Page 113 of For the Sub

“You’re a good luck charm. Every time I have an important meeting, I will need to have you lie on your back on my desk and play with yourself.”

Rather than scandalizing her, his wicked suggestion aroused her.

“Or maybe I could get a massive dildo and fuck you with it.”

“Or maybe…” She met his gaze. “I could give you a blow job.”

“Yeah.” His eyes darkened. “You’re definitely hired.”

Oh, Sir.

This teasing might be too much for her heart.

He always talked about a future that they would likely never share.

“Red.”

Confused by what he’d just said, Brandy blinked. “Red?”

“Betting you chose red for your toenails.”

She grinned. “How in the world do you do that? Juggle twenty things in your mind at once? And I take it that’s the end of the business discussion.”

“Am I right?”

She lifted her right foot.

“With a flower on the big toe. I wouldn’t have guessed that.”

“Do you like it?” Trying to gauge his reaction, she studied him. “I hope you do. You paid for it.”

“Ms. Hess, no matter what you chose, it would have been perfect.”

Instead of letting her emotions spiral out of control, she reined them in.

After taking another sip, he took Brandy’s flute and set both glasses aside before pulling her against his chest.

She was straddling him, and she felt his erection.

Brandy expected him to enter her, and she would have liked that, but he didn’t, opting to wrap her in his arms.

In that moment, she felt safe, protected, as if the two of them could take on the world.

Ridiculousness—her practical side warned.

She could make her own way in the world, and how foolish would it be to fall for a man who’d sworn never again to risk his heart? Especially when they moved in two separate worlds.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.

“Me too.”

“As much as I’d like to stay like this, we’re expected to meet my aunt.”

“Are we?” Reluctantly, she eased away.

“An early dinner, if that’s okay?”

Though she was a little nervous, she nodded. “I’ll get ready.”

---