Page 15 of His to Keep
She gives herself a little shake and hurries over to shut the door. “Now lock it,” I demand. Her hand stills at the door knob, like she’s debating whether to comply. I see her fingers tremble a little when she finally reaches up to flip the lock.
“Let’s sit on the couch,” I suggest, standing and smoothing my jacket.
She casts an uncertain glance at the leather furniture. “Is that…is that appropriate, sir?”
Damn, I know she’s using that word in a professional context, but it still has my blood pumping harder. “It’s office furniture, Rebecca. I sit there with colleagues often.”
Of course, I don’t sit nearly as close to my colleagues as I choose to do when we both take a seat. I’m sitting near enough for our arms and legs to touch, and I want nothing more than to hike up her dress so I can feel the smooth skin of her thigh against mine.
“Tell me how long you’ve been working here.” I can’t believe that Rebecca is an employee. I spent the entire weekend wondering how I was going to find her. The thought of waiting until the next time she came to the club sounded like torture. And now here she is, dropped right in my lap like the best kind of gift from the universe.
“I just started last week,” she says, voice soft as she stares at a spot on the carpet, avoiding my eyes. “I was hired to do data entry and help with office tasks down in finance.”
“Who’s office?”
“Jeremy Downing.”
That draws a growl from my throat. Downing is young, single, and good looking. I don’t like the idea of her working with him, not one bit.
“And did you enjoy that job? Data entry?”
“I barely got started, but yes. It suits me.”
That has my eyebrows rising in disbelief. “Does it?” Of course, there’s nothing wrong with office work. But Rebecca showed so much spark with me, I have a hard time imagining her satisfied sitting at a desk.
Her cheeks are red again. “I think so.”
“And what about being a PA. Does that suit you?”
Her eyes widen as she finally stares at me. “You aren’t thinking about keeping me up here?”
“I want to keep you chained to my bed,” I murmur, leaning in to get a whiff of the flowery smell of her hair. “Keeping you in my office is a compromise.”
“Luke!”
“Hmm,” I say, leaning closer still. “I liked the sound ofsirmuch better.”
“I can’t work for you!”
“Why not?” There’s no way in hell I’m sending her back to Downing.
“Because we…because I…we just can’t!”
“Because I know what you look like when you come?” I press with a wicked grin.
“Yes!” she cries. “That’s exactly why!”
I study her face. “I disagree.”
“Luke!”
Unable to be so close to her without touching, I take a strand of her hair. “I thought we decided on sir.”
She bats my hand away, some of the fire I’d noticed in her Friday night returning. “Stop messing around.”
I let my fingers curl around her chin, making her look at me. “I assure you, I’m entirely serious.”
I can tell that she’s affected by my touch. Her breathing kicks up a notch, her eyes dilating. “You can’t possibly think this is a good idea,” she finally manages.
