Page 11 of Perfect Proposal
Her legs part as mine slips in between them. I can feel the damp heat of her pussy against the thin wool of my suit trousers. She breathlessly pants. “Like what?”
“Like this.” And pinning her hands to her sides, I lower my head and capture her lips.
Five
Carys
Even as David backs me against the wall, I can tell he’s warring between the need to fuck me or kill me.
Too damn bad. If he wanted his perfect Valentine’s Day proposal, he shouldn’t have gone out job hunting, to my brother of all people. I damn well know what he was trying to do—level some stupid, testosterone-laden playing field between us.
“Didn’t think I would find out?” I say sweetly as he approaches, his long legs eating up the distance between us as I remember the phone call from over a month ago that has set me on a knife’s edge since alternately hoping he’d pull his head out of his ass and talk with me and hoping he do exactly what he’s doing right now so I can have the pleasure of yanking it out with both of my own hands.
“In case you’re wondering, I gave you the referral that Ward called for,” I taunt.
David growls. “Remind me to thank Ward later.” His hands slap on either side of my head, trapping me against the wall.
But just bringing up David’s obtuse behavior sets off my own temper. I place my hands into the center of his rock-hard chest and push. He doesn’t budge.
I let out a growl of my own, much like I did when I hung up the phone with Ward that day.
“I didn’t think a referral would be a problem,” Ward said laconically in response to my complete silence on the other end of the line.
“Oh?” I was immensely proud of myself for not allowing the betrayal to slide into my voice. Only to have it erased my utter shock when Ward howled with laughter in my ear.
“I don’t know how the two of you have managed to work alongside each other and still build what you have, Carys,” he says wistfully. “But if I was planning on marrying the woman I love…”
There was no holding back my screech of “Excuse me?” at that point. Surging out of my chair, I ignored the view from my office as I began to pace agitatedly.
Ward muttered, “Shit. Did I let the cat out of the bag?”
“More like you dumped the ring out of the box,” I flung back hotly. “Now, spill it, Ward. You’re my damn brother, for Christ’s sake.”
Reluctantly, he did, knowing it would be so much worse for him if he didn’t tell me what I want to know.
I fell back into my chair, stunned. “All he had to do was say something,” I whispered weakly. “From the moment we met, all I’ve ever wanted was David. Hell, I gave up working at Wildcard just for a chance…”
“And now it looks like he’s trying to do the same thing, only you don’t have a fraternization policy,” my brother said gently.
"For obvious reasons,” I retorted.
“The question is what are you going to do about it?”
A million thoughts ran through my head, pulling me in opposing directions, but at the center grounding me was one thing. David.
But I’m not known for thinking on my feet for nothing. A memory of an idea Ward and I had ages ago long before tragedy forced me to become my brother’s guardian as well as his sister stirred back to life. I ran through the possibilities quickly, and the answer was so clear it left me as smug as a cat with a saucer full of cream.
Tipping my chair back, I said, “What would you say if I told you fine?”
Ward choked on the coffee that’s never far from his reach. “That you have a screw loose. What are you thinking, Car?”
“I’m thinking you can have David.” I paused for one heartbeat… Two. “But I get you in exchange.”
There was silence on the other end of the line before Ward pieced it together. “You mean…”
Now, with every rise and fall of David’s chest that I can feel under my hands, the incredulity in his olive-green eyes, I feel vindicated. “You were going to decide my future without consulting me?” I demand.
By the way David freezes, it finally penetrates how utterly infuriated I am. Ever since the car wreck that took my parents’ lives, I’ve never had the luxury of being helpless. I was never able to cede control about anyone, anything, because I had duties and responsibilities too great to shirk.
