Page 28 of Pandora's Pleasure
She glanced at the box in my hand. “What’s inside there is a whole lot more explosive.”
“Did he give this to you?”
“Not exactly.”
“How come you have it?”
“You’re wrong. I’m not his type. But you are.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that assertion, and I still wasn’t sure what was in the box.
She looked at me intently. “Has he ever mentioned Vanguard?”
“No.” I gave a casual shrug to hide my embarrassment.
She gestured towards the box. “That grants permission. Wear that, and—”
“Permission to do what?” The question carried with it the naivety I was trying to hide.
“For him to do anything to you he wants to do.”
My heart rate took off at a thousand beats a second. Finally, I remembered to breathe.
Give it back.
Forget you ever came here.
Her flowery perfume hung heavy around me, stirring memories of that loft…of that secret hour in an oceanside home far from anywhere—my breasts swelling, nipples beading, my entire body thrumming with desire.
Damien’s fingertip causing my clit to throb until the pleasure was blinding.
“Pandora?” Madeline pulled me from my daydreaming.
I set the box down on the desk and slid it back toward her. “I appreciate your time, Dr. Rhodes. Really, I do.”
I hated Damien…hated him for making me miss him like this—my body needy for his touch.
I wasn’t here for me, though.
“I don’t want it.” I gestured to the box.
“Are you sure?” Her sensual curves were a stark reminder that Damien had enjoyed numerous lovers before me—all of them probably just like her. How could I ever compete against women this sophisticated?
You’re his type.
She’d told me that, at least. Trying to read the truth in her eyes, I wondered if there was any honesty in her words.
“I don’t think he’s really capable of true love,” I mused. “I know he felt a great deal for you. What I mean is, he’s—”
“A complicated man.”
I nodded and then said, “I was never here.”
She gave me a smile. “Our conversation will stay between us.”
It was best I never knew what lay inside that box.
Seeing me stare at it, she nudged the box closer to me, offering it one final time.
