glistened with desire. Need grew in her belly.
Dampness between her thighs made her ache for him to relieve the pressure.
She
couldn’t disguise her heavy breathing, so she didn’t bother to try, but
returned his lustful stare with her own. Erica ignored the logic in her brain.
She wanted him with every fiber of her being, engaged or not.
“I
promised, didn’t I?” he said, dropping his hands.
She
nodded, as words wouldn’t come. A brief sting of tears behind her eyes warned
her. No crying. Not gonna cry! Calm down.
“I
got carried away. I’m sorry.” He cast his gaze to the floor.
“I’m
not.” She shifted her weight, thrusting out her hip in defiance.
His
head snapped up. “You’re not? You’re not quitting?”
She
shook her head, blinking rapidly to keep her tears at bay.
The
expression on his face softened. “Hey, don’t get emotional on me. No
waterworks.” He took her in his arms and held her close. “It’s going to be
okay. We just got carried away. No biggie. You forget it, I’ll forget it.”
His
words wounded her just as if he had stuck a spear through her heart. Emotion
choked her. I don’t want to forget it. Tears
gathered, threatening to spill over. Leave
his office. Get outta here. She pushed away from him and made her escape,
all the way to the ladies room where he couldn’t follow. Gunther? He followed Amy into the ladies room. Recalling that story
made her chuckle. She leaned back against the bathroom door and expelled a
long, shaky breath.
He wants to forget it. Elsa is
coming tonight. Bet he wants to forget it big time. Her
heart hurt at the idea of being discarded in favor of a fiancée he clearly
didn’t love. If she’s so great, how come
you’re kissing me? After splashing some cold water on her face, she took a
deep breath, dried off, and returned to her computer.
With
a huge effort, she forced herself to peruse the list of tasks sitting in front
of her. The pain inside her throbbed, and her body was restless, all because of
Gunther. She couldn’t quit, even if she wanted to. Which she didn’t. She was
making too much money—saving for a new car, sending more cash to the kids. Her money
problems had lessened because of Gunther Quill.
Focusing
on taking care of business calmed her down. She made appointments, typed up
contracts, and checked the mail. Six o’clock rolled around before she knew it.
The door opened, and Elsa Marquette sashayed in. She wore a tight green dress,
a diamond bracelet, and a big engagement ring. She was pretty and sexy in an
obvious way. Erica wasn’t envious, she’d never want to be Elsa.
“Is
my man ready?”
“Don’t
know. You can go in.”
“Of
course I can. I’m his fiancée.”
Her
eyes flashed at Erica, who stifled a laugh. His
pretentious fiancée!
Erica
checked her watch. Six-fifteen! I’m
meeting Sam at seven. She packed up her things and headed for the parking
lot.
The
sound of raised voices stopped her. She couldn’t hear the words, but there was
an argument beginning. The timbre and escalating volume suggested it would be a
doozy. Thank God I’m leaving. A part
of Erica reveled in their fight. Maybe
they’ll break up. Then what? Think he’ll turn to you? A liar, a deceiver, a
nobody? The famous Gunther Quill? For one night, maybe two. Nothing more. Might
actually be worth it, just to have one night with him.
She
left the office quickly before any more pulse-quickening ideas entered her
head.
* * * *
While
he waited for Elsa, Gunther paced in his office, his brow knitted. He couldn’t
concentrate on the email from Grant with questions he needed to answer before a
contract for East West Productions could be drawn. His mind was at war with his
heart and it rattled him. Elsa will be
here soon. Get a grip on yourself.
For
the first time since their engagement, Gunther questioned his decision to marry
Elsa. What had started as simply a business arrangement, with benefits, was
quickly becoming an
Dampness between her thighs made her ache for him to relieve the pressure.
She
couldn’t disguise her heavy breathing, so she didn’t bother to try, but
returned his lustful stare with her own. Erica ignored the logic in her brain.
She wanted him with every fiber of her being, engaged or not.
“I
promised, didn’t I?” he said, dropping his hands.
She
nodded, as words wouldn’t come. A brief sting of tears behind her eyes warned
her. No crying. Not gonna cry! Calm down.
“I
got carried away. I’m sorry.” He cast his gaze to the floor.
“I’m
not.” She shifted her weight, thrusting out her hip in defiance.
His
head snapped up. “You’re not? You’re not quitting?”
She
shook her head, blinking rapidly to keep her tears at bay.
The
expression on his face softened. “Hey, don’t get emotional on me. No
waterworks.” He took her in his arms and held her close. “It’s going to be
okay. We just got carried away. No biggie. You forget it, I’ll forget it.”
His
words wounded her just as if he had stuck a spear through her heart. Emotion
choked her. I don’t want to forget it. Tears
gathered, threatening to spill over. Leave
his office. Get outta here. She pushed away from him and made her escape,
all the way to the ladies room where he couldn’t follow. Gunther? He followed Amy into the ladies room. Recalling that story
made her chuckle. She leaned back against the bathroom door and expelled a
long, shaky breath.
He wants to forget it. Elsa is
coming tonight. Bet he wants to forget it big time. Her
heart hurt at the idea of being discarded in favor of a fiancée he clearly
didn’t love. If she’s so great, how come
you’re kissing me? After splashing some cold water on her face, she took a
deep breath, dried off, and returned to her computer.
With
a huge effort, she forced herself to peruse the list of tasks sitting in front
of her. The pain inside her throbbed, and her body was restless, all because of
Gunther. She couldn’t quit, even if she wanted to. Which she didn’t. She was
making too much money—saving for a new car, sending more cash to the kids. Her money
problems had lessened because of Gunther Quill.
Focusing
on taking care of business calmed her down. She made appointments, typed up
contracts, and checked the mail. Six o’clock rolled around before she knew it.
The door opened, and Elsa Marquette sashayed in. She wore a tight green dress,
a diamond bracelet, and a big engagement ring. She was pretty and sexy in an
obvious way. Erica wasn’t envious, she’d never want to be Elsa.
“Is
my man ready?”
“Don’t
know. You can go in.”
“Of
course I can. I’m his fiancée.”
Her
eyes flashed at Erica, who stifled a laugh. His
pretentious fiancée!
Erica
checked her watch. Six-fifteen! I’m
meeting Sam at seven. She packed up her things and headed for the parking
lot.
The
sound of raised voices stopped her. She couldn’t hear the words, but there was
an argument beginning. The timbre and escalating volume suggested it would be a
doozy. Thank God I’m leaving. A part
of Erica reveled in their fight. Maybe
they’ll break up. Then what? Think he’ll turn to you? A liar, a deceiver, a
nobody? The famous Gunther Quill? For one night, maybe two. Nothing more. Might
actually be worth it, just to have one night with him.
She
left the office quickly before any more pulse-quickening ideas entered her
head.
* * * *
While
he waited for Elsa, Gunther paced in his office, his brow knitted. He couldn’t
concentrate on the email from Grant with questions he needed to answer before a
contract for East West Productions could be drawn. His mind was at war with his
heart and it rattled him. Elsa will be
here soon. Get a grip on yourself.
For
the first time since their engagement, Gunther questioned his decision to marry
Elsa. What had started as simply a business arrangement, with benefits, was
quickly becoming an
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