Something Wild(7)

He'd never been that swept away-dare he even think dominated-by a woman  before. Not that she was rough, by any means-more sweet and sexy than  rough-but she'd left him feeling thoroughly seduced, thoroughly  …  taken.  He could still hear the tantalizing shift in her voice when it had  edged from nervous and explanatory to seductive. He could still feel her  soft curves, the lace of her barely there lingerie, the weight of her  breasts in his hands. He could still feel the heat of her kiss, her  moisture on his fingertips …

Flinching to discover he still stood in the bright light of the  breakroom, Ryan blinked back the absorbing memories and reached for his  coffee. Taking a gulp, he told himself to concentrate on work and get  this woman off his mind. As much as possible anyway.

Still, as he made his way through the lobby and down the hall to  Martin's office, his thoughts dwelled on her. Specifically, on how much  he'd hated finding out she'd been embarrassed by that hot, sexy side of  herself. He wished everything were different, that there could be more  between them, that he could show her how incredibly good that part of  her was.

But it's best this way. It was crazy for him to even wish for something  else with her. Clearly, the girl was wilder than she even understood, or  last night wouldn't have happened with anybody. And while there was  certainly nothing wrong with being a little wild, it was not a quality  he needed in a woman right now.

What he needed right now was stability, a dependable job with a  dependable income and a dependable future. What he didn't need was an  affair with the boss's fiancée, or girlfriend-hell, whatever she was.  His mistake at ComData had thrown a wrench into his career, and getting  his job at Schuster Systems had been an amazing stroke of luck, since  Martin hadn't asked for references. But if Ryan lost this job, how would  he bounce back? He had come here to start over and he couldn't afford  another black mark next to his name.                       
       
           



       

He drained his coffee cup as he settled back behind the desk, needing  that extra jolt of caffeine to get his mind back to work. Work, work,  work. It was all that mattered here.

And hopefully last night's escapade would fade away just as she wanted it to, as they both wanted it to.

Except for the memory of the sex, of course. That wouldn't fade.

Taking a deep breath, he reached for the folder he'd plucked from his  own closet-size office on his way into Martin's. Martin had dropped it  in Ryan's in-box before leaving, telling him it contained the specs on  his first major project at Schuster, and that he'd scheduled a planning  session for Ryan with the client on Monday afternoon. It was important  that this first assignment go well, so he wanted to familiarize himself  with the details before the meeting two days from now.

Flipping open the folder, his gaze fell on the neatly typed job form.

Client: Two Sisters Restaurant & Pub

Contact: Penny Halloran

Oh God.

How could this be? How could fate be cruel enough to throw this woman back in his face like this?

When he finally started breathing again, his eyes dropped farther down  the page to the bright yellow sticky note bearing the bold print he  already recognized as Martin's.

Ryan-meet with Penny at her house on Monday, two o'clock. Grace can give you directions. M

Penny's house? If this wasn't awful enough already, why on earth would they meet at her house of all places?

Ryan swallowed, hard. This was bad. Really bad. Because unbidden images were already filling his brain.

He saw her in the black bra and panties he'd never really gotten a good look at.

He saw her atop him, in his lap, grinding.

He saw her soft, delicate hand reaching down, wrapping around him. Oh, yes.

And then he saw everything in this new city, everything in this new job  …  going horribly, irredeemably wrong …

* * *

Penny closed the payroll book, then locked the checks she'd just written  in the desk. Patti had gone to the bank for change, the only server on  duty was out running an errand, and Penny was glad to be alone in the  quiet of the pub. Business was always slow on Saturday afternoon,  Cincinnati's downtown thriving much more during the workweek, but it was  a good day to get the accounting and other behind-the-scenes work done.

She only came in on Saturdays if the workload was heavy or if she was  bored or needed a distraction from something, and today, she definitely  needed distraction. Besides, she was scheduled to spend a lot of her  time with a system designer in the coming few weeks, so it didn't hurt  to get ahead. She and Patti had decided it was time to get the pub  completely computerized from the accounting system to the food orders.

When she'd finally dragged herself in the door last night, Penny had  found her answering machine blinking, although she'd known what she  would hear even before pressing the button. "Hi, Penny, it's Martin."  Here we are, considering marriage, but he doesn't even expect me to  recognize his voice. "I'm calling from Flagstaff-I left early to meet a  client. I hope you didn't try to get in touch with me; I apologize if  you were worried. I should have called, but it was a last-minute  decision, and I've been busy since the plane touched down. I'll call you  after I reach Las Vegas, and of course, I'll look forward to hearing  your thoughts on my proposal when I get back."

As Penny had erased the message, she'd thought it sounded more like he'd  made a business proposition than a request to spend their lives  together. But then, Martin was Martin. A consummate businessman, and she  could respect that. And so what if he was a little  …  stiff?

Oh, Martin, Martin, Martin. What have I done? Despite coming to work, it  was impossible not to dwell on her unwitting betrayal last night. She  winced, recalling her total mortification upon discovering she'd had sex  with the wrong man. And after returning home, she'd done something she  hadn't done in years-cried herself to sleep.

Sadly, she wasn't sure if the worst part was having seduced a guy she didn't even know  …  or having enjoyed it so darn much.

Exiting the restaurant's small office, Penny made her way behind the  bar. Filling a glass with soda from the spray nozzle, she considered  adding a little rum, still compelled to try drinking her mistake away.  Already battling a champagne headache, however, she resisted the  temptation.

Whether she liked it or not, Ryan had helped her live out a fantasy. Her  breath caught as she remembered how wickedly fun and exciting it had  been. Sure, she'd thought he was Martin, but no matter who he was, he'd  done everything so right. Of course, it could be argued that she'd done  most of the work, but his hands, touching her  …  his mouth, kissing her  so thoroughly …

She'd never imagined sex with a stranger could be so good. She believed  that intimacy had to be there first, before sex. Somehow, though, with  him, it had seemed to happen during the sex. To her horror, even upon  finding out he wasn't Martin, she'd still felt close to him after what  they'd shared.                       
       
           



       

Setting down her glass, Penny ran her hand across the smooth, clean bar  top. Another of her loosely formed fantasies involved having sex there.  She didn't know why. Maybe it was about doing something private in an  inherently public place, or maybe it had to do with sort of christening  this establishment she'd built herself-along with her sister, of course.  Either way, as she stood there alone with her thoughts, she found  herself envisioning it easily enough, she and Ryan making passionate  love on the long mahogany bar. Ryan, not Martin.

But it only made sense, she reasoned as ripples of sensation snaked down  her spine. She and Ryan had shared a terrible, wonderful sort of  intimacy last night. And despite her regret, this man knew how to kiss a  woman, how to touch a woman. This man was …  She rolled her eyes. The  wrong man to be thinking about! She had to stop it, now. Besides, how  would she ever face him again anyway?

When the pub's door opened, Penny flinched, feeling almost as if Patti  could read her mind. Plunking a big leather satchel of change on the  bar, Patti devilishly raised her eyebrows. "I forgot to ask earlier. Is  he boring?"

Penny swallowed the lump that rose to her throat. "Um, no." After all,  Patti had not specifically identified the "he" in question.

At this, Patti raised her eyebrows even farther. "Can I have details?"

Penny smiled. "No again."

Her sister frowned. "You're no fun."

"I don't think he would agree with you on that," Penny said, then  wondered what she was doing, perpetuating this conversation. I must be  losing my mind.