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Rising to my feet, I led the way to the door. I was hyperaware of Cross walking beside me. The way he moved, with animal grace and arrogant economy, was a major turn-on. Cross stayed with me all the way to the bank of elevators. He said a few things to Mark about sports, I think, but I was too focused on the way I was reacting to him to care about the small talk.
I inhaled sharply. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. He reached out to steady me, but I held him at bay with an uplifted hand. Dear God. The ding that signaled the approaching elevator made me jump, I was strung so tight. Never been so scorchingly attracted to another human being. I stepped into the elevator and faced him. He smiled. Should I make dinner reservations for you and Steven? Pure Food and Wine at seven, if they can squeeze us in. If not, surprise us.
I skirted the four of them as quietly as possible and slid into my cubicle. I called Pure Food and Wine and begged for a table for two.
Have fun! Asking for your boss in particular? Gideon Cross owns it. My eyes closed. Gideon Cross. I thought the name suited him. It was as sexy and elegantly masculine as the man himself. Probably dozens of people to handle it.
I really like it. I really like Mark. Travis says about calculated risks? When your shrink tells you to take some, you should take some. You can deal with it. You and Cross are both adults.
Think of the stamina. I hate feeling like a vagina with legs. But there has to be a better way to tell a woman you want to take her to bed. Let him lust after you until he has blue balls. Serves him right. Cary could always do that. The converted warehouse Parker Smith used as his studio was a brick-faced building in a formerly industrial area of Brooklyn presently struggling to revitalize.
Cary and I sat in aluminum bleachers, watching a half dozen combatants on the mats below. Even with padding, that had to sting. Krav Maga is brutal. He always does. He was a good instructor. Patient and thorough, and he explained things in an easy-to-understand way. His studio was in a rough neighborhood, but I thought it suited what he was teaching. The good ones always get snatched up quick. Mark walked me through the process of collecting information for an RFP, and he told me a little more about Cross Industries and Gideon Cross, pointing out that he and Cross were the same age.
It was just such a rush being near him. Plus he was a hell of a lot of fun to look at. I had nothing nearly as exciting planned for the weekend.
Excusing myself, I rushed over to catch it. How are you? Stanton always sounded like old money to me—cultured, entitled, and arrogant. Is everything okay? Is Mom all right? Your mother is wonderful, as always. I was grateful to him for a lot of things, actually, but it was sometimes hard to balance that against my feelings of disloyalty.
Excuse me a moment. I look forward to seeing you. Then he slid behind the wheel and drove me downtown. Stanton came in shortly after my arrival, looking dapper and distinguished.
His hair was pure white, his face lined but still very handsome. His eyes were the color of worn blue denim, and they were sharp with intelligence. I stood as he approached, and he bent to kiss my cheek. But my gray eyes came from my dad. Men like Gideon Cross.
I picked up my fork and started in on a chicken, cranberry, walnut, and feta salad. It was delicious, and I was hungry. It took some time to calm her down and to assure her that I could make arrangements for you to pursue your interests in a safe manner. The casualness of his reply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill.
My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it. It had nothing to do with saving me money. But it also gives her peace of mind. To spy on her grown daughter? Is she still seeing Dr. He coddled her. Indulged her. Spoiled her. And allowed her obsession with my safety to run wild. She feels guilty for not protecting you. We need to give her a little latitude. How could my mom invade my privacy like that?
Why would she? She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her. This will be much more convenient for you. I make my own decisions.
And you. You need to eat.
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Clancy drove me back up to midtown, while I stewed in the backseat. She was so emotional and fragile, and she loved me to the point of being crazy about it. As Clancy pulled away from the curb, I stood on the crowded sidewalk and looked up and down the busy street for either a drugstore where I could get some chocolate or a cellular store where I could pick up a new phone.
I needed work to distract me from my crazy-ass family. I appreciated the added time the stop gave me to enjoy the comfort of dark chocolate and caramel melting over my tongue. The doors slid apart and revealed Gideon Cross talking with two other gentlemen. When was I going to become immune? He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me. Just my crappy luck. Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him.
They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Cross, and then back again. I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up.
The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion. After dealing with Stanton, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around.
Cross caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze. Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel. Seeing him from behind was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. I wanted him to be as pissy as I was.
His shirt and tie were both the same rich cerulean as his irises. I expect most women are. His ease and unconcern aggravated me further. Glad we got that cleared up.
I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth, then lifted to his own.
But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened. He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride. The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently. Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me, her eyes wide, as we passed at a brisk pace. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack.
He was even yummier in just the vest. How strong his shoulders were. He gestured toward a black leather sofa. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business.
Now, sit down. He dropped me on my butt, then sat next to me. He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. So what do you want—exactly?
Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced? And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Still, the dismay won out. Why even call it a fuck? My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree. His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human. Flesh and blood. I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach.
Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least. You want me to blur that line. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him. Everything outside that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. God, he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him. I wanted him.
But he was no good for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back. I had almost no room to breathe. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own.
He pushed away from the door. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking. He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down.
Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Someone was behind him. I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like.
And I was late getting back to work. Leave me alone. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. We reached the door at the same time, and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me. He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him.
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I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I jerked my chin away.
I want you so badly it hurts. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from him.
And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine. Cross stood with me. I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross.
I heard him speak behind me. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away. He stood calmly and hit the call button. Tell me when, then. I shivered. Take a couple days to think. I had a late lunch with Mr. I just barely got back myself. My kickass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago. But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly long lunch, I considered it penance and answered.
It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart. Thank you. Petersen say about you tracing my phone? Petersen knows I worry about you.
Is your boss treating you well? The good ones always are. I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. And I know Cary will love it. My mother was rarely distracted for long. I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch. Still taste you. Nothing is coming to mind. But I do have some friendly advice. Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god.
Fuck her until neither of you can walk. Dark and Dangerous for sure.
In the interim, tell me what you do like. I have a date with my vibrator. Plus, I was having fun with him. What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B. Good night, Gideon. Grudgingly, I thought of Gideon Cross, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine.
He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point. I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle. Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured. Classes will resume a week from Monday. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could buy.
Your driver has the schedule. See you then. Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night? Spill it, Eva. You looked stressed.
How did you two meet? In an old-school way. He seemed great, and he obviously digs you. Is he studying photography? But forget about Trey for a minute. Get it out. Never even crossed my mind. And meet with Dr. Turn it over to her shrink. Do you still love it? Come on, Eva. What happened? I wanted his take on it all. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip.
What are you thinking? Just tell him what you want. What did I want? Aside from the obvious? Boil it down. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that.
Come here often? What are you drinking? Like to dance? Do you work around here? I get it. Hit a bar. His clothes—black jeans and turtleneck—were more upscale, which intrigued me. What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us. I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising.
Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I did.
The line to get in was long, extending down the street and around the corner. We were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. Enjoy your evening. Hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new hunk in my life. Paired with black leather pants and spiked wristlets, it made him look sexy and wild. I tried to think of a way I could help.
Two guys stopped by our table. I glanced at Cary, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive. Nice to meet you. I seriously thought about it.
I watched them all go, my heart racing. My gaze slid over him. I loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though I knew it was only an illusion. He was a hard man in a lot of ways. That he wanted to skip past the getting-to-know-you stage and jump straight into bed? So damn sexy. Is that a general like of the overall package? Or just the clothes? Only the sweater? I looked away.
It was a lot easier talking about masturbation over the phone. Doing it while squirming under that piercing blue stare was mortifying.
I glared at him, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. I own this club, Eva. A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. Two Stoli Elit and cranberries. Can I get you anything else? My nerves tingled. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me.
All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside me abruptly became too much to contain. Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I wrenched away, gasping.
Gideon followed, nuzzling the side of my face, his lips brushing over my ear. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between us so that he faced me directly. Your credit card popped and your drinks were recorded. And Cary Taylor is listed on the rental agreement for your apartment.
No way. My cell phone. My credit card. My fucking apartment.
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Between my mother and Gideon, I felt claustrophobic. I pounded it, draining the tumbler. My stomach churned for a moment, then settled. He took my glass and set it aside, then warmed my chilled hands with his. Yes, it is. My mom stalks me, too, and she sees a shrink. Do you have a shrink? I could hear the blood rushing past my eardrums. Not for what you used it for! That has to violate some kind of privacy law. Is that so fucking hard for people to do nowadays? And he was crazy rich, which made even old, bald, and paunchy guys attractive.
His gaze darted over my face. Because of me? I arranged it. So why do it? Why not wait until Monday lunch? A problem? I knew that was a lot of the appeal for him. Clearly, those were a sticking point with him. You separate it from friendship, work. Okay, here are my thoughts. My job is priority number one and my personal life— as a single woman—is a close second. Have it with me. I shoved his shoulder. As bizarre as this conversation must be for him, Gideon was taking it seriously.
I feel devalued. A sizzling, predatory glimmer sparked in his eyes as I bared my weakness for him. I need an equal exchange in my sexual relationships. Or to have the upper hand. Tell me how to get around it. What was that for? And incite. In self-defense, I tugged my hand back to my lap. All right? General Format: English Number Of Pages: Penguin Books Ltd.
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