The Billionaire Wins the Game(9)

Her arms reached around his neck and her lips opened in invitation, allowing him full access to her mouth. His lips softened, caressing instead of bruising. His arms moved up and down her back, molding her body to his. She felt like she couldn’t get close enough.

She couldn’t breathe, but she had no need for oxygen. Her only desire was for his body to be pressed against hers and his lips to keep working their magic. Her stomach had a million butterflies fluttering around and sparks of electricity shot through her.

Lucas was ready to take her there on the sidewalk. His body and mind were on fire for her. He couldn’t have remembered his own name if someone had asked it right then. He had to have her. He started to lift up the bottom of her shirt, forgetting they were standing in full view of anyone who cared to walk by.

Amy was the first of them to snap back to reality. What was she doing? She was about ready to let her boss take her against the outside wall of the office building. She snapped her head back and pushed him away. Before she knew what she was doing her hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.

She stood there, breathing heavily, her eyes rounded to twice their normal size. She’d just about made love to her boss against a wall, in public, and then she’d slapped him in the face. She could do nothing but stare in horror.

Lucas couldn’t tell if she was stunned from the kissing, the slapping, or both. She also looked flushed and disheveled. He took a step back so he wouldn’t grab her again. He would gain control of himself because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she’d be his. He knew he wouldn’t be able to break the spell she had over him until they both caved into the feelings coursing through them.

“I will allow that one for free, but be ready to face the consequences if you slap me again,” he said, while rubbing his jaw. She had really put her body weight behind the hit. She wasn’t some helpless female who couldn’t hold her own against him.

“How dare you,” she spat. “You don’t just go around kissing anyone you feel like. You may be rich and great looking, but you don’t own me. I’m your employee and nothing more.” With those words she spun around and started walking away. She had no idea where she was heading. She just knew she had to get away before she burst into tears. She was completely confused about how she was feeling and needed a few minutes to clear her head.

She took about five steps before Lucas grabbed her arm and spun her around. “I don’t know what kind of a game you’re playing Amy but you gave just as much as you took back there,” he snapped. His body was still on fire and her hot and cold was playing havoc with him. He wanted to throw her down on the sidewalk and take her in one swift move, which shocked the hell out of him.

“I’m sorry about that,” she barely got out. “I lost my head for a moment, but if you think I took this position so I could sleep with my boss, then you have another thing coming. Just forget this night happened. I know I will. I’ll see you on Monday, Mr. Anderson.” She struggled to pull free from his iron grasp.

Her words were escalating his temper. It was like she’d thrown a cup of ice cold water in his face. She would forget about what had just happened? Like hell she would. He was close to reminding her once again of their chemistry. Only a lot of years of tightly reigned in self-control prevented him from doing just that.

He wouldn’t be forgetting about her anytime soon and he realized he didn’t want her to forget about him either. He was sorely tempted to call her bluff but knew he didn’t have the willpower to stop twice in a few minutes time. The next time he started something they’d be somewhere it could be finished and he’d make sure she was an active participant and not playing the victim.

Instead of kissing her, he turned and pulled her along behind him. She fought him each step of the way but he guessed she knew her words would do no good because she remained silent. He reached his car and clicked the lock. He wasted no time tossing her in the front seat and then walking around to get into the driver’s side.

He turned the car on and pulled out of the parking lot. “Where do you live, Amy?”

She was so seething mad she had to count silently to ten before she could speak again. “I told you I didn’t want to ride with you!” she finally spit.

“Well, whether you wanted the ride or not, you got it, so it would be really helpful if you would just tell me where you lived. That is, unless you want to come back to my place and finish what we started back there on the street,” he offered.

Once again, she had to count in her head. She felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. The last thing she wanted was for her extravagant boss to see where she lived. She planned on getting out of there as soon as she had enough money saved up. She thought for a few moments, then gave him the address of a nearby apartment complex.