Page 14 of His Secret Virgin
My cheeks blazed with embarrassment. I’d never wanted anything more in my life than for this man to look at me like a woman and not like the little kid my dad wished I could still be. I wanted to be all woman to this man, and I had no idea why.
Mr. Taylor looked at my father for a second before drinking the coffee himself. “Well, let’s see. How to go about this,” he paused for a moment, but quickly continued. “Emma, tell me what kinds of things you like to do. Hobbies, special interests, anything like that.” He leaned back on his desk.
The length of his legs made my mouth water, and I didn’t understand that reaction at all. Thick as tree trunks, I could see his thighs were all muscle. The suit he wore did little to hide the fact that his arms were massive as well.
“Do you work out?” I asked him, instead of answering his question.
“Emma!” Dad snarled.
I dropped my head. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay, Sebastien,” Mr. Taylor said. “I do work out. Is that something you like to do as well?”
“I never have.” I looked up at him. “But I think I would like it.”Especially if I could work out with you.
Something was wrong with me. I wasn’t thinking straight. I definitely wasn’t talking straight either.
I caught my father pinching the bridge of his nose. “Emma, try to concentrate, honey. Tell Mr. Taylor what kinds of things you think you might be able to help with at the office.”
“I can type really fast.” I tried not to look directly at the man. He stirred me in such a way that it made it hard to think or breathe. “I’m a fast learner. I can do just about anything asked of me.”
“That’s good,” he said. He moved around to sit behind his desk.
I looked him over as his back was to me. He kept his dark hair short and parted on one side. It made him look both masculine and dashing at the same time. I’d never thought of anyone as dashing, but that’s the exact word that came to mind as I thought about Mr. Taylor.
“I can also clean pretty well, too, Mr. Taylor.” The way his name slipped off my tongue felt good. And I noticed his eyes jump a bit when he turned to look at me before sitting down.
“I’m not going to put you into the janitorial department, Emma. I’m leaning toward making you an assistant.” He placed the cup of coffee on his desk then steepled his long, thick fingers, touching the tips of them together, making me wonder what the tips of his fingers might feel like as they ran over my skin.
Hiding my hands by my sides, I crossed my fingers for luck.Please make me your assistant!
“I would love that, sir.” I tried to think of other things that would make me a good assistant. “I don’t drink coffee, but I know how to make it. And I know how to answer phones too. I could answer your phone for you.”
“Not mine,” he said with a laugh. “My assistant has been with me for years. She makes my coffee. And I tend to answer my own phone calls. I’m not talking about you becoming my assistant, if that’s what you were thinking.”
Damn!
“Oh, I could be anyone’s assistant, sir.” I hoped that helped make me look a little less stupid to the man.
He and my father were the same age. Yet he looked so different. So agile. So sexy.
“Do you drive, Emma?” he asked as he opened a file he’d pulled from the top drawer of his desk.
“I do, sir.” I had to put my hands in my lap to hold them still. They’d begun to shake.
Why does this man have to be the first man to turn me on like this?
Why does he have to be my father’s friend?
Why does he have to be my father’s age?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’d never gotten flustered with any guy my age. And I knew some good-looking guys. Sure, I hadn’t talked to any of them that much, but I knew them.
So, why did this man have such an effect on me?
When he looked up, his eyes danced a bit as he looked into mine. “My assistant needs an assistant. That would involve some driving. She picks up my laundry and delivers it to my home, but that would become your job. And she scouts places for me from time to time.”
