Page 9 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

“Yes. She told me about the interview.”

“Do you have the confidentiality contract?” he asked, and upon my nod, he added. “Give it to me.”

I pulled the contract and handed it to him across his large desk. I noticed my dress exposed some cleavage and I immediately straightened up. I sat back down feeling like a schoolgirl, which was damn ridiculous considering my age.

He stared at me then glanced down at the document laying on his fancy desk before returning his gaze to me. He was making me nervous, and I started biting my lower lip. Silence stretched forever it seemed.

“Your background check states that you have been widowed for over a year, and you have three daughters from that marriage,” his voice was matter of fact, while his intent gaze focused on me. I nodded although I was unsure why he was bringing that up. I was certain there are labor laws that dictated you could not bring up that kind of stuff.

“Your education is impressive. And your last employer raved about you,” he continued while looking at a piece of paper in front of him.

“Thank you,” I replied in a low voice.

He carried on with his review of me. “Not much of a social life, although your friends are very protective of you and speak highly of you. Your late husband’s cousin is particularly protective of you. ”

My mouth fell open, and I could feel my skin warming up, my chest was probably red right about now. I put my cool hand on it, trying to make it feel better. He followed the motion intently, and I removed my hand immediately. I wasn’t sure if that was better because I felt exposed.

“Do you… do you do research on all your admins?” My voice was breathless, husky like I was in the middle of sex. The way my body heated up, I wished I was in the middle of the sex. Jesus, I better stop talking… and thinking. This was not going well at all.

“Only on those that are selected. I need to know that we can work well together under pressure, what your work ethic is, what your background is. And I need to know that we can trust each other. My admin has to be discreet and will be needed to attend most events with me.”

I was just staring at the man, wondering if he was crazy… or maybe I was crazy! I failed to see what my personal life had to do with working for him, or anything he just listed. Maybe I have been out of the job market for too long?

He continued. “You married young.”

I wasn’t sure why I nodded. I mean really! What does any of this have to do with being an administrative assistant? Granted, I’ve never been one before… but c’mon. This is borderline invasive. Scratch that, this was invasive!

“You went out to dinner a few times in the last few months with men that your friends set you up with , never repeating the dinner with the same man. Did you ever take those dates further than just dinner?”

What the fuck is going on here?I felt agitation rising inside of me. I felt hot and I was sure my face was flushed red.

“There are certain things that are personal. What does my personal dating life have to do with anything?” I knew my voice was betraying me, shaking in nervousness and anger. “I never gave you permission to dig through my past!”

I should get up right now. Right now! But my body was not listening, and I stayed glued to the damn chair, staring at his mesmerizing green eyes. He never removed his gaze from me, watching me intently, watching my every move.

He came around the desk and stood in front of me. He stood me up, and my body was too close, way too close to his.

“What are you doing?” My voice was shaky; although, I wasn’t scared at all. That should have been enough to question my sanity.

There was something about him… the way he stared at me. This man was getting my panties wet, making me all hot and bothered with his mere existence.

His hard body pressed against mine; Kristoff responded without hesitation. “I’m checking how your body responds to mine. This is the stipulation of the second contract.”

Second contract?Confusion and arousal were at war in me. But all thoughts left me when his lips reached for my neck, his hands traveling down my chest, to my breasts. I should have stopped it. It wasn’t what I was here for. This wasn’t professional at all, but with his lips and hands on me, it was hard to hold onto that logical part of me. My eyes fluttered shut, and a sigh escaped my lips without my permission. My insides clenched when he licked my neck, slowly, his tongue burning my skin.

I hadn't intimately been with anyone since Jack died. And while a part of me had moved past what he did to me, there was still a small part that feared it could and would happen again. Except standing here with Kristoff's lips against my neck, and his body pressed against mine, it felt completely different than any that had come before him. In that moment I missed being touched this way. The way that made my insides melt and my body hum to the tune his fingers were playing as they lightly danced across my skin. It felt amazing to be in his arms, feeling his strength ooze from him as his hands slid the length of my body, reaching for my inner thigh. All the while his lips didn't stop sucking, licking, and biting the sensitive skin on my neck.

My body trembled when his hand moved over my panties. I was so wet, and I knew he could feel it through the thin material.

I will stop this. I will stop this in a second, I thought to myself.

When his fingers slid under the lace, touching my most intimate skin, that protest left me with a breathless sigh. I gripped his shoulders, wanting more, needing more of this sensation.

“Yes.” I breathed out when his fingers teased my opening. My hands were gripping his shoulders, wanting more, needing more. “Please”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want to be mine,” he urged in a soft voice. “Tell me,” he commanded, his breath hot on my ear.

Just when I was about to nod my head, glass shattering reached my reason and my sanity through the haze of desire, and it was like someone threw a bucket of ice water over me. I pushed him away, and he stopped immediately.

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