Page 25 of Christian Clause

My intercom buzzes a few minutes later. A sizzle goes through my body when I hear Christian’s voice.

“Hope, please come to my office.”

“Right away, sir,” I reply and rise from my desk.

I smooth down my black wrap-around dress, grateful I splurged on it and other dresses. I take my pad, sure that rapid-fire dictation is what I’ll get. I’ve come to understand that Christian is someone who’s always up and doing, and thinks quickly on his feet.

My heels are soundless on the carpeted floor as I cross the short distance to Christian’s office. My drop-dead gorgeous boss is seated at his desk. I notice he has removed his suit jacket and his tie. My lips part as I take in his curly chest hair from a glance at his unbuttoned collar and few buttons. He flips through a file.

Girl, control yourself.

I hastily change the direction of my gaze. But I can’t help looking back at him as he raises his head. He rakes his hand through his blond hair and my eyes fuse to his perfect angular face. No argument here, he’s the most handsome and enigmatic man I’ve ever come across.

I stand before his desk, trying to control my twirling emotions. Everything in me wants me to turn tail and run out of the office, but I stand my ground. I’m happy that I can maintain the cool facade I present to him, even though my feelings are running riot.

The air thrums with sexual tension as he continues to stare at me as if stripping me of my clothes. Or, maybe it’s just my mind and what I want him to do.

My nerves stretched taut by the silence, I swallow thickly and say, “You summoned me.”

A boyish grin crosses his handsome face. “I did.”

Pushing back his chair, he rises swiftly and walks around his desk to perch on the edge. He folds his arms across his chest as he gives me a once over. Heat runs through my body at the bold stare. It takes everything in me not to beg him to take me right there on his desk. My heart throbs against my chest and I’m afraid that it might just jump out. Even though the office is cool, beads of sweat form on my forehead. This amount of tension is not good for me.

“Come here,” Christian coolly says.

My lips part as I can’t believe what I just heard.

“Excuse me?”

His grin widens. “You heard right. You’re too far from me.”

I blink rapidly as I wonder if I’ve somewhat dozed off at my desk and was now having this wild dream.

“You’ve been treating me as if I’m going to give you frostbite all day.” He drops his hands and sighs. “Heck, you’ve been treating me like that since you started working here. And I swear it’s driving me crazy.”

What? I want to accuse him of treating me like nothing but his PA, but I keep my mouth shut. How do I treat him as anything other than my boss when he hasn’t so much as looked at me the way he did at the mall?

Eyeing him and wondering what he’s up to, I take a few steps forward.

“You are a hard man to figure out.”

“Yes, I am. I’m hard in every way. Would you like to feel how hard, Hope?”

Christian’s brow arches and he gives me a slow seductive grin.

I remain speechless. I can feel the heat suffusing my cheeks.

Suddenly he chuckles as humor enters his eyes. “Are you being shy with me, or do you like to play games, Hope?”

I shake my head. “I don’t play games.”

“Then come to me. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to feel your luscious body against mine.”

Please don’t do this to me. If you continue saying things like that, you’ll have me underneath you, begging you to make wild love to me.

Even though my body is aflame at his words, I try to maintain a level of control over my aroused body. I hope he doesn’t notice how hard my nipples have become and how they are pushing against my dress.

“Why are you doing this?” I say for want of something better to tell him.

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