Page 50 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

‘So am I.’ She smiled.

Something turned over in his chest. Suddenly he didn’t want to think any more. Or talk. He needed to move.

‘Let’s go back to bed.’

She laughed and shook her head a little. ‘So single-minded...’

Fixated? Yes.

‘You’ve got to say it’s a good idea.’ He leaned forward.

‘It’s a good idea.’ She nodded. ‘A very good one.’

He was so glad she was on the same page.

Sex.That was all.

He summoned the waitress and asked for the bill. But the second the woman placed the slim leather folder onto the table Stephanie tried to snatch it up.

Jack stopped her by playing snap—smacking his hand down on hers. She might have got her hand on it first, but he was on top. And he wasn’t giving it up. He felt her hand form a fist beneath his. And then she pulled her hand away.

‘You’ve got to let me pay.’ She looked ferocious.

‘No, I don’t,’ he answered easily.

‘Well, I’m not spending the day being treated like some... mistress or something.’

He was so surprised he laughed long and loud. Stephanie sat back, folded her arms across her chest and glared at him.

‘Mistress?’ he repeated with another chuckle. ‘Like in some movie or something?’

She didn’t like him paying. Was that why she’d picked the pyjamas over the designer dress?

Five minutes later he watched her stride ahead of him and get into the car. She slammed the door in a way the old car wouldn’t appreciate. Sonotpositive and enthusiastic Steffi Leigh now. She really was angry?

‘I’ll borrow the pyjamas for the day, and thank you for them, but that’sit.’ She sat with her arms folded and her nose in the air.

He liked the show of pride in what she would and wouldn’t accept from him, but he wasn’t above teasing her about it. ‘Well, you could give them back to menowif they make you feel uncomfortable.’

She turned her head and met his challenge with fire in her eyes. ‘Sure.’

SEVEN

She startedtounbutton the pyjama jacket. Jack stared at her, then quickly glanced around the car park. ‘Someone will see!’ He started to laugh.

‘Then you’d better start the engine.’ She tossed the silk pyjama top onto the back seat.

Hisengine was running red-hot already. And now she was wriggling out of the trousers...

‘You’ll burn your skin,’ he said quickly. ‘Your breasts.’ All that creaminess. He couldn’t bear to see it sun-damaged.

‘I’m still wearing my bra.’

Yeah, but there was still too much skin—and she hadno pantieson. And he was finding it impossible to concentrate on the road.

She pushed her sunglasses up her nose and leaned back in the seat, a smile on her lips. But the heightened colour in her cheeks—that was embarrassment.

She was so damn independent—spirited, and determined to make a point. And she was so full of spontaneity.

---