“Ahhhh fuck!” he swore when the phone rang, dropping her to the table again with a wet plop and looking at his watch. “I have a meeting downstairs in ten minutes.”
She looked down at herself, then at him, wondering how in the world they were going to clean up in time—of course, he was far less messy than she was. He walked over to his wardrobe, shedding his shirt and finding a clean one. Heidi bit her lip, looking for the first time at the machine he’d used to fuck her with by remote. Where had it come from?
But the mystery was solved quickly as Kaiser opened the door beside his wardrobe, a door she knew was there but had never known to be open. He rolled the machine inside, opening another door and sliding it in. When he flipped on the light, Heidi saw a private bathroom and shower revealed as if by magic.
“I’m sorry to leave you with the mess.”
“I’ll clean it,” she assured him, sliding off the table and looking back at its slick surface.
“You can clean up in here,” Kaiser said, going over to his desk and slipping his boxers and trousers back on. “There are several changes of clothes in my wardrobe for you. Take your pick.”
“Thank you.”
He came over to where she stood, still dazed and oiled and nude, smiling as he assessed her. He leaned in from a considerable distance, careful not to touch her oily skin, and kissed her cheek. “No… thank you.”
He found his shoes, his jacket, his briefcase, and unlocked the door, leaving her as he said he would, but she didn’t care. She knew he would be coming back, and that’s all that mattered, all that would ever matter.
Chapter Seven
They were all hers. All of them.
“Do you want one?” Kaiser smiled, his gaze soft as he watched her flipping through the newly delivered dresses on the rack standing next to her desk in the vestibule. “Tell me which one and it’s yours.”
They are mine, Heidi fumed, her fists clenching as she swallowed and blinked back tears, her jaw working.
“This one would be gorgeous on you.” Kaiser pulled the feather-front dress, a luscious red number, holding it up admiringly. “Perfect for your coloring.”
She didn’t respond—she couldn’t.
“It’s the one you liked, the design you grabbed off my desk when Carvel was here,” he reminded her, holding the dress under her chin. His gaze moved over the dress, and she saw in his eyes that he was imagining the material hugging her curves. That look was the only thing that kept her focused in the moment.
“I wouldn’t take it even if it came with a Porsche and a lifetime supply of Jimmy Choos.”
Kaiser’s eyebrows went up in surprise and then he laughed, a wonderful sound, shaking his head as he hung the dress back on the rack. “You are a jealous little thing, aren’t you?”
She tried to resist when he moved to embrace her, but his lips tracing her jaw line, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, quickly changed her mind.
“I shouldn’t tell you this,” he murmured, the heat of his breath on her throat making her shiver and arch against him, her arms sliding around his neck. “But since that day in the trailer bathroom, I haven’t been able to even think about any woman but you.”
She thought her heart actually stopped for a moment.
He can’t really mean it.
Heidi moved her head back to meet his eyes, looking for the truth there and finding it. Could it be true? The heat of his gaze fell to her mouth, his head inclining and she held her breath and waited, motionless, wanting to know it was him, that he was the one who wanted this, wanted it as much as she did, and he did, he did, she was sure, finally, sure he did…
“Heidi, I—” He looked confused, surprised by his confession and the magnetic pull between them, his lips coming so close to hers she actually closed her eyes with hungry expectancy. Finally! Finally! Her breath caught as his hands pressed the small of her back, pulling her in tight against his hard, lean length, and that’s when—
“Damnit!” she swore, not sure what she was more angry about, the ringing phone or Kaiser as he stepped back, releasing her. Reluctantly, she reached across her desk to answer the call, glancing back, but Kaiser was focused again on the dresses.
“Yes, Mr. Carvel,” Heidi agreed. “Please hold.” She pressed the “line one” button and it began to blink. “Roberto Carvel for you, sir.”
Kaiser nodded. “I’ll take it in my office.” He didn’t look at her as he strode by and Heidi sighed, dropping the phone back on the cradle as his office door shut and line one’s blinking light turned solid again.