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.She struggled to wrap her mind around the fact that Toraos Stephanos was jealous,which meant he must be interested in her.Wait, did it mean he was interested, orjust being an overly possessive boss who was afraid of losing his underpaid, overlyfervent assistant?He stumbled and fell against her.Whether on purpose or accident, the hand on herwaist made a bold move upward to her breast. Whoa there. Her reaction was swift but futile.The man was strong and his hand determined.A zing of desire shot through her when his fingers found her nipple through her jacket. We uhhh. His thumb pressed against her, drawing her to a tight peak.What had shebeen going to say? With Herculean effort, she pushed his hand down to rest at herwaist.He stumbled again. Are you drunk?He mumbled something she couldn t understand into her hair.Of course he was drunk.He'd just fondled his assistant.To prevent him from falling, she wrapped her armaround his hips.If she could get him into his private elevator and upstairs, he shouldbe okay. We re almost there. Your hair smells good. He nuzzled her ear and sniffed. Like rain and sunshine. Well, I did just switch shampoos.This night had shot from a four to a seven on her bizarre meter.He was so close andfelt entirely too good pressed against her.She tilted her head away from him, trying to dislodge his face from her hair, buthe stuck to her like Velcro.As they stopped in front of the elevator, she had tolean into him in order to press the button, which brought them face-to-face.Eyes the color of toffee peered back at her.Oh man, he was so gorgeous he scatteredher thoughts.Her finger flailed against the cool metal plate until she found the 'up' button.Shepunched the up arrow but didn t lower her hand because he stroked her arm.She shouldprotest but that would require coherent thought and the ability to form sentences.His fingers slid from her wrist, along her forearm, and under her elbow, sending tinglesrippling across her shoulders.Her breath hitched as her arm hovered in the air, afraidif she moved he d stop touching her.His gaze caressed her face and heat blossomedup her neck.Was he going to kiss her? He looked like he was going to kiss her.Heshouldn t kiss her.Please God, let him kiss me.Her conscience shouted,  He s your boss! And he might possibly be liquored up! fromsomewhere in the back of her mind.Screw that.Toreas Stephanos was feeling herup finally and she was totally going with it.With a mental kick, she slammed thedoor on her pesky scruples.The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open just as he leaned in.Instead of givingher the much-anticipated kiss, Tor wrapped his hands around her arms and backed her into the confined space.His eyes never left hers and his mouth teased, lingeringan inch from her lips.But he didn t kiss her.Damn him.He crowded her into the elevator until she bumped against the back wall.The sleekhandrail that ran around three sides of the car pressed into her back.The entirelength of his torso lay against her, and she could feel every curve, every dip& andevery bulge of his body.Even she couldn t misread the message.He wanted her.The doors shut, but the elevator didn t move. I don t have the spare keycard. Her voice cracked. Do you have yours? It s in my pocket. A wicked smile spread across his mouth, and he placed a handon either side of her head against the wall. Find it.Nikki swallowed hard. Umm no.He tilted his head, his gaze drilling into hers. Yes.Since the day Tor had interviewed her for the job, she d dreamed about fondling histight rear end, and now she d been handed a grope all you want pass.But she really neededto resist the temptation.She shuddered to think whatthis morning after might look like, fairly certain it would include a pink slip for dateraping her drunk boss. I don t think that s a good idea. I do.This was getting her nowhere.Without his cooperation, she wouldn t be able to gethim to the penthouse.No assistant should have to endure this much temptation.Ifshe got him in bed unmolested she d deserve a raise.Her touch was tentative at first, like finally trying on the thousand-dollar pairof shoes in the store window she d always admired but unsure if they d be as awesomeas she imagined.She needn t have worried.Her hands glided across the firm plains of his backside.Sweet baby Jesus, he wasbuilt.Her fingers itched to squeeze the tight cheeks and pull him against her, butshe only just remembered she was searching for his security card. You don t haveany back pockets. Don t I? He ground his hips against her pelvis, and his voice rumbled against herchest. You d best check the front ones.This was not happening.Her super hot boss who'd never shown an ounce of interestin her before tonight was not urging her to feel up his merchandise in the company elevator.No way.But what ifhe was? What was she going to do about it? She needed to find his key card and gethim to his suite of rooms upstairs, that's what.Clearly he had drunk more than sheremembered, and they'd both be embarrassed in the morning.Her hands slid along his hips and into the front pockets of his pants.She squeezedher eyes shut and leaned forward, bending her elbows in order to wedge her fingersinto the constricted compartments.The small space separating them shrunk.Their lipsbrushed but didn t fully make contact.His topaz gaze caught hers again and wouldn't let go.Silently they both weighed what was about to happen, his fist gripping her blouse and pulling her even closer.She dove deeper, kind of searching for the keycard, but mainly hoping for a gratuitousfeel of his manhood, if she were being honest.The man was pure perfection.Her hand bumped the rigid line of his erection, elicitinga low growl from him, and all thoughts of resisting morphed in an all-consuming needshe couldn't fight any longer.She schooled the impulse to wrap her leg around hiswaist and grind like a teenager at prom.If they were going to do this, and by nowshe'd pretty much decided to hell with her job she wanted this man more than her nextbreath and she didn t want to be interrupted.With a mental shake, she swept her handsalong the inside of his pockets. There s no key in your front pockets either, she whispered against his mouth.He leaned back a fraction, removing his creeping hand from her ribs, and extractedthe card from the breast pocket of his jacket. Oh, here it is.Her gaze narrowed. You knew it was there all the time.Without denying her accusation, he twisted to swipe the card along the security padand pressed P.The only time she d ever been to his penthouse was to drop off drycleaning or files that needed to be signed.The visits had been brief, and she d alwaysbeen alone.Not this time.The elevator hummed and eased upward.He faced her, their eyes locking.This was it,the moment she d been dreaming about since the day she d met Toraos Stephanos.The million reasons why she shouldn t make out with her boss now the furthest thought from her mind.Screw it all [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]