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the shower.
“I'll be fine,” Denny said. They
padded their way back to the bedroom. Of course, she had to choose that moment
to stumble.
Bran swiftly turned and caught her
arm, keeping her upright. “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something
happened to you. Where's your apartment?”
“Brooklyn,” she said with a flush.
One of the cheaper and more dangerous boroughs, but it was all she could
afford.
“Brooklyn?” he said, blinking.
“Well, yes,” Denny said, her flush
receding. “Not all of us are billionaires.”
“Indeed,” he said thoughtfully.
“Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay the night, at least?”
“Mr. Larson,” she said
reproachfully, “I'm not that kind of woman.”
He laughed, and she joined him,
realizing the silliness of her statement. But still, she didn't want to spend
the night. Not yet, at least.
Assuming this wasn't just a one
time thing.
“Very well then,” he said, a
sparkle in his eye. “I'll arrange for my chauffeur to bring you home.”
“Chauffeur?” Denny asked blankly.
She certainly didn't want to pull anyone out of their bed at this time of
night. “I don't want to inconvenience anyone, I'm sure I'll be fine-”
“Nonsense,” Bran said shortly.
“Besides, he lives below me, and I certainly pay him well enough that he
tolerates being woken up in the middle of the night every so often. Excuse
me,” he strode out of the room now, quickly grabbing his shirt and pants off
the floor as he walked. Denny only watched him go, her mind racing as he left.
What had she done? She'd committed
a cardinal sin, for one. Sleeping with her boss was about the stupidest thing
she could have done.
But she couldn't possibly resist
him, and it wasn't every day that a man was able to appreciate her as she was.
Especially not a man like him. Her body gave a small shudder as she dwelled on
his body once more. Those muscular arms, that sculpted chest, those perfectly
defined abs...
She shuddered again. No. She
hadn't made a mistake, and if she had, it was one worth making. Bran was like
no other man she'd ever met, for so many reasons.
Gathering her wits and her clothes,
she dressed and made ready for the ride home. Just as she put her shoes on,
Bran entered the room again, looking noticeably disappointed.
“I would love to see you naked
again,” he said simply.
“Right now?”
He laughed. “No, it can wait. You
are like the richest dessert. So overwhelming to all my senses that I can only
have you a bit at a time.”
She flushed and ducked her head,
her hair dangling in front of her face.
“Now, the driver will be up
shortly. And if he asks, we were going over documents.”
“Sir?” Denny said. As she said
that one word, it occurred to her that it would be prudent to keep this
relationship under wraps. All the women in the office, even the world, were
jealous of her just for being able to work under him. If any of them realized
how intimate their relationship had suddenly become, she very well could be in
real danger.
If this was even going to continue.
She still didn't know.
“Business related,” Bran clarified,
stretching out a hand to pull her off the bed. “Come.”
Denny obeyed, and they made for the
elevator to the garage. It seemed the night was coming to a most pleasurable
close.
*****
The next morning, Denny slowly
woke. Her head ached slightly, as it always did after she drank, and she felt
a little more groggy than usual. Her memories of last night returned to her
slowly. She went over to Larson's apartment. They'd talked as they drank
wine.
They'd had sex.
She gave a slight flush at that,
before she even had a chance to climb out of bed. Had she really done that?
Denny had been a bit inebriated,
that much was true, but it didn't affect her thoughts and feelings on the man.
While she wasn't normally the type of girl to just jump in the sack
“I'll be fine,” Denny said. They
padded their way back to the bedroom. Of course, she had to choose that moment
to stumble.
Bran swiftly turned and caught her
arm, keeping her upright. “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something
happened to you. Where's your apartment?”
“Brooklyn,” she said with a flush.
One of the cheaper and more dangerous boroughs, but it was all she could
afford.
“Brooklyn?” he said, blinking.
“Well, yes,” Denny said, her flush
receding. “Not all of us are billionaires.”
“Indeed,” he said thoughtfully.
“Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay the night, at least?”
“Mr. Larson,” she said
reproachfully, “I'm not that kind of woman.”
He laughed, and she joined him,
realizing the silliness of her statement. But still, she didn't want to spend
the night. Not yet, at least.
Assuming this wasn't just a one
time thing.
“Very well then,” he said, a
sparkle in his eye. “I'll arrange for my chauffeur to bring you home.”
“Chauffeur?” Denny asked blankly.
She certainly didn't want to pull anyone out of their bed at this time of
night. “I don't want to inconvenience anyone, I'm sure I'll be fine-”
“Nonsense,” Bran said shortly.
“Besides, he lives below me, and I certainly pay him well enough that he
tolerates being woken up in the middle of the night every so often. Excuse
me,” he strode out of the room now, quickly grabbing his shirt and pants off
the floor as he walked. Denny only watched him go, her mind racing as he left.
What had she done? She'd committed
a cardinal sin, for one. Sleeping with her boss was about the stupidest thing
she could have done.
But she couldn't possibly resist
him, and it wasn't every day that a man was able to appreciate her as she was.
Especially not a man like him. Her body gave a small shudder as she dwelled on
his body once more. Those muscular arms, that sculpted chest, those perfectly
defined abs...
She shuddered again. No. She
hadn't made a mistake, and if she had, it was one worth making. Bran was like
no other man she'd ever met, for so many reasons.
Gathering her wits and her clothes,
she dressed and made ready for the ride home. Just as she put her shoes on,
Bran entered the room again, looking noticeably disappointed.
“I would love to see you naked
again,” he said simply.
“Right now?”
He laughed. “No, it can wait. You
are like the richest dessert. So overwhelming to all my senses that I can only
have you a bit at a time.”
She flushed and ducked her head,
her hair dangling in front of her face.
“Now, the driver will be up
shortly. And if he asks, we were going over documents.”
“Sir?” Denny said. As she said
that one word, it occurred to her that it would be prudent to keep this
relationship under wraps. All the women in the office, even the world, were
jealous of her just for being able to work under him. If any of them realized
how intimate their relationship had suddenly become, she very well could be in
real danger.
If this was even going to continue.
She still didn't know.
“Business related,” Bran clarified,
stretching out a hand to pull her off the bed. “Come.”
Denny obeyed, and they made for the
elevator to the garage. It seemed the night was coming to a most pleasurable
close.
*****
The next morning, Denny slowly
woke. Her head ached slightly, as it always did after she drank, and she felt
a little more groggy than usual. Her memories of last night returned to her
slowly. She went over to Larson's apartment. They'd talked as they drank
wine.
They'd had sex.
She gave a slight flush at that,
before she even had a chance to climb out of bed. Had she really done that?
Denny had been a bit inebriated,
that much was true, but it didn't affect her thoughts and feelings on the man.
While she wasn't normally the type of girl to just jump in the sack
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