Page 13 of Drawn to You
Damn. I remember saying that. But I argue anyway, “If needed! You weren’t in this case. He didn’t need you. He comes in knowing his trainer isn’t available, and I made it clear, didn’t I? I told him you couldn’t do it. And I am your boss!”
“I see,” she says, pouting. “I made you look bad. I’m sorry. But you don’t have to be so mad… do you?”
Goddamn it. She doesn’t get it, does she? “It’s not about me, Britt! It’s … the guy has other motives in mind, okay?” I lower my voice, although the door of my office is closed.
I’m about to say more when I notice the tears rolling down her cheeks.
Shit. I feel like an asshole. It isn’t her fault. Why am I shouting at her? I want to tell her I’m sorry, but the image of her kneeling in front of Mason, offering her cleavage for him to see, just messes up my temper.
Without thinking it through, I grab her shoulders and press her against the wall next to us. “I’m not mad at you Britt. Just don’t disobey me again, okay?”
My voice sounds ridiculously gruff, and my eyes must look intense because when our eyes lock, she shudders and bites her lip.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I crash my mouth on hers.
Brittney lets out a whimper in surprise. I suck on her lips so hard I probably bruise them. She whimpers again, sounding like she enjoys my kiss. I probe her lips open and taste the inside of her sweet mouth, a thing I’ve been dreaming about since she showed up in my gym yesterday.
I’m getting hard. I have no choice but to press my steely boner into her soft belly.
My hand finds its way to her soft bulge that’s pressing against my chest. I squeeze it through her clothes. Brittney gasps and wriggles against me, making me groan.
I kiss the snowy flesh below her neck, my lips trailing down to the valley of her breasts — the place Mason gawked at earlier. I lick it thoroughly and suck it hard. I have to mark her as mine so that no one but me can touch her. The thought makes me even more possessive. I free a hand and slip it between our bodies. Reaching low, I find her warm juncture. It feels damp even over her pants. Damn. How wet she must be without all the cumbersome fabric. Why did I tell her to change into pants? I would be dipping my finger in her juice if she were wearing a skirt.
I’m about to unzip her fly when a knock on the door puts my lust in check.
I clear my throat. “Yes?”
“Excuse me, Andrew, is Brittney in there?” It’s Darrell’s voice. “Someone’s interested in becoming a member.”
“Okay,” I say. “Give us just a minute.”
I let go of Brittney, take a few deep breaths and calm down.
Her eyes are bright, and her cheeks are rosy. Damn. She’s so adorable. My cock refuses to shrink.
I smooth her hair and reach to button up her shirt.
“What’re you doing?” she asks, blushing.
“There are plenty of horny guys around here, and I don’t want anyone to see more than they should.”
The corners of her lips curve up. “I’ve never dressed all buttoned up like this. I look like a prim and proper old lady.”
“You look professional this way,” I argue.
“Whatever,” she says, rolling her eyes.
I let her go out to take care of the customer first and stay behind to collect my thoughts. What’s gotten into me? I’m out of my mind! It’s only Brittney’s second day on the job, and I’ve already lost control. How am I going to work with her from now on?
On our way home, I say to Brittney, “I’m sorry, Britt, for what I did earlier in the office. I promise it won’t happen again.”
Her eyes widen as she looks at me. “I don’t mind, Andrew.”
Shit. What does she mean? Is she being polite or does she feel the same way toward me? I waver for a moment and resist the urge to ask her to clarify. I need to put an end to this nonsense. “I’m glad to know that, Britt, but we can’t do it again if we’re going to work together, understand? Besides, you’re Dana’s best friend. It might become weird if we let it go on.”
She blinks for a moment, looking hurt. And then she mumbles, “Okay. I got it.”
“Good. Tomorrow you’ll drive yourself to work.”
