A Calculated Seduction(16)



“He’s a little busy at the moment. Gerry, I told you that. I don’t care. There is no reason to bother Mr. MacMillan about something so silly.” Her voice rose and took on a schoolmarm tone. “I told you I took care of it. Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll be happy. Okay. Bye.”

When he turned around, she had already buttoned her jacket and straightened her glasses. A tinge of red still colored her cheeks, but she looked him in the eye.

“Problems?” he asked. His voice still held a hint of arousal and was rougher than usual.

She shrugged and gathered up her things. “Just Gerry being Gerry. He called about the limo.”

“He hasn’t been calling a lot, has he?”

Dulcy turned around and looked at him, wondering how he could carry on a normal conversation. Her heart was still beating a million miles a minute and her breasts were heavy and tight. Her body vibrated with arousal. She shifted her legs, trying to ease the ache in her sex. Every thought in her mind centered on ripping off his shirt and running her hands over his chest. Other than the bulge in his pants, he showed no discomfort.

“No. The problem is he always wants to talk to you. There’s no reason, but Gerry thinks he deserves your undivided attention.” She pushed her glasses back up her nose. “If that’s all?”

Irritation clouded his eyes. “No, that is not all, Miss Menendez.” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “I think we should discuss what just went on.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the front of her desk. The same desk she almost had sex on.

Holey moley! She’d almost had sex on her desk. With Ethan MacMillan. There was no way she could sit there tomorrow and not think about that.

“It was just a kiss.” Her voice sounded uncertain, even to her.

“That was not just a kiss.”

She sniffed. “Well, what would you call it?”

He stood, then shifted from one foot to the other. “I’d call it one of the most erotic occurrences in my life.”

She snorted.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked.

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, maybe,” he said as he stalked closer. Wickedness darkened his eyes, a wolfish grin curved his delicious mouth. “Maybe we need to test that theory with another kiss.”





Chapter Five



“What?” Dulcy screamed as she inched closer to the door. From the look on her face and the tone of her voice, Ethan was mildly irritated. You’ d think he’ d asked her for her firstborn.

The image of Dulcy rounded with child, his child, flashed through his mind before he could stop it. Oddly enough, his cock twitched again. He shook his head to clear the image, but the affects of it still lingered.

“Dulcy—”

“No, Mr. MacMillan. We need to pretend this never happened. ”

“Pretend it never happened?” He didn’t mean to shout it, but that one thought

“Yes. It was just...just...”

He continued to pursue her as she moved closer to the door and he realized he must resemble a leopard stalking his prey. Stopping, he decided to reason with her.

“Dulcy.”

“Miss Menendez,” she said, but at least she’d stopped trying to get out of the office.

He ground his teeth. “Miss Menendez, there is no reason to think that this—”

“This is not going to happen again, Mr. MacMillan.” From the militant look on her upturned face, she actually believed that load of crap. “I cannot have things like that going on where I work.”

He nodded, not knowing what else to say. He wasn’t agreeing, just trying to calm her nerves. There was no way he would ever agree not to touch her, not to kiss her again.

“Now, I’m going home and tomorrow morning, we pretend like nothing happened.”

Fat chance.

“Is that understood?”

He nodded again, knowing he was lying even if he didn’t say a word. Acting as if he’d never touched her skin, tasted her passion...impossible. Relief softened her features and she smiled. He fought the urge to kiss her again.

“Good. I’m going now.”

She slipped out the door without another word.

There was no way he would be able to forget what happened.

The sooner he cleared her of the embezzling and nailed the jackass she was helping, he’d teach Miss Menendez exactly why there would be no forgetting this incident. As he walked back to his office, he took a deep breath and the peachy scent of her filled his senses.

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