Page 16 of Guarding the Billionaire

I had a flash of what I needed as I remembered that orgasm I had last night. Even though Teresa hadn’t given even the slightest indication that she liked me – if anything, she seemed to dislike me – I had the strangest feeling that she was as attracted to me as I was to her. If so, maybe we could let off some steam while we were stuck together for however long it took to get to the bottom of these death threats.

Not that I could worry about that right now. I had a packed schedule to deal with.

Four and a half hours and five meetings later Teresa leaned over my desk and fixed me with a hard stare.

“You haven’t eaten all day.”

“Uh huh,” I said distractedly, focused on an advertising layout that was spread across my desk.

“It’s after one o’clock. What do you usually do for lunch?”

“I have yogurt in the mini fridge,” I said, gesturing at the small appliance slotted into a built in cabinet that also housed an espresso machine and an electric tea kettle.

She marched across the room and barked for Amy to come in. My assistant scurried in, sending Teresa a nervous look.

“You need to go get lunch.”

“No you don’t,” I contradicted. “I can have a yogurt.”

“I don’t mind, Miss Meyer,” Amy said timidly. “I can get you a sandwich from that deli up the street that you like. Turkey, right?”

“You know what Amy, that would be very nice if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” she said, sending another nervous look towards Teresa.

“Bring a second one for Teresa please,” I said. “And get something for yourself too if you haven’t eaten. You can charge it to your company card, just save the receipt.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Once the door closed behind Amy I stood up, leaning my hands on the desk and fixing Teresa with a glare.

“You don’t get to treat my staff like that,” I said firmly. “And for the record, I’m her boss, not you. Yours too.”

Teresa ambled closer, somehow reminding me of a lion hunting a gazelle. Her blue eyes darked and I saw the tips of her fangs poking from beneath her lower lip.

“Did anyone every tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re acting bossy?” she drawled.

I sputtered in shock.

“Excuse me?”

Teresa moved forward, her hands coming to my shoulders and pulling me forward until our faces met in the middle, the desk still between us. Then she kissed me.

The touch of her mouth on mine immediately drained the anger out of me. Her lips were soft and a bit cold. She pressed a little more firmly and when I sighed, her tongue swooped in, exploring my mouth. Everything inside me seemed to burst into flames. Teresa lifted one hand to cup the back of my head, holding me in place while she dominated my mouth.

I moaned, trying to move closer but stymied by the desk. I don’t know how long the kiss lasted -- it both seemed to last forever and seemed to be over much faster than I wanted – but by the time we pulled apart I was breathing heavily, and my heart was thundering in my chest.

Teresa and I just stared at each other for a long moment before she took a big step back.

“Damn it, my vamp is right.”

“Huh?” I was in no condition to be eloquent right now.

“Nothing,” she muttered. “I’ve got to use the bathroom. If something happens, scream.”

As soon as the door closed behind her, I fell into my chair, eyes closed and fingers pressed against my lips. Holy crap. I knew I was attracted to Teresa, but what had just happened felt different. It felt… life altering. I should know, I’d had a lot of life altering experiences over the past year.

By the time Teresa returned from the restroom Amy was back with our sandwiches. My bodyguard retreated to the conference room table where she’d set up shop this morning, using it as her work area when she wasn’t accompanying me to a meeting in one of the conference rooms.

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