lips over my naked shoulders.
For a second, we both froze, as a sharp rap on the door startled us. “Our champagne. Don’t move,” he commanded. With wide eyes I watched him take three steps back toward the door, undoing the top buttons of his shirt at the same time. Not taking his smoldering eyes from me, he jerked the door open.
Over Alain’s shoulder, my gaze collided with cold blue eyes. Maxwell’s mouth hung open as he took in my tousled hair, undone zipper and swollen lips. His eyes blazed with rage, boring into mine, ignoring Alain.
“You forgot your pen.” He placed it on the entrance table. “I just wanted to check if you were OK.” The acid in his voice was unmistakable.
“I…I am fine … , ” I stammered. Talk about career-limiting moves. I shuddered.
If Maxwell Grant could have my head on a plate…
Alain stepped between us, consciously claiming me. “Mademoiselle Clarke is fine. We were just in the middle of… ”
“I can see,” Maxwell spat, his voice booming. His steely eyes narrowed. “I expect you to be ready bright and early, Miss Clarke.” He turned on his heels and slammed the door behind him.
Shaking, I sucked in a breath.
Who the hell is he to tell me what to do?
In two quick steps Alain was by my side, rubbing up my arms. “Are you OK?” he said, concern lacing his voice.
“Y…yes,” I stammered. “I…I’m tired. Must be jetlag. I’d like to go to bed now.”
Alain cocked his head, his disappointment clear. “Good night,” he said gruffly, as he kissed each of my eyelids gently, holding both my hands in his. He brushed his lips over mine as he whispered, “Dream of me.”
The door clicked softly behind him.
What the hell just happened?
My body burned with desire. I wanted my Frenchman to ravish me, yet here I stood, feeling like a naughty child. Alone. My new boss was goddamn infuriating.
After a long hot shower, I slipped into the over-sized bed. My body was tired, my eyelids heavy. I sighed as I sank into the soft mattress. Pure bliss.
The shrill ring of the phone jerked me from drifting off.
What now?
“ Hello?” I croaked. Every muscle in my body ached from exhaustion.
“I will meet you at eight a.m. sharp. In the lobby.”
I sucked in a breath.
Fucking Maxwell Grant .
“Be ready,” he grunted. The steely command in his voice remained unwavering. “Good night, Miss Clarke.”
The man was unbelievable.
Go home to your wife and leave me the fuck alone.
I wanted to shout at him, but the words froze in my throat.
The phone clicked in my ear. Was Alain right? Did my boss have lascivious ideas? How absurd. I was simply not interested, the sooner he realized it, the better for us both. All I wanted was a delicious romance with my hot Frenchman.
Maxwell fucking Grant could go to hell.
Arrogant bastard.
Sleep would probably evade me for the rest of the night. I punched my pillow in a rage, imagining him trying to force himself onto female employees just to show them who were boss. Just because he was powerful and good looking, didn’t mean I would succumb to him. He could take his contract and shove it.
I tossed and turned, and as I finally drifted into a fitful sleep, I felt the heat of those angry dark-blue eyes boring into me.
Chapter 16
There were few things I hated as much as the shrill sound of an alarm clock. Especially, this morning. I opened one eye and killed the damn thing. It felt as if I’d hardly had any sleep .
It's going to be a bloody long day.
I cursed as I dressed in a light gray business suit and crisp white shirt. My fingers were still dumb as I did up an extra button on my shirt for good measure. I certainly didn’t want to give my boss any wrong impressions. I was a goddamn professional, and I’d prove it today. Determined to not let him unnerve me, I put on my “tough- bitch” face. I only had to keep my cool today; he was flying back to New York later tonight.
This morning I was doing a presentation at
For a second, we both froze, as a sharp rap on the door startled us. “Our champagne. Don’t move,” he commanded. With wide eyes I watched him take three steps back toward the door, undoing the top buttons of his shirt at the same time. Not taking his smoldering eyes from me, he jerked the door open.
Over Alain’s shoulder, my gaze collided with cold blue eyes. Maxwell’s mouth hung open as he took in my tousled hair, undone zipper and swollen lips. His eyes blazed with rage, boring into mine, ignoring Alain.
“You forgot your pen.” He placed it on the entrance table. “I just wanted to check if you were OK.” The acid in his voice was unmistakable.
“I…I am fine … , ” I stammered. Talk about career-limiting moves. I shuddered.
If Maxwell Grant could have my head on a plate…
Alain stepped between us, consciously claiming me. “Mademoiselle Clarke is fine. We were just in the middle of… ”
“I can see,” Maxwell spat, his voice booming. His steely eyes narrowed. “I expect you to be ready bright and early, Miss Clarke.” He turned on his heels and slammed the door behind him.
Shaking, I sucked in a breath.
Who the hell is he to tell me what to do?
In two quick steps Alain was by my side, rubbing up my arms. “Are you OK?” he said, concern lacing his voice.
“Y…yes,” I stammered. “I…I’m tired. Must be jetlag. I’d like to go to bed now.”
Alain cocked his head, his disappointment clear. “Good night,” he said gruffly, as he kissed each of my eyelids gently, holding both my hands in his. He brushed his lips over mine as he whispered, “Dream of me.”
The door clicked softly behind him.
What the hell just happened?
My body burned with desire. I wanted my Frenchman to ravish me, yet here I stood, feeling like a naughty child. Alone. My new boss was goddamn infuriating.
After a long hot shower, I slipped into the over-sized bed. My body was tired, my eyelids heavy. I sighed as I sank into the soft mattress. Pure bliss.
The shrill ring of the phone jerked me from drifting off.
What now?
“ Hello?” I croaked. Every muscle in my body ached from exhaustion.
“I will meet you at eight a.m. sharp. In the lobby.”
I sucked in a breath.
Fucking Maxwell Grant .
“Be ready,” he grunted. The steely command in his voice remained unwavering. “Good night, Miss Clarke.”
The man was unbelievable.
Go home to your wife and leave me the fuck alone.
I wanted to shout at him, but the words froze in my throat.
The phone clicked in my ear. Was Alain right? Did my boss have lascivious ideas? How absurd. I was simply not interested, the sooner he realized it, the better for us both. All I wanted was a delicious romance with my hot Frenchman.
Maxwell fucking Grant could go to hell.
Arrogant bastard.
Sleep would probably evade me for the rest of the night. I punched my pillow in a rage, imagining him trying to force himself onto female employees just to show them who were boss. Just because he was powerful and good looking, didn’t mean I would succumb to him. He could take his contract and shove it.
I tossed and turned, and as I finally drifted into a fitful sleep, I felt the heat of those angry dark-blue eyes boring into me.
Chapter 16
There were few things I hated as much as the shrill sound of an alarm clock. Especially, this morning. I opened one eye and killed the damn thing. It felt as if I’d hardly had any sleep .
It's going to be a bloody long day.
I cursed as I dressed in a light gray business suit and crisp white shirt. My fingers were still dumb as I did up an extra button on my shirt for good measure. I certainly didn’t want to give my boss any wrong impressions. I was a goddamn professional, and I’d prove it today. Determined to not let him unnerve me, I put on my “tough- bitch” face. I only had to keep my cool today; he was flying back to New York later tonight.
This morning I was doing a presentation at
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