The Hunter(5)

“Shall I?” he enquired, holding up a key in his free hand. I frowned and cocked my head on one side, not understanding how he could open my office with his key.



“It’s the master key,” he murmured in a voice that was so deep and sexy, it should be illegal. I felt a pull between my legs and realized that I was almost panting. I simply nodded, not trusting myself to attempt to speak. That voice! If he simply commanded me to orgasm - right here, right now - I bet that I would too.



He deftly opened the door and held out the box to me. I took it, careful to avoid any contact with his hands. I stepped to the desk, put the box down and took a deep, steadying breath, preparing to attempt to thank the stranger although I still didn’t trust my voice to function correctly. I turned to find the doorway empty. I strode out into the corridor and found that it was deserted. What the hell? I quickly shook my head, thinking that my eyes must not be functioning properly now either and rechecked the corridor. Still empty.



With still shaking hands, I managed to extricate my key from my purse and lock the office door. I walked back towards the elevator quickly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I pressed the call button and felt so relieved when the doors opened immediately. I stepped into the car and had to lean against the wall to support myself as I realized that my knees felt week and that my heart was hammering in my chest.





Chapter 2



I stumbled out of the elevator into the lobby and almost walked into Angel. Her brow was furrowed and her features were taught.



“What took you so long?” she asked crossly.



“What do you mean?” I croaked.



“You have been gone for like half an hour!” she exclaimed.



“Oh, really?” I managed. “I’m sorry. Come on, let’s go.”



“Is everything okay?” Angel demanded suddenly, concern replacing her annoyed expression.



“Everything’s fine.” I said with more certainty than I felt. “Let’s go before we are late for the boys.”



I felt her eyes on me as we sat in the cab. I knew that she was waiting for me to tell her why I had been so long at my office. I couldn’t believe that I had spent so long gawping at a perfect stranger. And boy was that face and that voice perfect! I rested my head on the seat and closed my eyes, recalling his face … recalling that voice. I felt desire unfurling and realized that I was on the verge of panting, just thinking about him. I shook my head, trying to clear those distracting thoughts.



The cab pulled up outside the Queen’s bar where the boys were playing tonight. They had been trying to secure a regular slot at the bar since returning from college last fall. I had seen them perform at college many times and they were good. Better than good. And they were gaining quite a following according to Angel and I was looking forward to seeing them perform again.



We slid out of the cab and immediately drew a few whistles from a group of guys standing by the entrance to the bar. I smoothed down my short skirt, still feeling more turned on than I had in a long time … if ever, and I was on a man ban! Argh!



We walked into the bar and spotted the guys sitting at a table near to the stage.

“Fucking hell,” shouted one. “Would you look at Issy? She is so freakin’ hot, she is smokin’! Come here baby, bring that delectable pussy to Travis - I’ll give you what you need!”



I shook my head at his crassness then I realized that almost every guy in the bar was staring at us. I grinned and pointed to Angel so that everyone would think that he was talking to her. She blushed deep red and slapped my pointed finger away. I laughed at her embarrassment and began to relax. Perhaps a night with the boys was just what I needed after all.



Chad grabbed two more chairs from the next table for us to sit with them.



“I was beginning to think that you weren’t going to show,” he said as the guys all said hi.



“Blame Issy,” Angel replied, pursing her lips. “It took her half an hour to drop off a box at her new office, although she said she would only be two minutes.”



“Were you sitting in your chair, pretending to be the CEO of a global enterprise?” asked Scott, the band’s drummer.



I smirked at him and his kind face creased into a grin.



“Starship enterprise more like!” said Ethan, the band’s lead singer. “Beam me up, Scotty!”



I stuck out my tongue at him, playfully as everyone laughed.



“Nah, she was having rough sex across her desk, weren‘t you darlin‘?” quipped Travis, the bass player. “You should have called me, Issy. I would have slipped you one over your desk although it’s probably a good job you didn’t. You wouldn’t want to ruin your shiny new desk with those fingernails, would you?”