Page 30 of In His Cuffs

A powerful orgasm always helped relax her, but this time, it left her feeling more restless, maybe because she realised she wasn’t able to forget about David.

It took over an hour of tossing and turning before she finally fell asleep.

She was hunted in her dreams, chased by an overwhelming force. She was running down the street, desperate for breath. Finally, a hand landed on her shoulder, spinning her around. She screamed and screamed, and when she faced it, she saw a pulse of electric blue. When she reached up to shove it—him—away, the spectre vanished.

With a start, she woke up, drenched in sweat.

Shaking, she climbed from her bed. She grabbed a robe and wrapped the belt around her waist, cinching it tight. After turning on every light in the house, she grabbed a glass of water and headed outside.

Some college students were hanging out on another patio, drinking beer and having more fun than she was.

She realised she’d only ever seen that shade of blue in one place. David Tomlinson’s eyes.

Damn it.

How the hell was she supposed to survive working even more closely with him?

Her mind was in a battle with her body. Though she craved his touch, she was smart enough to recognise the emotional threat he posed. But that didn’t stop her from wanting, desperately wanting.

Maggie leaned against the railing and glanced at the sky. The moon was obscured by some clouds but the normality helped to stop her hand from trembling.

Determined to relegate him to the position of boss and nothing larger in her life, she went back to bed. The rest of the night was fitful, and the alarm rang way too early.

Exhausted, she dressed all in black, donning it as if it were armour. Her relationship with David did feel a bit like a battle. He was a master strategist, and she was always a step behind.

“Morning, Mags.” Barb glanced around then whispered, “The tyrant is here.”

Maggie’s heart lurched. She wanted to see him, and equally she needed to avoid him. The remnants of last night’s dream haunted her. “Oh?”

“He’s brewing coffee. I asked if he needed help, but he said he thinks he can handle it.” Barb shrugged. “I’m not sure I believe he’s capable of menial tasks. Maybe one of us should make sure he’s not screwing up.”

At one time, Maggie might have added a disparaging comment of her own. She was learning he was more complex than she’d originally given him credit for, but that didn’t mean she planned to organise the David Tomlinson fan club anytime soon. “I’m on it,” Maggie said.

He was wiping down the counter when Maggie entered the break room.

She had seen him organise his toys at the Den. Here, however, wearing a suit coat and tie, he looked out of place.

“I was sent to ensure you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” Still holding a towel, he turned to look at her.

“This is serious.” She fought to hide a smile. “The productivity of the entire business rests on your shoulders.”

“I gathered that from Barb’s reaction, so I dumped as much coffee in the filter as it would hold, and I filled the tank to the top.”

She glanced at the pot then back at him. “We should be okay,” she said. “As long as you used a new filter? Sometimes people put new grounds on top of old ones.”

“I thought about it,” he said. He moved to look at her. “It seems the basket didn’t get cleaned out last night, so the temptation was there. But as you say, productivity is at stake. I figured the more caffeine the better. Cost analysis weighed towards the extra scoops.”

“Good call.”

They exchanged grins.

His smile dissipated as he looked at her, starting at her shoes and working his way up.

She stood there, riveted.

When their gazes met, she shuddered. His eyes were the same startling blue as in her nightmare, throwing her back into the memory and making her wary.

“I spent all of last night thinking about holding you down.”

Breathless. He left her breathless.

He laid the towel across the dish drain. “My office? Fifteen minutes? We need to talk about Around the World.”

How did he do that? Flip from sex to business in three seconds? “That should be enough time for me to check messages,” she said.

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