Page 46 of Tangled Trust

"Oops. Sorry about that."

I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that. I may just lose control and molest him again.

"You’ve been scarce today. How are you?" he asks.

"Yes. I had a few things to take care of," I fib.

"Okay."

I don’t know what to say next. Damn this mouth full of teeth.

"I think we should talk," he says finally.

Uh-oh. I don’t like the sound of that. Am I in trouble?

"Uhm. Sure."

"Let's chat in my office."

So, this is it. One night of total abandonment, and I’m out on the street. Shit!

"Make yourself comfortable," Carter smiles and gestures to a chair.

"Thanks."

He sits down opposite me.

"About last night," he begins, and I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole. But no such luck. I don’t say a word.

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable, Ella," he starts. "I want you to know that it’s not my habit to take advantage of my staff. This has never happened before."

As silly as it sounds, his words make me feel better. I’m glad to know that I’m not just another notch on his employer's belt, as it were.

"I’ll understand if you don’t want to continue with us. Again, I’m truly sorry for taking advantage."

"That’s very decent of you, Carter. But, you didn’t exactly push me into it. I went willingly," I smile bashfully.

Carter’s expression changes. He has the same sexy, irresistible, naughty grin he wore last night, and my stomach does a sudden and unexpected backflip.

"I see," he grins.

"I’d like to stay on if that’s alright."

"I can’t guarantee that I may not need another shot of whiskey and milk at some point in the future," he says in a husky voice.

"It’s a good thing I know just where you can get one," I grin.

Am I flirting shamelessly with my boss? What the hell is the matter with me? This cannot end well. Bosses and staff make terrible lovers. It’s a recipe for disaster. But, damned if I don’t want him to put his hands all over me right here in his office.

"You are forbidden fruit, Ella," he says, getting up from his seat.

He’s closing the distance between us, and my heart is racing faster with every step he takes. The heat radiates between my legs as I anticipate his touch. I’m suddenly aware of every part of my body. My skin is tingling.

Carter closes the door and looks back at me. I know what he’s thinking because I’m likely entertaining the same lascivious thoughts.

"You smell so good," he whispers under his breath as he runs his fingers over my cheek.

I want to stand up, but my knees are jello. Like a deer caught in the headlights, I stare at Carter without moving a muscle.

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