Scandal In The Boardroom. Yvonne Lindsay

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СКАЧАТЬ stared at her a moment before a pseudo-charming smile tightened his loose lips. “That’s nice.”

      Her tension mounted as he closed the gap between them. She told herself he wouldn’t attempt anything in a room full of people, but she’d seen enough drunks to know they were unpredictable.

      “You’re really pretty,” he said, only slurring the words a little. His slight adjustment to his tie and straightening of his shoulders reinforced his attempt at being suave. It wasn’t working for her.

      “Thank you.” She moved back a few steps before forcing herself to stop. Stand your ground.

      “I think such beauty deserves a kiss.” As the man advanced, Ziara held up her hands to maintain distance between them. Her water bottle dropped to the floor.

      “Stop right there,” she said, remembered panic adding force to her words. “I’m not interested, so you can just back away.”

      He paused. “What do you mean, not interested? I bet you’re just saying that. Women who look like you are always interested.”

      His assumption punctured her normally impenetrable armor. Her arms wavered long enough for him to slip through. Grabbing her, he dragged her body closer. “I’ll just have a taste of the goods for sale.”

      If his earlier words were a pinprick, these were a knife to the heart. The pain that lanced through her provided the strength to slam her foot down on his toes as he leaned forward to touch his lips to hers. Then she shoved him back, straight into Patrick’s chest.

      Sloan’s friend surveyed the situation with wide eyes behind his designer wire-rimmed glasses. Sliding an arm around the man’s shoulders, he said, “Come on, Michael. Let’s get you into a taxi before my friend here decides to find the nearest meat grinder.”

      As Patrick led the drunk away, Sloan moved close to study her but kept his hands to himself. Her contrary body protested, aching for his touch.

      “Are you okay?” he asked, his face tight.

      “I’m fine,” she said, struggling to control the sudden shake in her voice. She reached down for her water bottle. “No big deal.”

      He leaned forward until his eyes were level with hers. “Really? Because I don’t think that guy’s foot would agree with you.”

      A glance in that direction showed Patrick and the drunk had disappeared. “I’m sorry I made a scene at Patrick’s party. I’ll certainly apologize and smooth things over when he returns.”

      Sloan clasped her wrist, using it to guide her to a secluded corner. “I don’t give a damn about any scene. That guy’s lucky I didn’t coldcock him. I’m kind of jealous that you handled it without me.”

      Though his mouth remained serious, his eyes smiled into hers. She was never so glad to see the crinkles along the sides.

      “Well, a woman has to do what a woman has to do. This is the twenty-first century, you know.”

      “Does that mean I can’t lead while we dance?” They shared a smile, then he bent close to her ear, his breath ruffling her hair. “I have the odd compulsion to throw a blanket over you. But I doubt you need me for protection.”

      She shivered, afraid of her sudden yearning for connection. Her body felt as if it was attached to an electric pulse. She’d never had this reaction to the few lovers she’d previously accepted, men she’d chosen very carefully for their safe auras. The two who’d made it to the sexual stage hadn’t been worth a repeat performance.

      She had an inkling being with Sloan would be the performance of her life.

      “Let’s dance,” he said in a husky whisper.

      She stiffened, trying to pull back as he led her through the crowded rooms to the patio. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sloan. I’ve never danced before.”

      He paused. “Never?”

      She shook her head.

      “Not on a date?”

      “No.”

      “Not even at a school dance?”

      She shook her head again, not about to tell him she’d gone extra lengths to stay away from the guys around her school. Her mother’s reputation wasn’t a secret in her small hometown. Ziara had been harassed on more than one occasion by boys and girls alike—boys who expected something from her, girls who judged her for the same reason.

      Sloan’s trademark sexy grin slid into place, softening his face and sparking in those intent eyes. “Then I’ll be the first.”

      They stepped onto the back patio, an oasis in the desert. Framed by potted and hanging plants, the stone mosaic floor created texture and color. Soft lighting from outdoor torches combined with the stars overhead, giving the feel of vast open space despite the others dancing and talking around them.

      As a slow song floated on the air, Sloan chuckled. “Great. This will be an easy start.”

      With trepidation, Ziara let him pull her into his arms. Her fears—of giving in, of him seeing how she reacted and completely humiliating herself—kept her stiff. But when he settled her chest against his, their bodies in complete alignment, her muscles relaxed without her permission.

      Her body openly rejoiced in Sloan’s nearness, letting the earlier encounter fade from memory. The nervous shivers radiating from deep inside were chased away by his proximity—heat, height and a touch of humor.

      She instinctively moved in time with him. He didn’t lead her into anything fancy, but he didn’t just shuffle his feet, either. Other than holding her firm and close, he didn’t make any other move to touch her. He didn’t have to. She responded fluidly to every brush, every breath. And she didn’t have to wonder if she was the only one feeling this, because the hardness of his body made it very clear he was along for the ride.

      As one song blended into the next, Sloan pulled back enough to see her face illuminated in the soft glow of the torches. “Better now?” he asked.

      “Of course,” she said, hoping to brush aside any further references to the earlier upset.

      “Those smooth moves made it look like you have experience defending yourself.”

      He’d never know how much. Instead, she shrugged. “Self-defense course at the Y.”

      He nodded but continued to watch her. At least she thought he did. Looking down, his face hovered over her in shadow, leaving her guessing. It should have been a relief to not see that intense purpose in his eyes, but instead the mysterious darkness both drew and scared her.

      She knew just the way to redirect her thoughts.

      “I’m starting to see what you mean. You talk a good game about company direction and expanding on buyers’ demands, but...thank you for showing me.”

      His mouth opened as if he would speak, but then he brushed a soft kiss against her temple. “You’re welcome.”

      As the song shifted into СКАЧАТЬ