Page 59 of Play of Love
Well…to some extent. It would help a lot if I didn’t get all weak-kneed girlie when he said things like that.
“Josh, Perry Henderson needs to have the reports for the expenses over the last few months and I have to sort them.”
“Perry?”Josh narrowed his eyes at me. “Who is he even?”
“The team’s accounts manager.”
“He’s accounting at this hour?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Pack it away and come here.”
“No, I have to—”
Before I could refuse again, Josh took my hand and pulled me up from the chair. He fixed his gaze on my legs as I stood and the edges of my skirt floated around my thighs.
“Jesus, look at you. How can you hide your fine self behind that desk?” He continued to stare at my legs.
“I’m working.” Thank goodness he was staring at my legs and didn’t see me blushing uncontrollably.
“Like hell you are. You finish at five. We should go hang out.” He brought his gaze back to my face and reached out to touch my chin.
“Hang out? Doing what?”
“There’s a number of things I can think of.” The look he gave me told all. It was purely sexual, no mistake about it.
“Josh, it’s imperative that I get back to work.” It probably wasn’timperative, but I couldn’t be like this with him.Him,with his overpowering sexual magnetism that weakened my resolve.
We’d gotten on well over the last few weeks, gotten on with the tasks and work set out for us, but there was one thing I was becoming openly aware of and that was the invisible web of attraction building between us. It increased daily and it was starting to be something I found difficult to escape. Some days I caught him looking at me, shamelessly checking me out. At other times, he’d give me this look of appreciation. Of course my mind told me to resist, but my body and my heart refused to listen.
“Imperative my ass. Hang out with me, baby.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.” At least I was trying.
“Yes, you can. All you have to do is come upstairs with me.”
“Upstairs?” I pressed my lips into a tight smile.
“Yes, upstairs.”
“Where upstairs?”
“My room, baby.” He smiled again, looking me over seductively. “Clothes are optional, although no clothes is always best.”
I swatted his hands away as he reached for me. “Josh, you are going to get me in trouble.”
“How much trouble can you get in if I’m your boss?”
“A lot.” I tried to get around him but he blocked me.
“Amy, come on. It’s been weeks now.” He pretended to pout. I giggled and held his gaze.
“Weeks since what?”
“Our beach fling.”
Fling.What a way to put it. My cheeks warmed.
“And I’ve been good,” he added. “Reallygood.”
I didn’t know what to say to him. It would be wrong for me to give in to temptation, no matter how great it was. The best thing to do had to be to leave things as they were and encourage him to focus on what he had to do.
