Besides, my
lady parts might accidently take it as a sign it was okay to shout fuck me ,
so I thought it was best I stayed the course. “Yes, sir.”
“ Ansiley ,” he said, this time I
was sure his mouth was at the very least touching my hair. “Look at me.”
Shyly, I did. Damn if his chocolate gaze wasn’t right there,
looking through me, probably seeing all the ways I wanted this man to take me.
Picturing him tearing my clothes off, pushing me over my desk and fucking the
living hell out of me was all too easy. It was also what I thought about as I
tried to fall asleep each night. I thought of all the ways I wanted Jeremy
Dermott to use me. I’d imagined just about all of them and then some.
Jeremy touched my arm and air swooshed from my lungs. “I
have a meeting with Hoates and then I’d like to grab
a bite to eat. It’s already late.”
Nodding, I went to make note of what he was saying. “What
would you like me to order for you, erm , Jeremy?”
“Nothing.”
“You said you’d like to eat after the meeting with Hoates .”
He inclined his head. “I did. I’ll have Thomas call for
reservations for us.”
I glanced sideways at him. From the way the last three
meetings with Hoates had gone I’d assumed Jeremy
didn’t care much for the man. Guess I’d been wrong.
“You’re dressed perfect for the restaurant,” he said.
“Wait? Me? I’m going with you?”
He sat on the edge of my desk, his great smell getting all
over me, making me temporarily stupid. “Yes, you, unless you have other plans.”
“Only girls’ night, where we complain about the male race
being scum-sucking maggots with their heads lodged firmly up their backsides,”
I blurted. I wanted the words back. “I mean, no, nothing, and my friends and I
really just sit around reading classic literature and discussing really
meaningful things.”
“Uh-huh.” He touched my hand. “They talk around here, you
know? They tell me things. Things you seem to want to hide from me.”
He caressed my inner wrist and I had no chance of a clear
thought. “I don’t think I’m very interesting to gossip about.”
He continued touching me. “They talk about your sense of
humor. They tell me you’re funny in addition to being beautiful. That part I
already knew.”
Words failed me for what seemed like an eternity. “I have my
moments, and thank you.” My cheeks felt warm and I was keenly aware I was
blushing.
The intercom buzzed, breaking the moment. Jeremy pressed the
button. “Yes.”
“ Hoates is headed up,” the
receptionist from the lobby said.
Jeremy stood but stayed near me. He cleared his throat. “ Ansiley , if I make you uncomfortable, tell me.”
“No,” I said quickly. “You don’t. I just, well, I’m not sure
how to be around someone like you.”
He lifted a black brow. “Someone like me?”
“Someone who has enough money to buy several of his own
islands, okay, probably a country if he wanted.”
Chapter Two
Hoates entered, saving me from making an even bigger fool of myself. His narrow gaze
fixed on me— again . He was always
leering. He didn’t stare. He leered. I knew from the brief bio I’d read on him
in the company computer that he was rich. He was the same age as Jeremy and
they ran in similar social circles. Looking at him, he appeared far older than
thirty-three. Jeremy’s full head of ink black hair was cut close on the sides
and slightly longer on top. Hoates’s widow’s peak had
become even more pronounced in the eight months I’d known him. He lacked
Jeremy’s naturally sun-kissed skin, instead always appearing pale. Then there
was the fact he was close to my height—five seven, and Jeremy towered over him.
Yes, it was grossly unfair to compare another man to Jeremy
because he was ridiculously good looking. Hard to avoid doing since they were
shaking hands, standing face-to-face. Hunk to…
I shuddered as thinking of what to refer to Hoates as.
Jeremy headed
lady parts might accidently take it as a sign it was okay to shout fuck me ,
so I thought it was best I stayed the course. “Yes, sir.”
“ Ansiley ,” he said, this time I
was sure his mouth was at the very least touching my hair. “Look at me.”
Shyly, I did. Damn if his chocolate gaze wasn’t right there,
looking through me, probably seeing all the ways I wanted this man to take me.
Picturing him tearing my clothes off, pushing me over my desk and fucking the
living hell out of me was all too easy. It was also what I thought about as I
tried to fall asleep each night. I thought of all the ways I wanted Jeremy
Dermott to use me. I’d imagined just about all of them and then some.
Jeremy touched my arm and air swooshed from my lungs. “I
have a meeting with Hoates and then I’d like to grab
a bite to eat. It’s already late.”
Nodding, I went to make note of what he was saying. “What
would you like me to order for you, erm , Jeremy?”
“Nothing.”
“You said you’d like to eat after the meeting with Hoates .”
He inclined his head. “I did. I’ll have Thomas call for
reservations for us.”
I glanced sideways at him. From the way the last three
meetings with Hoates had gone I’d assumed Jeremy
didn’t care much for the man. Guess I’d been wrong.
“You’re dressed perfect for the restaurant,” he said.
“Wait? Me? I’m going with you?”
He sat on the edge of my desk, his great smell getting all
over me, making me temporarily stupid. “Yes, you, unless you have other plans.”
“Only girls’ night, where we complain about the male race
being scum-sucking maggots with their heads lodged firmly up their backsides,”
I blurted. I wanted the words back. “I mean, no, nothing, and my friends and I
really just sit around reading classic literature and discussing really
meaningful things.”
“Uh-huh.” He touched my hand. “They talk around here, you
know? They tell me things. Things you seem to want to hide from me.”
He caressed my inner wrist and I had no chance of a clear
thought. “I don’t think I’m very interesting to gossip about.”
He continued touching me. “They talk about your sense of
humor. They tell me you’re funny in addition to being beautiful. That part I
already knew.”
Words failed me for what seemed like an eternity. “I have my
moments, and thank you.” My cheeks felt warm and I was keenly aware I was
blushing.
The intercom buzzed, breaking the moment. Jeremy pressed the
button. “Yes.”
“ Hoates is headed up,” the
receptionist from the lobby said.
Jeremy stood but stayed near me. He cleared his throat. “ Ansiley , if I make you uncomfortable, tell me.”
“No,” I said quickly. “You don’t. I just, well, I’m not sure
how to be around someone like you.”
He lifted a black brow. “Someone like me?”
“Someone who has enough money to buy several of his own
islands, okay, probably a country if he wanted.”
Chapter Two
Hoates entered, saving me from making an even bigger fool of myself. His narrow gaze
fixed on me— again . He was always
leering. He didn’t stare. He leered. I knew from the brief bio I’d read on him
in the company computer that he was rich. He was the same age as Jeremy and
they ran in similar social circles. Looking at him, he appeared far older than
thirty-three. Jeremy’s full head of ink black hair was cut close on the sides
and slightly longer on top. Hoates’s widow’s peak had
become even more pronounced in the eight months I’d known him. He lacked
Jeremy’s naturally sun-kissed skin, instead always appearing pale. Then there
was the fact he was close to my height—five seven, and Jeremy towered over him.
Yes, it was grossly unfair to compare another man to Jeremy
because he was ridiculously good looking. Hard to avoid doing since they were
shaking hands, standing face-to-face. Hunk to…
I shuddered as thinking of what to refer to Hoates as.
Jeremy headed
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