Page 20 of Hacking His Code
Fuck!
Hunter
“We haven’t done her hair or makeup yet, but we have some great idea,” one of the beauticians says, but I couldn’t say who. I’m wholly focused on the gorgeous woman in the olive green dress.
“You’ve done a fabulous job, ladies,” I say truthfully. “Arinessa is stunning.”
Arinessa’s cheeks flush red, but I see the unmistakable hint of a smile playing on her lips.
“I’d like a minute alone with my lady love,” I say, and the beauticians quickly leave the room.”
Arinessa stands a few feet away, hugging herself and looking like she wants to crawl out of her skin.
Even without her hair and makeup done, she looks stunning. Better than most women fully made up.
“You look ravishing.”
My compliment doesn’t come across how I’d like it to, though, and instead of her loosening up, she scowls.
“Did I say ravishing?” I smirk. “I meant ravenous. Like you’re an apex predator looking for its next meal.”
That gets the smile back on her face.
“That dress really does look great on you. What do you think?”
“I can’t say. The sadists you hired wouldn’t let me look at myself until after hair and makeup.”
“Come look, then.” I gesture toward the mirror. “I promise I won’t tell.”
She walks on tipped toes over to the mirror, like she’s scared of her reflection.
“What do you think?”
She twirls in a circle, looking at herself from all angles. “The dress is beautiful.”
Not half as beautiful as the woman wearing it,I think to myself.
“My parents are going to ask how we met, and I’m going to tell them you applied to a scholarship I assist with.”
Arinessa nods. “Please don’t tell me we’re eating something super fancy for dinner like snails.” She scrunches her nose. “I’m totally uncultured.”
“You’re in luck because my mother doesn’t like escargot either. Chances are, we’ll be having pasta with some fancy sauce.”
She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead. “Phew!”
“The hard copies of the files will be brought up while we’re at dinner.”
“I can’t wait to get started.”
As insane as it sounds, the way she goes about her work is incredibly arousing. Watching her on the computer earlier was damn near erotic with the way her eyes were locked on the screen and how she gently nibbled her lower lip.
I’m fairly certain she doesn’t have a boyfriend, but I do wonder if she’s in some kind of ‘friends with benefits’ situation. That would be ideal for a woman like her who is most concerned about school and a sick mother.
Seeing as how we’ll be working so closely together, I suppose I could dance around the topic. Forging a good working relationship should be of paramount importance, and that requires getting to know each other.
“Am I going to have an angry boyfriend coming at me if he gets wind of our arrangement?” I ask innocuously.
She snorts. “Boyfriend? That would require me tolerating the presence of a man, which I rarely do.”
