A Calculated Seduction(12)
Her heart ached for the child he’d been. Shifted from one parent to another. She’d met Sid once before his death four years ago. He was a sad, bitter man. What little she saw of him, she didn’t like. When Bill started his business years ago, his brother and he were in it together. They had a few rough years and Sid had wanted out. He had met Diane Simmons, a wealthy socialite whose daddy wanted someone to groom for his chain of clothing stores.
Bill had tried his best to keep him with the company, but Sid wanted out and almost broke Bill financially with the price tag. Five years later, MacMillan Boots was going gangbusters and Sid regretted selling out. But Bill expected more money then Sid was willing to offer. Their relationship was never the same after that.
She shuddered when she thought about what life must have been like for a child with a father like that and the cold mother Diane must have been.
“Well, no reason to go all mopey on you. I need to get going. Maude and I are golfing today. If I’m late, the woman will snatch me bald-headed.”
She smiled and said goodbye. As she settled back at her desk, she began to worry about Saturday night. She hadn’t even thought about what to wear and now she had to go with her boss.
She’d accompanied Bill to many functions, but this was different. Ethan MacMillan was different. A six-foot-two hunk of man. All muscles and brooding personality. Just the thought of being in his car, smelling his sandalwood aftershave, seeing what he looked like in a tux, sent a shiver through her. He was devastating in a business suit, but in formal wear, he’d be life threatening.
And she had to spend the whole time with him. She would have to stand next to him, knowing other women wondered what the two of them were doing together. And all the while, she knew the only thing that would be in her mind.
Ethan MacMillan had seen her breasts.
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Ethan spent most of the morning dealing with the regular issues of running MacMillan Boots. With the upcoming Gala, he knew a lot of the little details were being taken care of by Miss Menendez. Strike that, Dulcy. He just couldn’t think of her as anything else. He’d seen her breasts. Heck, he’d spent most of his weekend nights dreaming of her. When he’d first taken the job, he’ d had a hard time ignoring his baser instincts. The ones that told him to shackle her to his bed and f*ck her until she couldn’t walk. And it was getting worse. During his shower that morning, Ethan had fantasized about Dulcy joining him. Just imagining her breasts with water running down them, dripping off those wonderful nipples as she kneeled in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth...
Good God! He was doing it again! He had to get that woman out of his mind.
A sharp little knock at the door sounded and she entered. Most of the day, she’d avoided eye contact.
“Mr. MacMillan, they faxed over the itinerary for Saturday night.” She handed him a few sheets of papers. He glanced at them, but really didn’t read them. “You’re lucky Bill is escorting Gerry.”
“Not fun to be around, I take it.”
“Oh, he’s a load of laughs if you like spending time with an octopus. ”
Anger rose fast and hard. “He touched you?”
Her eyes widened behind her glasses and then she chuckled. “Oh, no. Gerry would never be interested in me.”
“And why is that?”
“Umm, I’m not sure. I just know he wouldn’t leave Janice in accounting alone. Well, until her body builder hubby showed up. Gerry was a choir boy after that.”
“Oh.” It was the only thing he could think of to say. Really, he couldn’t think of anything else. She was finally making eye contact and he’d lost his train of thought. Her eyes were no longer muddy brown but gold, almost topaz really.
“Mr. MacMillan?” Her brow furrowed in concern and then he realized what he had been doing. He’d been staring at her like a fourteen-year-old with a crush on his Sunday school teacher.
A very hot Sunday school teacher.
He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, trying to ease the ache in his balls. “Yes, well if that’s all, I have some calls to make.” His voice was rougher then he intended.
“Sure thing, Mr. MacMillan.”
She turned to leave and he couldn’t help watching the feminine sway of her rounded hips. That suit hugged her hips and bottom, accentuating her attributes. When she finally closed the door behind her, he cursed. Desire throbbed through him, unquenched and unrelenting. He leaned his head on the back of his chair and took a deep breath. If he didn’t find the embezzler soon, he’d have to find himself a woman. The problem was, the woman he wanted was his prime suspect. The phone rang, breaking his morbid thoughts.