Page 16 of His Wife

With her purse perched on top of her suitcase, she wheeled her belongings into the room while Mac watched. With a pointed look at him, she rested the suitcase by the king-size bed and removed her jacket. She had forgotten how form-fitting the silk shell she’d worn underneath was. However, when Mac’s eyes widened at the sight, she was instantly aware of every curve on her own body.

His dark eyes quickly fell back to their natural narrowness. but she had seen it. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smirking, and made a stiff gesture to the couch.

“Shall we chat before the retreat begins?”

He nodded and dropped his muscular frame back onto the couch. She perched on the very edge as far away from him as she could get. He grinned at her roguishly which only made her stiffen her spine another degree.

“I understand you have some military experience,” she continued.

He nodded. “A few years in the service, and now private security.”

“What made you leave the service?”

“Difference of opinion, I guess you could say.”

She raised one eyebrow at him but asked no follow-up questions. He crossed his legs to mask the fact his cock was twitching at the sight of her full breasts pressing against the silk of her blouse.

“I suppose we should get downstairs to meet everyone else. It would be, ahem, unseemly for them to catch us up here,” Megan said smoothly as she rose to stand.

Mac grinned again, “Catch us doing what?”

He smiled victoriously when her cheeks turned pink and she whirled towards the door.

“We need to get going.” She clipped each word carefully.

He followed her out from a distance, mostly just to check out her rear view.

The rest of her senior staff was milling around the bar area when they arrived, and Matthew watched the two of them suspiciously. Megan introduced Mac around to the small group and let them get acquainted while she walked to the bar for a drink. She was pointedly aware that her silk blouse was still emphasizing curves that she did not normally display, but she tried to push that aside.

Matthew appeared next to her, standing close enough to be construed as possessive. She accepted her glass of white wine and stepped back from his proximity.

“Matthew, appearances,” she warned in a low voice.

He twisted his mouth sarcastically. “But it’s okay for you and he to be seen together?”

“We simply walked in together, that’s all,” she replied coldly.

He huffed his disapproval and disappeared back into the small group of coworkers.

Megan was left alone at the bar with her wine, and her thoughts. She leaned sideways against the bar, her pencil skirt stretching tightly against the curve of her hip. She pondered the feelings that Mac sparked in her and tried to rationalize them away.

Oh, I’m just horny. Matthew doesn’t really do it for me. Mac is all male and I just don’t encounter that on a regular basis. All male… He really is… Shaved head and bulging arms and dangerous eyes…Definitely not my type!

She snapped herself out of the reverie when she realized the very subject of her thoughts was standing in front of her.

“Don’t mingle much with the commoners?” his deep voice rumbled.

“Just thinking,” she replied vaguely.

“About what?” he pressed the issue.

“None of your concern,” she dodged.

He stared at her hard and smirked. “Sure boss, if you say so.”

Eventually he wandered off after studying her face for a few long moments, and the group migrated towards the dining hall of the resort. She had fought her instincts to create a minute-by-minute itinerary for the weekend, and had settled on a halfway point between free time and scheduled activities.

The first night was more of a free night after dinner, to let people get comfortable and get acquainted outside the office. She hoped to spend some alone time in the hot tub, but was not counting on the opportunity.

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