Runaway Vegas Bride / Vegas Two-Step. Liz Talley

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      “Can you be quiet?” she asked him. “Really quiet?”

      He jerked back, just enough to stare down at her, as if he couldn’t believe she had just said that. “No, but I can throw you over my shoulder and haul you out of here. I live right down the street. We can be in my bed in ten minutes flat.”

      She got a little scared then.

      He laughed. “Didn’t think so.”

       Oh, she’d ruined it! “I’m sorry.”

      “I’m not. I don’t think you’re quite ready for this, Jane. And I can wait.”

      “Really?”

      “Well, I don’t want to, but I’m capable of it. I’m actually looking forward to talking you into it.”

      “Talking?” she asked, not feeling so bad after all.

      He grinned. “Whatever it takes.”

      He nearly had her blouse off by the time Lucy got back, because Jane did feel safe, she was truly enjoying herself and they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other and honestly, why should they?

      Lucy just waltzed right in, saying, “I got antibiotic cream and. Oh, sorry. I—”

      Jane gave a little yelp, face flaming. She really had forgotten, there at the end, exactly where they were.

      “It’s okay, Lucy,” Wyatt said, sitting up and keeping his broad back to her.

      Jane couldn’t see her, and she figured that meant Lucy couldn’t see Jane as she buttoned up her blouse, wondering just how many times Lucy had walked in on a scene like this between her boss and some woman.

      No, she wasn’t going to think like that. She would just think about Wyatt and that wonderful mouth of his, those talented hands, the way he smelled, the wicked things he made her want to do.

      “I’ll just leave this stuff right here and leave you two alone,” Lucy said, then whispered to Wyatt. “You know, your door has a lock on it.”

      “Sorry, Luce.”

      But he didn’t look sorry. He looked like a man who was very happy with himself. Of course, why wouldn’t he be?

      “I bet you get every woman you want,” Jane said, not upset, not mad, just…marveling that she could ever actually think about getting involved with a man like him. Even if it was nothing but sex. Great sex.

      Surely a woman was allowed to have one highly satisfying, purely sexual relationship in her life. She’d decided Wyatt would be hers.

      “You really want to talk about me and other women, Jane?”

      “No, actually, I don’t.”

      He nodded. “Good. I’d rather talk about you and me. Have dinner with me tomorrow night. I’ve been dying to see you in something other than one of those little power suits.”

      “You don’t like my suits?”

      “I do. I think they’re adorable, which I know isn’t the image you’re going for. But I can’t help it. You’re just so cute.”

      “You’re sounding less desirable to me with every word that comes out of your mouth,” she warned.

      “Because I like the way you dress?”

      “Because I am not cute. Kittens are cute. Puppies are cute. Little girls are cute—”

      “So I guess you wouldn’t consider dressing up as a Catholic schoolgirl for me? Or maybe in a cheerleader outfit?”

      Her mouth fell open, and she was just about to get really mad when he burst out laughing at her.

      “You rat!”

      “I like grown women, Jane. I have no doubt that you are one. And now that I think about it, wear one of your little suits. I always see you that way in my head, anyway. I think they’re really sexy.”

      “Well, in that case, I wouldn’t dream of dressing in any way other than to please you, the man.”

      “Hey, it was a compliment.”

      She’d gotten her blouse buttoned up and tucked back into her skirt. “I have to go. I have to get some work done, especially if I’m not working late tomorrow night, because I’m having dinner with you.”

      He handed her the bag of first-aid supplies Lucy had brought back from the store and said, “You’re really not going to let me play doctor?”

      “I don’t think that would be wise,” she said, heading for the door, not quite able to believe what she’d already done today with him or what he might expect after the obligatory dinner date tomorrow night.

      He watched her go, stopping her just as she reached for the door handle, his body wrapping itself around hers, trapping her between him and the door.

      “Maybe one of those suits without any underwear? What do you say, Jane?”

      “That you’re crazy.”

      He dropped a little kiss on her cheek and then backed up and let her go.

      Lainie stared at Jane when she walked into the office an uncharacteristic hour and fifteen minutes later than expected.

      “What?” Jane asked. “Was I humming?”

      Or grinning like a woman who’d nearly had sex with Wyatt in his office, or one who was contemplating all the sinful behavior she might partake with him the very next evening?

      “Did you get mugged?” Lainie asked.

      “Oh!” Jane touched the scratches on her face and grinned. “I forgot. I hid in a bush.”

      Lainie looked skeptical. “Why?”

      “Because there was no other place to hide,” Jane explained.

      “Does this have something to do with that man? The amazingly reasonable one?”

      “Oh, I don’t think he’s all that reasonable, really. He’s actually.”

      Outrageous. Wicked. Gorgeous. Jane sighed happily, then remembered where she was. “I can’t talk about him now. I’m so far behind, and I need to get out of here early tomorrow. I have a date.”

      “A date? With him?”

      Jane nodded.

      “Has he…done something to you?” Lainie prodded, looking worried.

      “Done something?”

      “Drugged you, maybe? You’re really not acting like yourself, Jane. You haven’t been since you met him. And there are all sorts of things men can put into drinks СКАЧАТЬ