Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Irritation simmered in his gaze, as he glowered at her, struggling not to lose his temper. “I already told you that she was on the floor looking for her contact. I was just about to get down there and look too when you walked—”

“Look, Lucas. Your sex life is none of my business. But just so you know, most women don’t usually want to go out with men who change girlfriends as regularly as he changes his socks.” She dropped her gaze to her desk as she reached for the paper he’d brought to her. “Thank you for the itinerary, but unless there is something else, I really need to get back to work.”

And just like that he was dismissed. He stood there staring at the crown of her head, as fury whipped through his veins. She was barely civil toward him, but she’d never been outright rude. For a year and a half he’d been on the receiving end of her cold shoulder, and while he could definitely take everything she dished out, that didn’t mean he actually had to.

Before he stopped to think about what he was doing, he moved to

the other side of her desk, and dragged her by her arms to her feet.

She stared at him openmouthed, her eyes wide. He knew the moment she regained her composure because her brown eyes darkened to tiny black chips, but before she could lash out at him, he beat her to it with his own cutting words.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” He ignored her gasp of shock as he plowed ahead, knowing she wasn’t used to people talking to her in such a manner. “You’ve been nothing but a bitch to me from the day I walked into your office. Don’t you think it’s time for you to stop?”

“I don’t like you. And I refuse to pretend that I do,” she spat out. ”

He narrowed his gaze as he studied her pretty brown face, with her high cheekbones and full sensual lips, which was now marred by her angry expression. She wasn’t a model beauty, but she was definitely lovely in her own way. Still you would never know it with her severe bun, and librarian glasses. Not to mention her conservative, drab, power suits, which she wore like battle armor that hid what he knew was a killer body from the rare glimpses he’d caught of her in her tight spandex at the company gym. At one time he’d wondered how she became the Creative

Director of a couture fashion line given her own lack of feminine style, but

after the one time he’d seen her in action, he’d never wondered again. She had a discerning eye, a calculating brain, and she could easily spot what would sell and what wouldn’t.

With her superior intellect, she was one of those women who valued brains over beauty and brawn and hated anyone who used the latter two to their advantage. He had to admit that he wasn’t afraid to turn on the charm to close a deal or coax a diva supermodel into doing a show, but he wasn’t the male whore she thought him to be, and he was getting damned tired of having to always explain himself to her. Especially, when he knew the real reason why she lashed out at him, was not because she hated who he was and what he represented, but rather because she hated herself for being attracted to him, given who he was and what he

represented.

“You say you don’t like me. But I think it’s the opposite.”

“You’re so arrogant that you would believe that but you’re wrong—

”

“Am I?” Later he would question what came over him, but the challenge in her words had him seeing red and he easily backed her up

against her office wall, trapping her between it and the length of his hard body.

Settling his face in the crook of her neck, he stroked his tongue across her smooth skin that peeked out from just above her collar. He didn’t mistake the gasp of pleasure that rippled past her lips, even as she made a half-hearted attempt to push against his chest.

He chuckled softly in triumph, eliciting a slight shiver from her body as goose bumps dotted the skin at her neck. “You say you don’t like me, but I wonder if I stick my fingers beneath this skirt of yours will they find nothing but wet warmth.”

“Lucas!” She gasped in warning, when his hands began to tease along the hem of her skirt.

He groaned against her neck, as heat whipped across his skin and his cock hardened behind the zipper of his pants. The sound of his name on her lips was probably the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. The teacher had set out to teach the student a lesson, but here he was getting schooled.

He knew then that if he didn’t pull away from her now, she would

wind up pinned down on top of her desk, with his cock buried balls deep

inside her warm pussy. He knew instinctively that the sensual woman inside her would wind up giving him the best ride of his entire life, but he refused to give into the temptation of fucking her. She wasn’t ready, and because of this she would end up resenting him for seducing her, even though it was him who was being seduced by her sensual allure.

Pulling away from her, he held her gaze, as a myriad of conflicting emotions flashed across her face. This was probably the first time she’d ever been forced to admit the truth of her attraction to him, and he was sure that inside she was running scared.

“You know I’m not the male gigolo you make me out to be, just as you know you want me, even though I’m sure you wish you didn’t,” he said with a wry smile, as he reached out to stroke his thumb across her full bottom lip. “You also know that I’ve wanted you for a long, long time,” he said in a low whisper. She started to shake her head, and while she hadn’t parted her lips to protest, he still silenced the shake of her head with a single finger against her lips. “There’s no point in denying it. We both know the truth,” he said firmly. “And do you want to know what

else I know?” He grinned when she shook her head again, but he ignored

it. She probably didn’t want to know at all, but he was still going to tell her.

“I know that when I take you for the first time, it’s not going to be a hasty fuck on your desk. I’ve waited a long time to get between your thighs, so believe me when I finally do, it will be in a soft bed, with soft sheets, someplace where we will not be disturbed because once I’m inside you, I don’t plan to go anywhere for a very long time.”

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared up at him, her mouth agape. He ached to kiss the sexy bow of her soft, succulent mouth, but forced himself not to as he dropped his hand from her lips and stalked out of her office, before he could conveniently forget all about those satin sheets and long lazy nights in favor of that hard, square desk.