Page 32 of Taboo

She rolled her eyes.

“Ohhh. I’m liking him more and more,” David said.

“It doesn’t matter. We are just going to work now. You know that Wulf Industries does not like to mix business with pleasure.”

“Your brother married his PA.”

“Still. It’s not a good idea. Could you imagine if the rags found out? They would tear me apart.” He opened his mouth to argue with her, but she shook her head. “No. End of story. Let’s go over that Hamburg job we have coming up.”

She knew that he would bring it up again, but David knew when to push her and when to get to work. With that, they started talking about the hotel they just took over and some of the design ideas she had.

By the time lunch time rolled around, Alek had had enough. And by enough, he meant that he had been in the same room with Jules and had to keep his hands to himself. He knew it made him a creeper, once again, but he slipped into the same empty office room and waited.

As he saw her approach, he opened the door, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her into the office. He looked at her security detail. “We’ll only be a moment.”

The bigger of the two nodded at him. Alek knew he had gained some traction with him since he had texted him that morning and waited until they showed up before he left.

He shut the door and crowded her back up against it. He knew he had things to talk about with her, but right now, he couldn’t think about them. She was wearing a sleeveless blue shirt, tucked into a dark grey pencil skirt that hugged her curves, and blue fuck me shoes that matched her shirt. She’d put her hair up—probably trying to control the curls—but a few of them had already escaped.

“What’s up?”

He blinked and it took a second to get his mind to work.

“Alek?”

He cleared his throat. “We might have a problem.”

Julienne stared at him as if he lost his mind. “What do you mean?”

“We didn’t use any kind of protection last night.”

She blinked. “I’m on the pill, and I just had a check-up.”

He nodded. “I did too.”

“So no worries there.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t know what has gotten into me.”

“Me.”

Her eyes shot open. “Alek don’t talk like that. Not here while we’re at work.”

“Now you’re trying to play the good girl?”

“What do you mean by that? I have a reputation for being the one good sibling out of our family. Well, now Jensen is sober and has been for years, but I never did the kinds of things my brothers did.”

He leaned closer and drew in a breath, his chest expanding and brushing against her breasts. With it came the scent of her, rose water and her own unique scent. Fuck, innocence and sin all rolled up in one woman. That contrast was so damned irresistible to him.

“I’m not talking about antics that land you on the front page of the tabloids. I’m talking the two nights we shared. You remember those, don’t you?” She shivered. That was enough to tell him she did remember. He glanced down and saw her nipples hard against the silk fabric of her blouse. “You might play the good girl during the day, but at night you are definitely a very, very bad girl.”

“I have meetings this morning, and I really don’t like making people wait.”

He ignored her comments. Not because he didn’t respect her, but he heard the arousal shimmering in her voice. It spoke to him on a level that he truly didn’t understand.

“You can pretend to be that good girl, but I know the truth. When I have you beneath me and screaming my name, I’ll be able to prove my point.”

She turned to face him, and he saw it then. The shimmering heat in her eyes, but something else, something that tugged at his heart. She was ashamed of that. Ashamed of what made her feel good, and that was something he had to help her with.

“I am not a girl. I’m a woman.”

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