Double Dare(89)

And the man at his desk was just as gorgeous. Nick took me in, his blue eyes shuttered, devastatingly handsome with his hair swept off his forehead, commanding in a perfectly-tailored grey suit.

“Tammy,” his voice rumbled, his expression neutral. “Not someone I expected to see. What brings you here today?”

I stepped forward a bit, stuttering slightly, my cheeks flushing.

“I … I came to apologize,” I said quickly, getting past the hard part first. “For making a scene, for running in here like a crazy lady and shouting at you.”

The big man steepled his hands thoughtfully.

“Apology accepted,” his big voice rumbled. “I understand you were upset and acting under strain, so I accept.”

I gasped, pausing for a moment, the air leaving my lungs in a whoosh.

“That’s it?” I said. “That’s all?”

The big man eyed me with amusement.

“Unless you have something more to say?” he asked, eyebrows arched. “You’re the one who came to me, not the other way around.”

And I felt myself getting angry again but took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I swear, Nick could really get under my skin, knowing exactly which buttons to push, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do more, kick him in the shins or kiss him.

So I took a deep breath and spoke again.

“I was thinking … I was thinking that I was hasty yesterday,” I said slowly.

“You think?” he interrupted, his eyebrow arched quizzically again.

And I really glared at him then, putting my hands on my hips, my chin jutting forward stubbornly.

“Listen, just let me finish okay?” I said huffily. “I’m trying here, I’m really trying.”

And the big man held up his hands palms out, nodding. He was definitely amused. “Be my guest,” he said with a gesture.

Glaring at him still, I eyed him warily. But I had a load to get off my chest and so took a deep breath and tried again.

“I flew in here like a fury,” I said slowly, “because I was so angry. I saw Jeanette coming out of your apartment two nights ago,” I said, shooting a dangerous glare his way, “and her hair was messy, her clothes askew, like you’d been kissing, making out. So when I came by your office that day, I wanted answers. I was ready to listen, I swear, but … but that’s when I found the panties,” I choked out.

Nick gave no indication of his feelings, his face still, watching me intently. So I continued.

“Right, then I found the panties and I lost it,” I said tightly. “I flew off the handle and screamed at you, without giving you a chance to explain.” I took a deep breath. “Upon some reflection, I realized that I didn’t give you an opportunity to explain … if you want to,” I added a little lamely. Oh god, I’d never entertained the thought that maybe Nick didn’t want to explain, that he’d already written me off and decided we were over, thank you very much. I was literally trembling now, unsure what to do next.

But the big man surprised me, as usual. He got up from his desk then, prowling towards me like a predator, stalking me as I stood like a deer in headlights. I stepped back instinctively, knowing that I was out-matched, that I was putty in his hands, my pussy moistening despite my effort to stay serious.

But instead of answering me immediately, Nick merely stood before me, both of us breathing heavily as his eyes grazed my features, caressing my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, before coming to rest on my mouth, following that Cupid’s bow. I moistened my lips instinctively which only made the gleam in his eyes sharpen.

“You’re such a beautiful girl,” he murmured slowly, contemplatively, as if to himself. “So beautiful … and so hot-headed too.”

I flushed at the compliment. Was it a compliment? Oh god, I was running wet again just being so close to him, it was hard to think straight.

So I tried to play it off.

“Beautiful and hot-headed?” I mumbled, unable to tear myself away from his gaze. “I’m not sure what that is, some kind of double-edged compliment?”

But instead of taking the bait, Nick ignored my words, his hand rising to trace my features, run slowly down my elegant neck, stroking the curve of my waist before returning to weigh my breasts in his hands, feeling the soft fullness, the generous orbs plump and juicy.

And instinctively I leaned into his touch, mewling slightly, my nipples hardening as he caressed them with his thumbs, running circles around the stiff tips, making me cream wetly between my thighs. My pupils had dilated and I knew I was losing this war, losing this battle before it had even begun, I was sheer putty in this man’s hands.