The elevator pinged for the second time. The three occupants walked out leaving Heather alone with her troubled thoughts. She wasn’t the type of woman to sleep around at all. What Julian was offering her was crap. There was no way to look at what he offered as anything but crap. No love, no promises, just a lot of sex without any chance of commitment.
She tapped her foot waiting for the elevator to ping for her own floor. Julian would make her work over at the end of her shift. When she’d phoned reception to let them know she knew the sound of sympathy when she heard it. The women on the front had given her the sympathy look the moment she walked in. Her future looked bleak.
The elevator pinged, and then the door slid open. She smiled at several colleagues as she made her way to the desk. Julian was waiting at the entrance to his office. He stared at her while she put her bag and jacket away.
“Get the coffee, and then close the door when you come in,” he said before she got the chance to argue with him. Nodding her head at the vacant spot, she ran to the office rest room. She made his coffee the way he liked it, then all but ran back to his office.
She closed the door then went to the desk placing his coffee down next to him.
“You’re late,” he said, his voice harsh as he spoke.
“I know. I slept through my alarm. Then Elijah took the keys, and I couldn’t get out of my own home until he came back. It was a nightmare. I’m sorry.” She bit her lip as he stared at her. He had the same blank expression on his face like the ones she’d seen him use in the boardroom. She felt sorry for the men on the receiving end of that intense gaze.
“This is the first time you’ve been late?”
“Yes, I don’t make a habit of it. You know that.”
He nodded his head. “Come here.”
She hesitated for a second. Why did he want her to get closer? Then finding her nerves annoying she went straight to him. He stood up, swamping her with his size and presence. She gasped as he cupped her face, tilting her head back to gaze into her eyes.
“You’re so jumpy.”
“It is not every day a woman agrees to sleep with her boss.” Her body was melting under his touch. She craved his touch more than she did her next chocolate bar. This was her problem. She knew he was a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” kind of guy, and yet she was still panting for him. What was wrong with her? Was she a glutton for pain? There was only one possible way this could end, with her in pain.
“You’d be surprised at how many women do,” he said.
“Really? This is an everyday occurrence?” She shook her head, not believing a word he said. He still held her face between his hands. She liked his hands on her body. They were larger than hers. For the first time she felt small compared to a man. She hated it when she felt like a flump. No matter what others said, she would always be conscious of her weight.
“I think it happens more than you give it credit for.” He stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes, enjoying his gentleness. “Think about it. Two people, a man and a woman, working closely together for days, weeks, and months. An attraction is bound to happen with all that time together.”
“So you think that is what this is between us? Time spent together has grown into an attraction?” she asked. If he said yes she’d find life so unfair. Her attraction towards him had been building since she first met him.
“We’ll soon find out.”
“How?” His thumb stroked along her bottom lip. With his hands on her, Heather struggled to concentrate on anything other than his closeness. One tiny step would have her body pressed against his. She was scared to make that next step. The desk where they’d had sex was next to her thigh. She felt the heat of the evidence against her hip as strongly as she felt the attraction towards the man in front of her.
“We’ll see how long this lasts.”
“But how would that help?”
“Because if it doesn’t fizzle out then we know it is more than time keeping us together. Now, I’m going to kiss you.”
He pressed his lips to hers. The touch of their lips was gentle to start. A moan escaped her as he cupped the back of her neck, the pressure of his hands making her gasp. Her lips parted, and he took full advantage by sliding his tongue inside.
All too soon the kiss went from gentle to fire. His hand tightened on her waist pulling her closer. She felt the length of his cock against her stomach. No words formed on her lips as he turned her, then pressed her onto his desk once again. Her nipples were unbearably tight against her lace bra. The fabric felt itchy next to her skin. She wanted her clothes off and his lips in place of them.