Page 150 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

I blinked slowly and affected an outraged demeanour. He saw through it and shook his head at my act.

“I love that picture,” I murmured, pointing to the photo of us together. It had been taken on the night of his parents’ anniversary party, but wasn’t one that we had posed for. The photographer had obviously snapped us unawares. In the picture Matt’s arms formed a protective circle around me as I peered up at him, an almost naughty expression on my face while he looked down at me with that killer smile of his on show. It was a great picture.

“Do you remember what were we talking about?” I asked then shrieked as Matt abruptly raised us into a standing position in front his desk.

“Enough reminiscing, poppet,” His voice was husky as he started gathering up the folds of my long skirt. “We’re on a tight schedule here.”

Fifteen minutes later we walked out his office. My legs were still trembling, one of my ponytails was jacked up, and my damp panties were being held hostage in his trouser pocket.

“I’ll be home late tonight,” Matt murmured, hand gripping my waist tightly as we walked past Rachel’s desk.

I gave her a small wave, not quite sure if the glint in her eyes wascaused by her overhearing my unladylike noises coming from Matt’s office five minutes earlier.

“Shall I wait up?” I turned my face into his shoulder, inhaling deeply as we approached the doors leading on to the hallway.

“No,” Matt opened the doors, saw the hallway was empty and pressed me against the wall. “I love you,” He slanted his lips over mine, drinking in my moans as I clung to him.

“I think,” I began then groaned when he licked that sensitive spot behind my ear. “We should do this more often.”

Matt kissed my neck, one of his hands copped a feel of boob before it slid around to squeeze my ass.

“Mmm, I love the way you think.” His voice was still rough with passion and reluctantly he stepped back. “Come on, I’ll accompany you to your car.”

I fixed my pony-tail, adjusted my bag on one shoulder and slipped my hand in his. “Make sure and eat. There’s plenty of food in the basket.”

He raised my hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. God. I fucking loved this man. The not-so-subtle silent reproach he’d subjected me to these past weeks was gone. I remained in the dark as to what caused this change, but I refused to question it. Ignorance was bliss in this situation. I wasn’t a fool though, there was something preying on his mind; but I figured he’d tell me when he was ready. The talk he’d said we would have after the final day of Ascot didn’t come to pass, instead Matt had once again resumed showering affection on me, and I basked in his devotion like a flower in the sun’s brilliant rays. No, I wasn’t going to question the change in him; I was just so damned happy to have my knight back.

Walking hand in hand through the outer offices, the curious looks I expected failed to materialize. Matt cast a clinical glance over the staff, they appeared to be going about their business. He nodded to himself and escorted me to the elevator where I was the recipient of another make out session.

“Can I have my panties back?” The question I posed drew an incorrigible smile to his lips.

“Can?” he drawled while rubbing my back.

“MayI please have my panties back, Matt?”

“No, poppet.” His expression morphed into a professional mask as the doors slid open on one of the floors and three men came in.

“Matt,” The grey-haired man who should wear a bigger suit, that stomach of his was making a push for freedom, flashed a wide smile at my husband. “Is your father in today?”

“No, Peter, he isn’t. Have you got those figures I asked you for?” Matt kept his hand on my lower back but his whole demeanour had changed.

“I’m waiting on-” Peter rushed to get his words out.

“Have the report on my desk before the close of business.” Matt said in a tone that brooked no argument.

An uncomfortable silence filled the elevator. Matt was the only one unaffected by it. When they exited on their chosen floor the dejected slump of Peter’s shoulders made me feel bad for the man.

“Matt,” I started as soon as the doors closed and we resumed our journey downwards. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” His hand found its way under my t-shirt.

I ignored the delightful sensation his touch across my skin evoked and scrutinized his features. “The way you spoke to that poor man,” My eyebrows furrowed. “It wasn’t very nice at all.”

Matt tilted his head, returning my gaze with a wholly unrepentant one. He honestly saw nothing wrong with what had just transpired. His following words confirmed it. “I have neither the time nor the inclination to benicewhen it comes to business, poppet.”

I chewed my lower lip, remembering the meeting I’d eavesdropped on. “I don’t understand, it’s different, the way you deal with your employees.”

Matt smiled. “Different? You mean different from what you would do.” His smile changed, a slightly patronizing edge seemed to creep in. “Sweetheart, when you’re in a position such as mine, people don’t expect you to be nice. Being nice counts for nothing when the quarterly balance sheets are under review. Being nice won’t keep our shareholders happy.”

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