Curves and Mistletoe by Veronica Hardy Page A

followed him through the double doors
that led her into the kitchen and through to the back pantry. Sure
enough, cases of alcohol were there with Seymour Inc. written right
on them.
    “ Bryce.” Her eyes
constricted. She now remembered where she had seen his face before.
At her hiring committee and just after her promotion. She was
looking at the back side of Bryce Seymour. Heir to the
enterprise.
    Bryce grabbed a bottle of scotch, the
kind that these employees wouldn’t be seeing but that the
executives would be privy to later in the evening, and poured each
of them a glass. He seemed to know exactly where everything was,
the alcohol, the glasses. Like he had planned this.
    “ I know your’s, Jenny. I
have been watching you for quite some time. Fought to get you hired
even.” Bryce pulled her into him, his arm firm around her back as
he pressed her body to his. She could feel his desire rock solid on
her belly as he whispered to her.
    She was stunned, so stunned she didn’t
push him away or pull him closer. She was unable to do anything at
all. Why would someone like him be looking at her? She could name
at least ten women in the firm that were more beautiful, had just
as much talent and a better body.
    “ Why me?” She asked as he
placed his hands firmly on her hips. She wasn’t fishing for a
compliment, she truly didn’t understand what was going on, why he
would even look at her.
    “ Because you are talented,
more so than even you realize. You could be more than just the
assistant director over Creative. You could be a Vice President
over the entire creative operation, but you don’t know it. You just
push people to do their best. You are feisty. And beautiful.” Bryce
Seymour’s tone was just like she heard over a conference call
whenever he was being honest but forceful in what he wanted for the
company, so she knew exactly how sincere he was being. His dark
eyes sparkled as he tilted her face up towards him and regarded her
for a moment.
    Jenny’s heart fluttered: he knew her,
respected her. One day he would run the entire company and he
thought she was talented. She had a good job there, for sure, but
she wanted to climb the ladder as quickly as possible. He believed
she could do it. She pressed her chest into his, her supple, full
breasts against his rock hard muscles.
     
    Bryce understood the message she was
sending and reciprocated by swooping down upon her lips. His kiss
was soft but firm as he molded her lips to his. There was a power
in his kiss that she had never felt in another man. One that
radiated authority. He was going to have her, she knew in that
moment, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Not that she
wanted to.
    Jenny surrendered herself
to him, her lips soft and pliant against his as he forced them open
and invaded her with his tongue. At the same moment he reached over
and unbuttoned her blouse, each button coming undone with a
swift pop before
he moved to the next. When it was finally open he pushed into her
blouse and around her back, unsnapping her bra and pulling both the
bra and the blouse off one after the other. She was topless before
him, clinging to him as he deepened their kiss. Jenny wrapped her
arms around his neck, her hand threading through the hair on the
nap of his neck, holding tight as he slipped his hand around her
pert breast. He felt warm against her body as she clung to him. It
was nice hotel, but historic and that meant that there were nooks
and crannies that let in the air, creating a draft that left goose
bumps all over her body.
    “ You feel amazing,” Bryce
whispered as his thumb found her stiff peak and brushed it, sending
chills up her spine.
    He kissed along her jaw line and down
to her neck before he picked her up like she was nothing and placed
her firmly on the counter. Jenny grabbed his shirt and yanked it
off, revealing the handsome, chiseled muscles underneath. Her hands
ghosted over him before she looked up into his eyes.
    “ I am