My belly clenched as his lips moved over my ribs, then lower and I held my breath as his tongue traced the outline of my bikini bottom. Straining my hips toward his fingers I cried out softly as those long digits slipped underneath the fabric to caress my silken folds.
He lifted his head and stared into my eyes with a mocking salute. “Such a pretty little whore you are.”
I awoke gasping for breath, his words playing through my mind like a symphony. Trembling as my body ached, I was embarrassed at the wetness between my thighs. Clenching them tightly together I forced myself to remember that it was just a dream but still I felt the tremors of unanswered desire coursing through me.
His cold words resonated through my thoughts and the strange need retreated. Since I’d never slept with a man before, being called a whore was pretty much laughable. I knew being angry with him over something as stupid as a dream was childish. But caught between the half world of sleeping and wakefulness I couldn’t help what I was feeling.
I forced myself out of the bed and tried to remember that he hadn’t really spoken those words. Maybe subconsciously I was doubting myself for taking this crazy job he lined up for me. The truth was I had no idea how to portray the character he seemed to require and I was stressed out.
If standing around and smiling was all he needed then maybe I’d be able to pull this off. Something told me that wasn’t exactly what he was looking for though. Maybe it was just the dream that had me rattled. Convincing myself that was probably it, I tried to force the negative feelings away.
Mr. Ross wasn’t at home when I tried to thank him for the meal and the week he allotted me for moving in quickly passed. I was shocked when he appeared at my door. I assumed I would see him until I returned to the office in the morning. Without thought, I invited him in and the moment he walked through the door he filled the place with his presence.
“I trust everything went smoothly with the move.” His eyes took in everything before turning to look at me again.
He was dressed in a white button down, rolled up to the elbows, and dress pants. The man had the ability to pull off this corporate casual look with an appeal that would make a magazine proud. “I had a little help, but yes everything went great. Thank you for lunch by the way, it was delicious.” I was so nervous with him here my eyes rested on the hardwood floors.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’d like to invite you up to my place so we can discuss our schedule next week.” His tone was polite but impersonal.
I nodded. The thought of invading his personal space might have left me worried if he hadn’t been showing such a nonchalant attitude.
“Something else we need to work on.” A small grin found his beautiful features as I forced my eyes up. “You should really learn to speak your responses it helps clarify that you’re in agreement.”
What was I supposed to say to that? He was my boss, if he wanted me to speak instead of giving a gesture while with him I would remember. Lowering my eyes again I found my voice. “I’ll keep that in mind.” It was almost like looking him in the eye and talking at the same time overwhelmed me, which was odd.
“I wonder?” His voice trailed off and I had to force myself to look up at him again, waiting for him to continue. “It’s not important at the moment. I’m sure you want to enjoy the rest of your evening, so let’s take care of this now.”
I followed him out the front door and into the elevator. I crossed my arms over my chest as we rode since I wasn’t wearing a bra. My self-consciousness brought back the strange dream I’d had of us or maybe it was the fact that it was chilly and my nipples were hard. I considered asking him if I could go change before we talked, but he didn’t seem to be looking my way. I could suck this up I decided.
Within moments we were standing in the hall and he was opening his front door. When I stepped inside my eyes widened. He’d told me he used the entire top floor but I wasn’t ready for the elegance that reached my eyes. Chrome and glass abounded, mixed in with dark black leather in the huge living area. While my apartment was warm and cozy his seemed to scream of refined contemporary elegance.
“Join me.” He didn’t wait for me to follow, instead he walked down a small flight of steps and sat on a huge, black leather couch.
The glass and chrome table had several manila folders placed on it and he reached down to pick them up. Not wanting to doddle, I quickly moved to sit on the far end of the furniture and waited for him to speak.
“You’ll have a hard time looking over the information I have from over there.” The smirk on his face told me he found the space I put between us amusing.
Chastened I moved closer, still leaving breathing room between us. He opened up the first folder and began reciting information about a company he was attempting to acquire. Most of what he was saying went over my head and I sat quietly allowing him to speak.
“What Mr. Morale’s business involves is really irrelevant to you, but I will need you to win his confidence.” He pointed down at the older gentleman’s photo and I studied his features.
If I had to guess, I’d gauge his age to be mid-fifties. He looked like a hard nut to crack with the stony features and coolness radiating from his almost black eyes. “Um how do you expect me to do that?” The man didn’t seem the type to do idle chit chat, and even if he did I had no idea what to talk about.
“You’re a woman. Use the talents given your gender.” He chuckled softly at his own remark and I stared at him wide-eyed.
“You want me to flirt with him?” Outside of wanting to slap his face for the suggestion, I had no freaking clue how to seduce anyone.
“Just let him know that you find him attractive and he’ll be so concerned with you I can handle the other aspects easily.”
“You’ve got supreme confidence in me if you think I have any idea on how to make that guy think I’m attracted to him.” Was he for real? What was I supposed to do whisper sweet nothings in his ear?
“Miss Burns you’re a very attractive woman, certainly you’ve used your charms to appeal to the opposite sex before.”
His eyes rudely moved over my body and I remembered I’d dropped my hands to my side. Pulling my arms back over my chest I glared.
“Contrary to popular belief Mr. Ross, girls aren’t trained from birth to seduce a man.” My face was bright red as anger and embarrassment overwhelmed me.
He rolled his eyes and stood up. “Something tells me it’s an instinctive gift in your gender. But let’s see how you do with a little practice. Stand up.”
I’d understood that he hired me to be his visual side-kick, but chauvinistic pig came to mind. With an exasperated sigh I stood and scowled at him.
“That look definitely doesn’t make me want to sell a million dollar company. Imagine you’re standing in a room with a man you desire and want to catch his eye.”
I was standing in the room with a handsome man at the moment but I all I really wanted to do was kick him in the shins. “This is nuts. Acting isn’t a skill I’ve had much practice with.”
“It’s more about body language than words. First relax and stop looking like you want to throw me out the window.” I attempted a few deep breaths dropping my arms while trying to appease him. “That’s good. Now I’m going to walk over to the other side of the room and stand and I want you to pretend that you find me appealing.”
I watched him move in front of the large stone fireplace and rest his arm on the mantle. I had no freaking idea how to look at him like he was someone I wanted to date and bit my lip nervously.
“That’s perfect. You’ve got beautiful lips, and that little expression would be enough to turn on most men.”
Did he just say I had great lips? What the hell. I was almost flattered by the compliment and deserved a meeting with a shrink over that. Trying to get my thoughts in order I lowered my eyes to the ground counting to three before I returned my gaze to his face again.
The look of stark desire in his eyes made my knees tremble and my mouth parted slightly in awe. My nipples pebbled and it had nothing to do with the air temperature. Without conscious thought I allowed my tongue to dart out and wet the dryness that suddenly accumulated on my lips. He started walking toward me and my heart fell into my stomach.
The predatory gaze made my breasts feel heavier and frightened me enough to force me back a few steps. Whatever mojo this man had going, it scared the crap out of me and I felt like running.
“What happened? You were great until I made a move toward you?” His confusion was easy to read and I felt embarrassed again.
“You made me nervous.” I cursed my honest streak because the last thing I wanted him to know was how attractive I found him.
Throwing back his thick head of hair, he chuckled. “Imposing my will on others is how I helped this company make millions, but rest assured you have no reason to be nervous around me. Unless of course you find me irresistible?” His smirk was back in place and it was apparent that he felt most women did.