Page 33 of Seducing Her Scarred Boss

‘No,’ he half laughed. ‘It’s you. Only you. And you don’t use cheap shampoo.’

Oh, that was nice. She let her weight rest against him a little more.

‘If we do this again, and I meanif,then no one knows,’ he said firmly.

‘What, it’s our “little secret”?’ She pulled back to look at him. She wouldn’t have thought he’d be one to care.

‘I’m not having gossip on site. No one is to know.’

‘So we remain professional through the day and meet up for rabid sex at night? Is that it?’

His whole body tensed.

She stepped closer, her confidence blossoming despite his obviously conflicted feelings. At least it meant he had feelings. ‘Let’s get one other thing straight, Lorenzo. If we do this again, and I meanif,then it’s for more than one night.’

He swallowed.

‘We’re not done until it’s finished,’ she told him quietly. She was not having another couple of days like this. She’d work him right out of her system. She’d had a taste of danger and she wanted to take it all until there was no danger left.

‘But it will finish.’

‘Sure.’ She nodded. It was serious physical chemistry, that was all. She’d get her stuff done for the exhibition and be able to walk away. A week or so would be enough to neutralise it. ‘Deal?’

He nodded. ‘Come upstairs with me now.’ His hands were seeking already, sliding beneath the hem of her clothing, hunting for bare skin.

‘I thought you didn’t want to have sex here?’ What about gossip onsite? Hell if any of them came looking for either of them now they’d be in trouble.

‘I’ve changed my mind.’

As his hot gaze drank her in she could read his thoughts and she struggled to stay calm.

She put her palm on his flushed cheek. ‘What about Kat? And Jemma and the others?’

He closed his eyes. ‘Sophy.’ He sounded so tormented.

She reached up. ‘I want you.’

She kissed him. His arms tightened and he didn’t let her free of the kiss. But his tension eased, his hands stroking with care now. So that had been what he needed. How surprising—so the neediness wasn’t all her? She could feel his heart pounding against her. Maybe they could go upstairs—sneak up there now just quickly.

Her phone rang. And rang and rang.

Sophy broke the kiss. ‘I have to get that,’ she muttered.

He looked at her, bitterness flashing on his face. ‘Of course you do.’

She scrabbled in her bag to find the phone at the bottom, smoothed her hair behind her ears, quickly inhaled to cover her breathlessness and put a smile on her face so her greeting would sound friendly. ‘Sophy speaking.’

He watched her, his face as readable as a stone. She flashed a wider smile at him.

‘Hi, Ted, what’s up?’ She swung away as she listened. ‘And you need me to pick it up? Sure. No problem. Give me the address.’ She dug back into the bag for a pen—no point asking her brother to text the details; he would say he didn’t have the time. Sophy repeated the address back to him, glanced up in time to see Lorenzo walking out of the room. Two minutes later the call was dealt with. Sophy stared at the door, wondering why he’d gone.

She went back into her office—found Kat had left Jemma figuring out stuff on her own.

‘It’s great you’re here.’ Sophy smiled, meaning it this time.

But Jemma’s attention wasn’t on her. She was looking out of the window:

Thud, thud, thud.

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