Legal Seduction: New for 2018! A hot boss romance book full of sexy seduction. Perfect for fans of Darker!. Lisa Childs

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СКАЧАТЬ But he fully intended to do that now.

      He was going to seduce the office mole. He was going to con the con until she revealed all her secrets and begged to stay with him—in the office and in bed.

      * * *

      It was just a dream. That was all it had been. It couldn’t have actually happened last Friday night. Simon Kramer couldn’t have really hit on her.

      On Bette Monroe.

      He hadn’t kissed her, hadn’t touched her...hadn’t hinted at wanting to do even more to her.

      No. It was just a dream. And convincing herself of that was the only way she’d managed to come in to the office on Monday morning. That and that damn contract she’d signed. She had no doubt that he would enforce it had she decided to not work out her two-week notice.

      The elevator bell dinged as the car reached the top floor. When the doors slid open, she sucked in a deep breath—bracing herself before she stepped out onto the floor for the Street Legal law practice. It was just two weeks. She’d lasted two years working for Simon Kramer, which—by his own admission—was longer than most of his previous assistants had.

      Two weeks was nothing.

      She lifted her chin and forced a smile for the receptionist as she walked past him on her way to her office. Miguel nodded in return. The former gang member looked more like a bouncer than a receptionist, which was appropriate since he often had to act more like a bouncer than a receptionist. His voice was like deep velvet, though, when he answered the phone. “Street Legal, how may I help you?”

      Would he help her if she asked? Not if she needed help with Simon Kramer. Miguel was fiercely loyal to the managing partner of Street Legal. But she wouldn’t need help. Simon wasn’t going to attack her. Even if what had happened Friday night hadn’t been a dream, he hadn’t attacked.

      He had seduced, which was far more dangerous. An attack she could have fought off. Even before moving to New York City six years ago, she had taken self-defense classes. She also carried Mace in her purse. She was prepared for an attack. She was not prepared for Simon Kramer’s charm.

      She couldn’t believe she’d managed to walk away from him Friday night, that she hadn’t been tempted to stay and find out if he was as good as all his ex-lovers had claimed. If he was the best...

      She shivered and shook her head. No. He didn’t tempt her. Not at all.

      Liar, she called herself like he had called her that night.

      The minute she stepped into her office, he turned that charm on her, grinning at her from where he reclined in her chair, his feet up on her desk. That grin stole away the breath she’d drawn. He was so damn good-looking. The grin didn’t just curve his sensual lips and show his perfectly straight white teeth; it made his blue eyes sparkle, highlighting the glint of mischief in them.

      As if she’d looked directly at the sun, she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. But when she opened them again, he was still there. Ignoring her pounding pulse and heart, she narrowed her eyes and focused on him. Sure, his masculine beauty would probably burn her retinas, but she risked it to study him. Despite the grin and the relaxed posture, he had tension in his broad shoulders and the rigid line of his jaw.

      Something was bothering him. She doubted he was that upset about her resignation. Sure, hiring a new assistant would be an inconvenience, but he’d barely noticed let alone appreciated her these past two years.

      His grin widened, and he greeted her with a “Good morning, sunshine.”

      The greeting was more apt for him. With his golden-blond hair and sparkling smile, he was the sun. With her dark hair and eyes, she felt more like a dark cloud, especially after her sleepless nights since Friday. How could she have just dreamed that kiss when she hadn’t slept at all?

      And from the way he was looking at her, his gaze moving like a caress up and down her body, she knew it had happened. He hadn’t just kissed her, though. He’d touched her.

      Even though he hadn’t moved from her chair, she felt his touch again. Felt his fingertips gliding over her skin...

      And another shiver chased down her spine, making her skin tingle.

      His grin widened.

      She glared at him. “Apparently, you’ve already filled my position,” she said. “So it’s not necessary for me to work out my notice.”

      He laughed now, a deep chuckle that affected her nearly as much as his kiss and his touch had. It was so damn sexy. Just like he was.

      She turned on the pointy heel of her pump and headed toward the door of her office. Her space was so much smaller than his, with just a few feet between her desk and the door. But she didn’t make it before a strong hand closed around her arm and jerked her to a halt.

      “You’re not going anywhere,” he told her.

      She tugged, but his fingers were locked around her arm, his grasp too strong for her to break. Even though she wore one of her long-sleeved cardigans, she could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric, and goose bumps of awareness rose on her skin.

      “I am leaving,” she said.

      “Not for two weeks.” Using his hand on her arm, he spun her around as if they were on a dance floor.

      But Bette was not graceful, especially in heels. She stumbled and fell against him. Her breath escaped her lungs in a gasp as her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hips pressed against his, and she felt his reaction to her closeness.

      Instead of being embarrassed or apologetic, he chuckled. “I fully intend to enjoy every minute of these two weeks,” he told her as he pushed his hips more firmly against hers. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy them, too.”

      Heat rushed through her from her nipples, which had tightened against the silk cups of her bra, down to her clit, which pulsed with desire for him. Damn him...

      “If I’d enjoyed working for you, I wouldn’t have given my notice,” she said as she stepped back. She needed space between them. But with his hand on her arm, she could only get inches and couldn’t escape the heat of his body.

      She needed feet. No, she needed miles. Miles between them would be good. Then she might not feel him, might not want him.

      He lifted his free hand toward her face and ran his fingertips along her cheek. “That was because I wasn’t making sure you enjoyed it,” he said. He stepped closer and lowered his head. His lips were just a breath away from hers when he added, “You will enjoy working for me now, Bette. You’ll enjoy it so much that you will never want to stop.”

      With the heat of his breath against her lips, she could smell a trace of mint and coffee and could almost taste him. Not the mint and coffee but him...

      How he’d tasted Friday night. Dark and rich and hot.

      That desire pulsing in her core had Bette leaning toward him. She wanted his lips against hers again. She wanted to make sure that the kiss—his kiss—hadn’t been a dream or, worse yet, just a manifestation of two years of longing. Longing for his kiss, his touch.

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