confused.
“Good. Then she won’t object to you taking me out to dinner.” Sologirl’s blue eyes were wide and innocent, but her pink lips curved in an impish grin. “It was your idea, buddy.”
She’d tricked him.
His willing body jumped to attention.
He couldn’t be Sologirl’s play partner, but he had to admit the temptation was brutal. Oh, the things he could do to her. He had read her surveys for every product she had tested for SoloPlay. Her responses had been run through complicated data compilation programs, cross-referenced with percentages, ranked in order of preference. He knew what she liked.
Even better than she did.
But that was too fucking bad. He had already broken his own code of ethics and quite possibly a few laws by coming to find her. The last thing he needed was a sexual harassment suit the size of the state of New York. As the owner of the company, he could not bang his employees and pay them for it. His lawyers had been very explicit about that point.
“Alisa—” Her name felt strange on his lips. “It would be unprofessional.” And unethical, immoral and a number of other bad and litigious words.
“Unprofessional? You want to go there with me?” Her delicate jaw dropped. “You tossed professionalism out the window when you came to find me, buddy. I don’t want to know how many people at SoloPlay know my identity, but if any more of you come looking for me, I’m going to sue SoloPlay for every penny it’s ever made.”
Mark’s blood chilled. “Whoa—hold on. Relax. No one is coming after you, but I can’t test DoublePlay products with you. I own the company.”
She shrugged. “Then the boss won’t get upset.”
“Unless you sue him for sexual harassment.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not going to sue you. I just propositioned you.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend who can—”
The slow smile that spread across Alisa’s face made him feel a little desperate. “Nope. No boyfriend. No girlfriend at the moment either, and I have to say that I don’t know whether to be amused or hurt that Crystal sent you to find me.”
The silence swelled between them.
“Just take me out to dinner.” Her blue eyes challenged him to deny her again. “I’ll only help you with DoublePlay if you are willing to work for it.” Her eyes dropped to his crotch. “I’d say you’re up for the job.”
Mark blinked at her. Once. Twice. Shit. “Seven o’clock. E-mail your address.”
He jerked his head in a terse goodbye then escaped the stacks, hoping like hell no one else noticed the bulge in his pants. Taking her out to dinner would give him a second chance to persuade her to test DoublePlay toys with another partner. He wouldn’t actually use the remote on her in the restaurant, he told himself, not believing it for a minute.
When Mark Winters left the library, Alisa locked herself in the ladies room and thrust her hand under her skirt. She opened her mouth wide to muffle the sound of her quick breaths as she rubbed her clit with two hard, merciless fingers. She watched her eyes glaze over in the wide mirror over the sink as she came, one hand braced on the counter, the other buried between her thighs.
Not a cold fish, not even close. Tall, hard, solidly muscled, Mark Winters resembled the new James Bond, but bigger. His pale blue eyes burned with icy heat. His gaze was hot, but remote, as if he was so sure of his effect on women that he didn’t even have to try to look inviting anymore, as if he had the skill to bring a girl to blithering orgasm while, say, checking the stock quotes or sorting through his mail.
She had intended to send him packing with an ass full of verbal buckshot, but all of the blood in her body had descended to her clit when he began whispering in her ear. Oh man, that dinner scenario was hot. Could it actually happen that way? He made it sound simple, so easy. She almost believed he could make it happen
“Good. Then she won’t object to you taking me out to dinner.” Sologirl’s blue eyes were wide and innocent, but her pink lips curved in an impish grin. “It was your idea, buddy.”
She’d tricked him.
His willing body jumped to attention.
He couldn’t be Sologirl’s play partner, but he had to admit the temptation was brutal. Oh, the things he could do to her. He had read her surveys for every product she had tested for SoloPlay. Her responses had been run through complicated data compilation programs, cross-referenced with percentages, ranked in order of preference. He knew what she liked.
Even better than she did.
But that was too fucking bad. He had already broken his own code of ethics and quite possibly a few laws by coming to find her. The last thing he needed was a sexual harassment suit the size of the state of New York. As the owner of the company, he could not bang his employees and pay them for it. His lawyers had been very explicit about that point.
“Alisa—” Her name felt strange on his lips. “It would be unprofessional.” And unethical, immoral and a number of other bad and litigious words.
“Unprofessional? You want to go there with me?” Her delicate jaw dropped. “You tossed professionalism out the window when you came to find me, buddy. I don’t want to know how many people at SoloPlay know my identity, but if any more of you come looking for me, I’m going to sue SoloPlay for every penny it’s ever made.”
Mark’s blood chilled. “Whoa—hold on. Relax. No one is coming after you, but I can’t test DoublePlay products with you. I own the company.”
She shrugged. “Then the boss won’t get upset.”
“Unless you sue him for sexual harassment.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not going to sue you. I just propositioned you.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend who can—”
The slow smile that spread across Alisa’s face made him feel a little desperate. “Nope. No boyfriend. No girlfriend at the moment either, and I have to say that I don’t know whether to be amused or hurt that Crystal sent you to find me.”
The silence swelled between them.
“Just take me out to dinner.” Her blue eyes challenged him to deny her again. “I’ll only help you with DoublePlay if you are willing to work for it.” Her eyes dropped to his crotch. “I’d say you’re up for the job.”
Mark blinked at her. Once. Twice. Shit. “Seven o’clock. E-mail your address.”
He jerked his head in a terse goodbye then escaped the stacks, hoping like hell no one else noticed the bulge in his pants. Taking her out to dinner would give him a second chance to persuade her to test DoublePlay toys with another partner. He wouldn’t actually use the remote on her in the restaurant, he told himself, not believing it for a minute.
When Mark Winters left the library, Alisa locked herself in the ladies room and thrust her hand under her skirt. She opened her mouth wide to muffle the sound of her quick breaths as she rubbed her clit with two hard, merciless fingers. She watched her eyes glaze over in the wide mirror over the sink as she came, one hand braced on the counter, the other buried between her thighs.
Not a cold fish, not even close. Tall, hard, solidly muscled, Mark Winters resembled the new James Bond, but bigger. His pale blue eyes burned with icy heat. His gaze was hot, but remote, as if he was so sure of his effect on women that he didn’t even have to try to look inviting anymore, as if he had the skill to bring a girl to blithering orgasm while, say, checking the stock quotes or sorting through his mail.
She had intended to send him packing with an ass full of verbal buckshot, but all of the blood in her body had descended to her clit when he began whispering in her ear. Oh man, that dinner scenario was hot. Could it actually happen that way? He made it sound simple, so easy. She almost believed he could make it happen
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