'But Mr Terzakis never has his calls held while he's still in the-----'
'He will today!' Sarah interrupted in a rush and, lest any other arguments were coming, she hastened through the door being guarded.
Alex was on the phone behind his immaculately tidy desk. His dark head swivelled round. Sarah leant back against the door, striving to look exciting, sexually a tigress, but the amount of effort it took to fumble in search of the lock, work out its type and shoot it home without looking round or down rather spoilt the effect, she felt.
'Sarah?' Alex looked astonished.
'I'm here for lunch... I mean, I'm here in place of...' Stumbling in desperation, she fell silent, moving forward, thinking that if he found her sudden unannounced arrival that astonishing he was going to need resuscitation before she got much further.
Slowly he rose to his feet. 'What a charming idea,' he breathed, his dark brows drawing together as he studied her hectically flushed face and air of decided purpose. Then he stole a fleeting glance down at the narrow gold watch on his wrist. He dealt her a distinctly tense smile. 'Unfortunately, I'm afraid you've chosen-----'
'I just couldn't wait until you got home,' Sarah broke in feverishly, his glance at his watch not having been lost on her and serving merely to stoke her tension to new heights.
His black lashes dipped lower over his intent, dark eyes, clear bemusement etched into his rigidity. 'Wait for what?' he asked with a dismal lack of comprehension.
Sarah abandoned the idea of a slow, seductive wriggle and pitched off her coat to grab his attention. 'I couldn'twait for you,' she said huskily, and embarked on the buttons of her black, narrowly cut coat-dress.
Alex's gaze had whipped over to the coat now lying in a heap and back to her fast. He seemed welded to the floor with shock. He certainly wasn't making this any easier for her, she thought painfully, her fingers turning clumsy on the buttons. In fact, the exact moment the penny dropped would probably live with her forever. Alex went from shocked to shattered. Sarah collided with incandescent golden eyes. Her breath rattled in her throat. If he laughed, she would fall apart like shattered glass. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She could see that he was making a very conscious effort to accept that this was really happening to him, with her in the starring role.
The dress gaped as she finally made it to the last button. Alex made it out from behind his desk but the damnable man was still staring at her, not doing anything.
'Sarah...' he murmured dazedly.
Desperate green eyes held his fiercely as she threw back her shoulders and let the dress slide down her arms, baring all. 'The door's locked and...I'm all yours...'
Alex's golden gaze did a lightning-fast appraisal over her pouting, pink-tipped breasts, the suspender belt, the smooth skin of her slender thighs above the black stocking-tops. 'Cristos...' he groaned.
'You see... I can be the sort of wife you want me to be. You won't need anybody else,' she completed with unconscious stress.
'Never... not if you plan to enliven my working day like this,' Alex confessed raggedly, suddenly teaching for her, letting one unsteady hand slide up over her taut ribcage and close round one tantalising breast before hauling her full length against him, his other hand splaying over her bottom, curving her into contact with his rampant arousal. 'And, since no other woman hasever done what you do to my libido, I should think you've got me exclusively for the next fifty years... but...'
Butl Every bone in her body tensed.
'... I have just one tiny phone call to make,' Alex muttered half under his breath.
'No!' Elise could damned well be stood up, Sarah thought furiously. Spearing one hand up into Alex's black hair, she drew his head down to hers. 'I want you.. .and I can't wait,' she swore with positive violence.
He paused for a split-second and then he succumbed, suddenly, roughly, like a dam breaking its walls. He grabbed her up to him with two bruising hands and took her mouth with electrifying hunger, his tongue plunging between her eagerly parted lips, demanding and taking fire from her readily offered response. Burning alive, Sarah gave up her last rational thought. Now he could take over.
And take over he did with satisfying alacrity. By the time she had sucked in much needed oxygen, she was flat on her back on a sofa and Alex was standing over her, ripping off his clothes with nothing like his usual cool and finesse. Golden eyes were nailed to her with such fierce hunger, she stretched shamelessly beneath the heat and the vibrations he was putting out.
'I was going to apologise for what I said last night,' Alex admitted in a rush. 'I was very rude and far too impatient and you had every reason to be shocked by what I said.'
'I took the hint, Alex... didn't I?' Sarah was starting to enjoy herself.