Page 34 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

He wanted her, would have had her, she realized, if she had been someone else, someone whose job wasn’t on the line in the having.

She could see it in the way the thrum of his body warred with conscience in his eyes.

They had kissed.

A kiss between single adult coworkers was a far cry from a years-long extramarital affair, but nevertheless, both were against company policy.

He wouldn’t tell.

His darkened blue eyes promised that.

He would not threaten her employment with the foundation by revealing what had happened between the two of them here in his remote cabin.

She had to simply trust him on it.

And what was more alarming to her than even the fact that they had crossed the line in the first place, was the fact that she was tempted to do just that.

She couldn’t trust herself to be alone around this man if it could get to this point.

For whatever reason, she clearly lacked even basic self-control when it came to him.

And they were snowed in together.

It felt like some kind of cosmic trial.

She needed to get away from him.

Reading her mind, he spoke, his voice thick and raspy. “My assistant will show you to your room, Miri. A good night’s sleep and this will be a blip we both eventually forget.”

Nodding like making out with strangers on couches was a normal enough thing in her life she could forget about, Miri said, her own voice bearing signs of fading passion, “Thank you.”

And when his assistant arrived to take her to her room, after they’d had enough time to gather themselves back to being presentable and fallen into a dense silence in front of the fireplace, she nearly made it into the hall before she turned to say, “Good night, Benjamin.”

She shouldn’t have used his name—not when the embers between them needed only a little fanning to flame back to life. She should have just gone, girding herself for the incredible awkwardness ahead of them if the storm did not pass by tomorrow morning.

She should have been cold to reinforce the fact that any heat between them was inappropriate.

But she couldn’t.

It didn’t feel right, not after everything they’d shared—both right and wrong—to leave without saying good-night.

When his voice reached out from behind her, wrapping around her to trail along her arms and leave her shivering in its wake, she somehow wasn’t surprised.

“Good night, Miri. Sleep well.”

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