Page 30 of The Chase
“I’ve been burned once before. Never again.”
“Isn’t what we’re doing illegal?”
“We’re merely guests at a party. We just happen to come across a painting and admire it. No one needs to know. Trust me, everyone, including the hosts, will be otherwise distracted.”
“Is this an orgy?”
“No, Zara, it’s a tea party.” He looked amused.
“I hope you don’t think—”
“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “I need you focused. You nearly gave us away back there.”
“How?”
“Your response to the waitress.”
“She’s buck naked.”
“I noticed a thong.”
I glared at him. “A warning would have been nice.”
“This opportunity can’t be lost.”
And right now I was hard pushed to recommend any staff at Huntly Pierre who’d raise their hand when invited to an orgy. I hadn’t worked there long enough to know who’d be up for a mass banging.
“Do I have your commitment to complete our objective?” He didn’t budge, merely leaned his weight, further pinning me to the wall.
“Yes.” My lips trembled with a thrill of excitement when his erection dug into my stomach. This searing heat of arousal between my thighs.
A wave of exhilaration.
His lips brushed close to mine. “It’s just in and out, Zara.”
The pressure of his cock now placed perfectly at my groin sent sparks of pleasure between my thighs.
We both froze as though equally stunned by the intensity of this position. Swirls of pleasure. A yearning for him to be inside me.
A soft sigh escaped my lips.
I shoved at his firm chest, trying to push him off before I weakened any further and begged for it. This man was pure muscle, pure alpha, and he’d captured me with the intensity of his stare.
My nipples nudged through my dress and there was no doubt he’d feel them through his shirt.
“Zara, I need you focused. Professional. I need you at your best.” He stepped back. The loss of his body left me bereft and I tried not to show it.
“I don’t have to do anything rude?” The question was my way of denying he’d affected me.
“No.”
“I need my X-ray machine.”
“It’ll stand out.” He waved his hand. “Just do what you did with the Pollock.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll get you in the room. Just tell me if it’s an original.”
