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I can’t see her reaction and I want to die under the table if she’s suspected anything about us. After ten years, she’s probably seen it all.
“Sorry, sir. I was passing by, you see, and I know you don’t want to keep Mr. Teriyakis waiting since he’s on a conference call in the Middle East.”
“Very well.”
I hear the door close softly and I breathe a sigh of relief.
He turns his attention back to me.
“So, Imogen Jane Anderson. How do you feel about coming to work for me?”
I press my legs together and try to think of something smart to say. I don’t want to fall under his spell, though that seems to be trying as those crystal blue eyes bore into me. But all I come up with is, “Could I have a day to think about it?”
Chapter Eleven
Khristian
A day to think about it?
I can’t say in all the years that I’ve pursued a woman, or hired the hundreds of employees that have graced my office, that I’ve ever had that response.
Imogen Anderson is certainly a surprise.
“We have a very good health plan,” I say. “And bonuses for performance.” Why does everything I say now sound dirty?
She tucks her hair behind her ears as I rise from my desk. I really do need to take this call. “You have to admit, this is all a little surreal.” Her voice is quiet, searching.
As we move closer to the door, I place my hand on the small of her back and revel in the warmth, even if I am only touching her suit jacket. I know what's under those clothes, and I want more of it.
“It is, but I also see it as a sign.”
“A sign?”
“Yes, like sud’ba… how do you say?”
“Fate?”
“Yes. Fate. Out of all the places we could have met again, it was here. That has to mean something.”
“It means you weren’t honest with me.”
She’s still mad about that?
“Let me make it up to you.”
She turns as I keep my hand on her. “Isn’t that breaking your own rules?”
“I haven’t even mentioned fucking once.” I smile. Her cheeks flush as I revel in her shocked face. “You should definitely keep those glasses on at all times, though. I like them.”
She flushes, then straightens her back, as if only just remembering she’s still mad and I’m supposed to be her new boss. Not her suitor and certainly not her seducer.
“You really do have a dirty mouth, and not just in the bedroom, Mr. Petrov.”
The way she says ‘Mr. Petrov’ has my dick standing to attention. I want to hear her saying my name while I ram my cock into that sweet, tight pussy of hers.
My hand is on the door, and just as I’m about to push her up against it, the intercom rings. I know it’s Doris, telling me I’m late again.
I’ve no time to do what I want, even taking a rough kiss from her is going to make me come in my pants.
