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worked with last year?”
“On the military project?”
“Right. Contact them and ask them for their proposal. No, never mind. See that the contact information is on my desk in the morning and I’ll call them myself. I’ll be able to explain some of the engineering details so there are no missteps. They were working on something new that might be applicable. If it is, we can offer Milan something that will be cutting edge for a few years to come. We can’t avoid obsolescence, but we can extend the lifespan of the center out there until they can recoup the investment.”
The light had come back into his eyes. He picked up another folder, and she heard the excitement that crept into his voice as he reviewed, amended, and discarded the various proposals while Willa sat taking notes. He was in his element.
“Excellent,” she said when he’d finished with the last folder. She leaned forward and began collecting them, putting them in the briefcase along with her notepad. “That’s plenty for this evening.”
He glanced at his watch. “It’s still early. And now I’m wound up. Would you have a drink with me, Willa?”
Before she answered, she carefully closed up her briefcase, taking a moment. It never paid to seem too eager. Then she sat back on the couch, putting the briefcase on the floor, then crossing her legs and letting her short skirt ride up her thighs. She watched his eyes, saw that he was looking at her legs with interest. “I’d love one.”
She watched him go to the wet bar, and his manner, the atmosphere in the room, told her she had an opportunity that might not come again soon. She sensed a vulnerability in him, a need to unburden himself. He came back with two drinks and sat beside her. When he handed her the drink, she put her hand around his and looked into his eyes. She had trouble reading the thoughts behind those eyes, so she did the next best thing—she willed him to see her thoughts. She let herself imagine him making love to her, and let her eyes cloud over with desire as she wetted her lips with her tongue, making it seem casual, unconscious, and sexy.
After a brief moment he put both drinks on the coffee table, then turned towards her. His eyes didn’t betray him, but she saw the welcome signs of lust in his face, a slight flush of his cheeks. Those subtle signs were her cue. She’d waited and planned for this since the day she started to work for him. Years of earning his trust, making him comfortable with her, and now she was ready to do whatever it took to cement their relationship.
And she told him that, clearly, with her eyes.
# # #
Julio was a careful man, but Willa had seen him being passionate. Now she needed to unleash that passion and direct it at her. She reached her hand up to his face and touched his cheek lovingly while she read his face. She could be as careful and patient as necessary. It was important not to overplay her hand; she couldn’t risk him rejecting her. That was the only danger in her strategy.
What she saw in his face now told her that he was vulnerable; she had aroused him almost to the point where there was no turning back, not for Julio, not for any man. Desire took men to a tipping point where reason stopped working. To coax him past it, she held still, watching his eyes, keeping hers soft, compliant, hungry. She wanted him to make the next move, to make a commitment.
He did, and when he touched her, putting his hands on her shoulders, she opened her mouth, inviting his kiss. When he bent down and kissed her, more with desire than passion, she was elated. That was exactly what she wanted. Getting a man to love you could be useful; making him desire you was far better. Love could be unpredictable; desire was far more reliable. Now she was directing the thwarted desire he felt for Lissa towards her, to accomplish her ends.
To ensure that he was unable to stop, she let her hand trail over his leg and touched the bulge of his cock, moving
“On the military project?”
“Right. Contact them and ask them for their proposal. No, never mind. See that the contact information is on my desk in the morning and I’ll call them myself. I’ll be able to explain some of the engineering details so there are no missteps. They were working on something new that might be applicable. If it is, we can offer Milan something that will be cutting edge for a few years to come. We can’t avoid obsolescence, but we can extend the lifespan of the center out there until they can recoup the investment.”
The light had come back into his eyes. He picked up another folder, and she heard the excitement that crept into his voice as he reviewed, amended, and discarded the various proposals while Willa sat taking notes. He was in his element.
“Excellent,” she said when he’d finished with the last folder. She leaned forward and began collecting them, putting them in the briefcase along with her notepad. “That’s plenty for this evening.”
He glanced at his watch. “It’s still early. And now I’m wound up. Would you have a drink with me, Willa?”
Before she answered, she carefully closed up her briefcase, taking a moment. It never paid to seem too eager. Then she sat back on the couch, putting the briefcase on the floor, then crossing her legs and letting her short skirt ride up her thighs. She watched his eyes, saw that he was looking at her legs with interest. “I’d love one.”
She watched him go to the wet bar, and his manner, the atmosphere in the room, told her she had an opportunity that might not come again soon. She sensed a vulnerability in him, a need to unburden himself. He came back with two drinks and sat beside her. When he handed her the drink, she put her hand around his and looked into his eyes. She had trouble reading the thoughts behind those eyes, so she did the next best thing—she willed him to see her thoughts. She let herself imagine him making love to her, and let her eyes cloud over with desire as she wetted her lips with her tongue, making it seem casual, unconscious, and sexy.
After a brief moment he put both drinks on the coffee table, then turned towards her. His eyes didn’t betray him, but she saw the welcome signs of lust in his face, a slight flush of his cheeks. Those subtle signs were her cue. She’d waited and planned for this since the day she started to work for him. Years of earning his trust, making him comfortable with her, and now she was ready to do whatever it took to cement their relationship.
And she told him that, clearly, with her eyes.
# # #
Julio was a careful man, but Willa had seen him being passionate. Now she needed to unleash that passion and direct it at her. She reached her hand up to his face and touched his cheek lovingly while she read his face. She could be as careful and patient as necessary. It was important not to overplay her hand; she couldn’t risk him rejecting her. That was the only danger in her strategy.
What she saw in his face now told her that he was vulnerable; she had aroused him almost to the point where there was no turning back, not for Julio, not for any man. Desire took men to a tipping point where reason stopped working. To coax him past it, she held still, watching his eyes, keeping hers soft, compliant, hungry. She wanted him to make the next move, to make a commitment.
He did, and when he touched her, putting his hands on her shoulders, she opened her mouth, inviting his kiss. When he bent down and kissed her, more with desire than passion, she was elated. That was exactly what she wanted. Getting a man to love you could be useful; making him desire you was far better. Love could be unpredictable; desire was far more reliable. Now she was directing the thwarted desire he felt for Lissa towards her, to accomplish her ends.
To ensure that he was unable to stop, she let her hand trail over his leg and touched the bulge of his cock, moving
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