Hired for the Boss's Bedroom by Cathy Williams Page B

managed to airbrush away surfaced with red-hot ferocity through her veins. She felt weak and dizzy from the force of it all, and she half-closed her eyes as she drew in her breath unevenly.
    Leo could feel reluctance mixed with desire in those few seconds as he detailed her reaction to his touch with an expert eye.
    She had thoroughly disapproved of him at their first meeting and hadn’t been able to resist the opportunity to lecture. Now, he had succeeded in becoming the star pupil. Add to that the fact that she was probably very innocent in her experiences with men, cooped up as she was in the middle of nowhere, and he really wasn’t that surprised that she was now licking her lips nervously. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was trembling a little, like the fragile petal of a flower being blown by a very slight breeze.
    He brushed the pad of his thumb against the soft, sensitive skin of her neck and then tangled his fingers in her hair, which was as soft as silk.
    ‘But…’ He was finding it hard to remember what he was saying. He was finding it hard, in fact, to think coherently, which was a novelty for him and gave him a certain buzz. ‘There are far more satisfying ways you could use to reward my Brownie points.’ The hand which had been plunged into her glorious golden curls now moved to trace the contours of her neckline, which was pretty frustrating for him, because, whilst her closefitting tee shirt proudly advertised the bounty it shielded, the round neckline made damn sure that his wandering fingers couldn’t get anywhere near it.
    Heather stared at him, her lips parted. Her brain was having trouble keeping pace with the bizarre turn of events. In a series of rapid, thumbnail clips, she mentally went over the evening, starting with his unexpected arrival, Chinese food in hand, and travelling down the enjoyable few hours they had spent—him being ultra-nice and ultra-interested in everything she had to say while she watched him surreptitiously from under her lashes and told herself that everything was normal, that it made perfect sense to be friendly, because that was how good neighbours should be.
    She knew he was going to kiss her. For a few seconds, all rational thought went into free fall as he dipped her head back, and then his mouth was on hers, urgent, hungry, demanding, pressing her back against the wall.
    As the walls of her resistance such as there had been came tumbling down, Leo felt a surge of lust and triumph. Against his, her body was as soft as he had imagined. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, and with a groan he pushed his hands under the tee shirt, sliding them effortlessly out of her stretchy bra and then losing himself in their abundance.
    It was enough to galvanise Heather into horrified action. In the space of a few reckless minutes, she had succumbed to a need that was so powerful it overwhelmed all her ability to think rationally.
    The touch of his hands on her breasts was like an urgent wake-up call and she pushed him back, scrambling in her desperation to regain her composure.
    She was no match for him in the strength stakes, but she had the element of surprise on her side. The very last thing Leo had expected was to find himself repelled at the very height of his excitement.
    ‘Go. Now.’ She had awkwardly pulled the tee shirt back into some semblance of order, and her arms were folded protectively across her breasts. On any other occasion, his look of disbelief would have had her laughing.
    ‘ Go? Now? If this is your version of playing hard to get, then it won’t work.’
    ‘I’m not playing hard to get. I’m asking you to leave. I shouldn’t have…’
    ‘Led me on?’
    ‘I did not lead you on!’
    ‘Don’t play the outraged virgin with me. I’ve seen the way you’ve stolen looks at me, the way you’ve reacted when I’ve been within touching distance of you!’
    Heather, guilty and appalled, stared at him mutely. ‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled, unable to