Am I really willing to chase this tattooed bad boy's cock all the way to Alaska?#p#分页标题#e#
The good girl inside me stares at me like I should be wearing a straitjacket. The rest of me knows damned well what she wants. She sneaks up and starts choking the hell out of the perfect princess, my conscience, screaming for me to follow my heart into the wild.
At least there's a few more weeks to decide what I'm going to do. Who knows, maybe I'll find out once and for all if Ty's heart really matches the oversized flesh hanging between his legs.
“Mister Jacobsen? Dan?” I knock on his office door and it swings open.
He's never got it totally shut. Guess he subscribes to the new Zen of office openness all the managers are preaching these days, especially in the relaxed, progressive work environment Cascades Now! represents.
“It's beautiful out there, Claire. Too good to waste.” He's standing by the window, and turns to face me when I'm inside. “How about we get out of the office and talk over drinks? There's a little Irish place I know up the street. Killer happy hour.”
My heart stops. Mother of God.
My boss isn't seriously hitting on me – is he? If he is, I'm more worried about how the hell I'm supposed to let him down.
I can't say I have a boyfriend. Somehow, I don't think telling him I'm secretly starting to love my foul tempered step-brother and his massive fucking cock will go over well either. Dan's a traditional man, however radical his environmental views.
I freeze up and try to think through it, letting the rational side take over.
It's just a drink. It's innocent. He won't force anything on you unless he wants a harassment suit. Just go with it.
I shrug and give him a small, friendly smile. “Sure. It's been a long day. I guess I can use a beer or a glass of wine. Um, a friend drove me in today, so I'll need a few minutes to call a cab.”
“Nonsense!” Dan pounds his fist on his desk. “We'll go together. Just let me know when you're friend's coming to pick you up later. I'll drop you back here at the office and you can go home from there.”
Jesus. His eyes are wide and hopeful like a puppy's staring through a pet show window. I feel awful about leading him on. Even worse that Ty's the one who'll be picking me up. He snuck a few more grabs at my thighs and ass before I slid out the door this morning.
He can't keep his hands off me, and I don't want him to. I start to wonder what'll happen if he pins me down and smothers me with his lips right in front of my boss. I shouldn't let him, but I can't promise I'll keep a grip on anything the instant his hands are on me.
For a crazy asshole, my prince has got charming nailed down.
I need to be careful. Jacobsen can't see the badass in the fancy car picking me up – and no fucking way can he see the look Ty gives me when his eyes are glued to my body. It'll be a dead giveaway for everything.
I have to get out of this, and I need to let my boss down easy. I want to be polite and professional, no matter how good it feels to let Ty wreck everything civilized with his kiss.
“Okay,” I say smartly. “Just let me grab my purse and we'll go!”
I'm trying to stay upbeat all the way to the bar. It's a little further than Dan says – just the kinda cruising distance a man in full courtship mode plans for small talk. I go along with it, always steering the topic back to work and wildlife preservation when he starts to get too personal.
The bar is really pretty decent. Thank God for small favors.
It's been way too long since I've had a nice, tall, bitter Guinness. It's a welcome distraction from the awkward scarecrow sitting across from me. Yeah, even if I didn't have step-brother on the brain, I wouldn't date a man as lean and soft as Dan.#p#分页标题#e#
“Tell me, where do you see yourself in five years, Claire?” Dan asks, staring down at his half-empty lager.
“Kicking ass and taking names.”
He laughs like a fool at my lame cliché and I want to shoot myself. My mind's still drifting back to Ty. My pores open up and sweat when I think about how good it'll feel to sink down on his cock later.
I'm sore, but I'll take it. Every damned inch. I want to ride him tonight, bury my face in his slab of a chest and lick his tiger right on its roaring mouth.
He likes it rough. Apparently, so do I.
I'm going to bite Ty while I'm dragging my nails across his skin. Hell, I'm going to make him bite me. I never knew I was part pain slut until I came the hardest with his teeth clamped down around my nipples, or sucking at my throat, leaving his hot, vicious impressions all over my body, inside and out.
Dan slams his heavy glass down with a clink. I blink.
Shit. Is he still talking?
“What's that, boss?” I smile sweetly, hoping all these dirty thoughts aren't painting my cheeks bright red.