people and have a solid approach or offering, then it merely requires having the patience to let it happen.”
Retrieving the small handbag she came with from a side table, she said, “I should go. Thank you for this evening.”
William had removed his suit jacket and tie. “I’ll walk you home.”
She stood facing him and shook her head. “I can get a taxi.”
He picked up his keys off of a table in the foyer and opened the door. “It’s a perfect evening to enjoy the night.”
Walking along the sidewalk with him, she noticed he slowed his pace to match hers. He spoke about plans for Breen and she realized that he was planning a year out. She had only considered the employees’ expected response to the change of ownership.
They passed by a popular nightclub and he deflected a man who nearly collided into her.
She stepped back. “You have fast reflexes.”
He took her hand and they crossed the street. “There is a path through the park. It may be easier then dealing with the crowded street.”
He released her hand when they stepped through the park gate and he led her to a grass-covered field.
The heels she had worn were more for fashion than covering slippery terrain. “I didn’t realize we would be walking on grass or I may have chosen other shoes.”
He slowed and looked at her feet. “Sorry. I should have realized. Do you want to walk barefoot?”
“Maybe. I need to find a place to sit for a moment.” Looking around, she noticed a small stone bench near a monument, but it was a few hundred feet away.
William picked her up and she stilled. “I’m sure I can walk.”
He smiled at her, but his expression was difficult to read in the darkness. “At least you won’t twist your ankle.”
Her breathing became rushed and she tried to calm her nerves. Her body was reacting to him and it felt as if her reaction was wild and erratic. It crossed all sorts of lines for him to physically carry her. He was now her boss and she needed some distance.
***
He shouldn’t play with fire, but she was impossibly tempting. Her proper attitude and reluctant manner made him want to smash down all of her erected barriers. But it wouldn’t serve him. He wanted her for her marketing mind and rapport with employees, not for himself. Her sharp tongue had already torn the flesh from his bones. He didn’t need a repeat.
He placed her on the stone bench and watched in fascination as she removed a shoe and then unrolled a silk stocking.
Bridget didn’t look up. “Would you mind giving me a moment?”
He was unable to stop watching her. Even in the darkness, he was captivated. She reached under her dress and undid the other stocking, rolling it down and then taking off her shoe. She put the stockings in her small handbag and then picked up her shoes.
“I would have guessed that you would wear um... pantyhose.”
“It would be odd to work in fashion and wear pantyhose.”
Bridget North was full of surprises. He had made a calculated mistake thinking he could spend time with the beautiful and captivating marketing executive and not fall under her spell. But he wanted more from her than a night in bed. She would help him figure out what to do with the golf resort that was bleeding him dry. He couldn’t allow himself to succumb to the attraction.
“Besides, stockings are far more comfortable.”
He wanted to explore her body but refused to act on the desire. The darkness hid the evidence of his need and somehow made their interaction seem dreamlike, almost in slow motion.
“I wouldn’t know.”
He stepped closer to her and watched as her eyes met his. He couldn’t see her pupils, only the deep brown of her gaze. One kiss. He would kiss her briefly and be satisfied with one taste. Reaching forward, he touched the side of her face and gently traced her cheekbone with the tip of his thumb. He could feel his body heating. How could she turn him on with barely a touch?
He stopped himself. The way
Retrieving the small handbag she came with from a side table, she said, “I should go. Thank you for this evening.”
William had removed his suit jacket and tie. “I’ll walk you home.”
She stood facing him and shook her head. “I can get a taxi.”
He picked up his keys off of a table in the foyer and opened the door. “It’s a perfect evening to enjoy the night.”
Walking along the sidewalk with him, she noticed he slowed his pace to match hers. He spoke about plans for Breen and she realized that he was planning a year out. She had only considered the employees’ expected response to the change of ownership.
They passed by a popular nightclub and he deflected a man who nearly collided into her.
She stepped back. “You have fast reflexes.”
He took her hand and they crossed the street. “There is a path through the park. It may be easier then dealing with the crowded street.”
He released her hand when they stepped through the park gate and he led her to a grass-covered field.
The heels she had worn were more for fashion than covering slippery terrain. “I didn’t realize we would be walking on grass or I may have chosen other shoes.”
He slowed and looked at her feet. “Sorry. I should have realized. Do you want to walk barefoot?”
“Maybe. I need to find a place to sit for a moment.” Looking around, she noticed a small stone bench near a monument, but it was a few hundred feet away.
William picked her up and she stilled. “I’m sure I can walk.”
He smiled at her, but his expression was difficult to read in the darkness. “At least you won’t twist your ankle.”
Her breathing became rushed and she tried to calm her nerves. Her body was reacting to him and it felt as if her reaction was wild and erratic. It crossed all sorts of lines for him to physically carry her. He was now her boss and she needed some distance.
***
He shouldn’t play with fire, but she was impossibly tempting. Her proper attitude and reluctant manner made him want to smash down all of her erected barriers. But it wouldn’t serve him. He wanted her for her marketing mind and rapport with employees, not for himself. Her sharp tongue had already torn the flesh from his bones. He didn’t need a repeat.
He placed her on the stone bench and watched in fascination as she removed a shoe and then unrolled a silk stocking.
Bridget didn’t look up. “Would you mind giving me a moment?”
He was unable to stop watching her. Even in the darkness, he was captivated. She reached under her dress and undid the other stocking, rolling it down and then taking off her shoe. She put the stockings in her small handbag and then picked up her shoes.
“I would have guessed that you would wear um... pantyhose.”
“It would be odd to work in fashion and wear pantyhose.”
Bridget North was full of surprises. He had made a calculated mistake thinking he could spend time with the beautiful and captivating marketing executive and not fall under her spell. But he wanted more from her than a night in bed. She would help him figure out what to do with the golf resort that was bleeding him dry. He couldn’t allow himself to succumb to the attraction.
“Besides, stockings are far more comfortable.”
He wanted to explore her body but refused to act on the desire. The darkness hid the evidence of his need and somehow made their interaction seem dreamlike, almost in slow motion.
“I wouldn’t know.”
He stepped closer to her and watched as her eyes met his. He couldn’t see her pupils, only the deep brown of her gaze. One kiss. He would kiss her briefly and be satisfied with one taste. Reaching forward, he touched the side of her face and gently traced her cheekbone with the tip of his thumb. He could feel his body heating. How could she turn him on with barely a touch?
He stopped himself. The way
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