Page 39 of Blackmailing the Bad Girl

Was she? She didn’t think so.

“Is he going to be a problem?” Nik asked when she remained silent.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, let me know if he comes near you again.”

What was he going to do about it? Take out a contract on the poor man? Fire him?

He was still perched on her desk. Didn’t he have any work to do? Didn’t she? She couldn’t remember.

She studied her shoes for a moment, hoping he would get the message and leave her alone. But no, when she looked up he was still there. Watching her.

His eyes were so dark, but she knew they had little flecks of gold in them, if you looked close enough, like when you were kissing him. She found herself leaning forward to check and lost herself in his dark gaze. A shiver ran through her, settling low down in her belly.

“Just how much did you drink?” he asked.

“Why? Are you going to take advantage of an inebriated woman? Again?”

“Hah. I’m not exactly sure who took advantage of whom that night. But I suspect it was the other way around. You in that skimpy purple robe…”

She scowled and pushed her chair back.

“You’re just annoyed because you know I’m right.” He stood up, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“No, you’re not.”

He ignored her. “I dream about you in that robe. And out of it. Do you know how many times I’ve woken up hot and hard and wished you were there beside me? Or under me? Or on top?”

This wasn’t happening. No more drinking at lunchtime. It lowered her inhibitions and made her remember just how good “hot and hard” had felt.

She gritted her teeth. “Don’t you have work to do? A meeting to go to?”

She flicked on her monitor, then typed in her password. Nik’s schedule came up, and the first thing her eyes settled on was his date with the supermodel that evening. At least that sobered her up a little.

But she didn’t want to examine how much she hated the idea of him being out with another woman. Especially a tall, beautiful, successful one. “Maybe you’d better head home and get ready for your date with Giselle,” she muttered.

“Jealous?”

“In your dreams.”

He took a step closer, and she pushed herself to her feet, because sitting down, her eyes were level with the bulge in his jeans and looking at that particular part of his anatomy was not helping her keep her cool. She put the desk between them, and his lips twitched.

He studied her out of half-closed eyes, and something she was unwilling to put a name to moved between them. “I’ll cancel with Giselle,” he murmured. “If you come out with me instead.”

Shock held her still for a moment. She shook herself, then turned away to break the spell between them. What did he want? Her? But how could he ever want someone like her when he could have the likes of Giselle? Which meant he wanted something else. She hated that she had no clue what. Hated even more the fact that she wanted to say yes with every cell in her body. He was trouble. He was blackmailing her and had the power to lock her away for a long time. He was everything she hated in a man; he was privileged and wealthy, thought he owned the world and everyone in it. Including her.

She swallowed, managing to compose herself before she turned back. “As it happens, I already have arrangements for tonight.”

“Cancel them.”

Yeah, he would think that. “The great Nik Masterton has asked me out, and so I drop everything else?”

“It’s that easy.”

“Except I don’t want to go out with you.”

“How about we stay in then. We can go to my place. Have dinner in bed. Make love until we get this inconvenient attraction out of our systems.”

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