Into the Light (Untwisted series Book 3) by Alice Raine Page A

about something, or a brief passing of his hand across the side of my breast as he stepped aside to let me proceed through a door before him. It was utterly infuriating, but simultaneously the most arousing thing ever and after twenty minutes was making my already wobbly legs even more jellified and my pulse spike wildly with every contact. Secondly, every frigging female worker in the Markis Office had suddenly become insistent on speaking to me whilst flashing flirtatious glances and annoyingly pathetic giggles at Nathan, who just politely smiled back and then smirked at me once they left. It was very obvious that he was well aware the effect he had on the female species, and he clearly loved my barely reigned in jealously as I stood clenching my teeth and trying not to bitch slap each and every one of my colleagues who dared approach him.
    After a tortuously slow half an hour the tour was finally done and we were heading back to the blessed sanctuary of my office. Nathan had been the perfect guest – apart from his teasing – smiling at the appropriate moments and appearing interested as I spoke, but I couldn't help but wonder exactly why he was here today. Finally I got to rest my shaky legs and as I took a seat behind my desk I was just about to ask him the purpose of his visit when one of my co-workers Robert came in looking flustered. Nathan sat himself on the couch in my office patiently and listened to me dealing with an urgent emergency with one of his buildings, well, as ‘urgent’ as interior design issues can get – a missing shipment of expensive Italian tiles – and then sat back watching me intently with his eyes narrowed.
    ‘Very professional, Miss Marsden. I'm impressed,’ he murmured once Robert had left. Then he rested one elbow on the end of the sofa and began rubbing his index finger casually across his top lip. My eyes zeroed in on the movement. Back and forth. Back and forth. In less than two seconds I found myself almost hypnotised by one frigging finger. God this man was just sexiness personified, I thought as I drew in a ragged breath.
    ‘You should work for me,’ he pondered, still rubbing his damn lip. But his statement finally broke my trance. What? Work for him? No thank you, as much as I loved him dominating me on the weekends I didn’t fancy it happening every single day in the office too. I liked my own space, not to mention that I had worked damn hard to get my position at Markis and had no intention of giving up to become Nathan’s personal sex assistant.
    ‘You are our biggest client, Nathan, so I basically do work for you.’ I replied sweetly, rather pleased with how calm I sounded when under my skin my heart was rampaging from my restless arousal.
    He nodded slowly and made a humming noise in the back of his throat. ‘Take off your panties.’ He suddenly requested out of the blue in a complete change of conversation.
    What? ‘No!’ My eyes flew open in shock at his unbelievable request. ‘I'm at work!’
    Standing up, Nathan locked my door with a flick of his wrist, pulled the cords of my blinds to angle them so no one could see in and then closed the distance between us, rotated my chair away from the desk, and squatted down in front of me. Without saying a single word he leant forwards, placed his warm hand on my knee and slid it straight up my skirt, pushing my panties to the side before gently rubbing a knuckle across my soft, sensitive skin.
    I was utterly stunned. Christ, talk about swift work! All my earlier hesitations about no sex in the office quickly left my mind as Nathan's skilled fingers set to work and in seconds I was so wet I started to worry about soaking my chair and staining my skirt.
    ‘If you were in my office I could do this whenever I pleased,’ he murmured seductively. That was indeed a persuasive argument and if Nathan kept up his ministrations much longer I may just give in to his crazy demand, but as I lay my head back and