Seduced By The Boss. Natalie Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ her confidence blossoming despite his obviously conflicted feelings. At least it meant he had feelings. ‘Let’s get one other thing straight, Lorenzo. If we do this again, and I mean if, then it’s for more than one night.’

      He swallowed.

      ‘We’re not done until it’s finished,’ she told him quietly. She was not having another couple of days like this. She’d work him right out of her system. She’d had a taste of danger and she wanted to take it all until there was no danger left.

      ‘But it will finish.’

      ‘Sure.’ She nodded. It was serious physical chemistry, that was all. She’d get her stuff done for the exhibition and be able to walk away. A week or so would be enough to neutralise it. ‘Deal?’

      He nodded. ‘Come upstairs with me now.’ His hands were seeking already, sliding beneath the hem of her clothing, hunting for bare skin.

      ‘I thought you didn’t want to have sex here?’ What about gossip onsite? Hell if any of them came looking for either of them now they’d be in trouble.

      ‘I’ve changed my mind.’

      As his hot gaze drank her in she could read his thoughts and she struggled to stay calm.

      She put her palm on his flushed cheek. ‘What about Kat? And Jemma and the others?’

      He closed his eyes. ‘Sophy.’ He sounded so tormented.

      She reached up. ‘I want you.’ She kissed him. His arms tightened and he didn’t let her free of the kiss. But his tension eased, his hands stroking with care now. So that had been what he needed. How surprising—so the neediness wasn’t all her? She could feel his heart pounding against her. Maybe they could go upstairs—sneak up there now just quickly.

      Her phone rang. And rang and rang.

      Sophy broke the kiss. ‘I have to get that,’ she muttered.

      He looked at her, bitterness flashing on his face. ‘Of course you do.’

      She scrabbled in her bag to find the phone at the bottom, smoothed her hair behind her ears, quickly inhaled to cover her breathlessness and put a smile on her face so her greeting would sound friendly. ‘Sophy speaking.’

      He watched her, his face as readable as a stone. She flashed a wider smile at him.

      ‘Hi, Ted, what’s up?’ She swung away as she listened. ‘And you need me to pick it up? Sure. No problem. Give me the address.’ She dug back into the bag for a pen—no point asking her brother to text the details; he would say he didn’t have the time. Sophy repeated the address back to him, glanced up in time to see Lorenzo walking out of the room. Two minutes later the call was dealt with. Sophy stared at the door, wondering why he’d gone.

      She went back into her office—found Kat had left Jemma figuring out stuff on her own.

      ‘It’s great you’re here.’ Sophy smiled, meaning it this time.

      But Jemma’s attention wasn’t on her. She was looking out of the window.

       Thud, thud, thud.

      Sophy didn’t need to look to know what it was but she did anyway. He was back out there already bouncing his damn ball. Well, she wasn’t going to go running after him, not this time. She looked across and frowned at the fence. It was covered in even more graffiti now.

      She didn’t see him the rest of the day, didn’t expect to see him until the next. But when her doorbell rang she wasn’t surprised.

      ‘Have you eaten?’ she asked as she opened it to let him in.

      He was leaning against the door jamb. Dressed entirely in dark clothes—black trousers, a charcoal V-neck tee. ‘That’s not why I’m here.’

      She deliberately leaned against the opposite side of the door frame. ‘No? Then why are you here?’

      ‘Don’t play games.’ His glare blistered. So he was still brooding.

      ‘You’d better come in.’

      He crossed the threshold into the hall, stopped as he saw the black-clad sylph standing at the other end of the hall.

      ‘Lorenzo, you met Rosanna the other night. Rosanna, this is Lorenzo, my boss.’

      His frown super-sized up.

      Rosanna moved swiftly down the hall, her case rolling behind her. ‘I’m off, darling. Back in a few days. Be good.’ She grinned wickedly.

      ‘You too,’ Sophy tried to coo, but it was a squeak.

      She heard Rosanna’s chuckle.

      Lorenzo was still frowning long after the door had closed behind Rosanna.

      ‘She’s very discreet,’ Sophy said to reassure him. ‘She won’t say anything.’

      He jerked his head to the side. ‘I’m not your boss.’

      Oh, was that the problem? She smiled. ‘Yes you are.’

      ‘Not really.’

      She knew what he meant and this was different from the usual office affair. In truth she was doing him a favour working for Whistle. The balance of power wasn’t so weighted towards him—at least not in respect of that. Sophy wanted to smooth it even more. ‘Tell you what, why don’t you let me be the boss in the bedroom—that’ll even us out.’

      ‘Never.’ The fire in his eyes burned from ice-cold to hot.

      ‘But it’s my bedroom.’

      He shook his head, chasing off the last of the threatening storm clouds.

      ‘You just see if you can stay in charge, then. Boss.’ She threw down the challenge. Knew she didn’t have a hope in winning at all—but shrieked with laughter as she turned and ran as fast as she could to her room.

      He caught her before she got there and went completely caveman. And she was quite happy to be his woman of the moment.

      The days couldn’t pass fast enough. He was on her doorstep before she even got home some nights. But he didn’t suggest she ride home with him and nor did she offer to take him. The boundaries might be invisible but they were there.

      But as the evenings lengthened and their physical need was temporarily tamed she turned and talked to him. About nothing. About everything. But never about anything personal. She didn’t want to talk about her family, sensed he never would talk about his. But one night she got some courage and steered the conversation slightly towards him. ‘Why the Whistle Fund?’

      He lifted his head off the pillow. ‘Why at all?’

      ‘No, why the name?’

      ‘Because that’s what you do when you need help. You whistle.’ He pursed his lips and gave a short whistle.

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