Page 87 of Touched By Moonlight
They trembled as sensual need increased inside me. Only one male was capable of doing this to me, and he’d been texting and calling allday.
Grayson. My breath hitched and my chest grew tight with desire andanticipation.
But myhands…
Good thing I carried an extra pair of magick leather gloves in my tote. I drew them on. They were lightweight, flesh-colored and unless you looked closely, you couldn’t tell I wore them. Resuming my typing, I hoped the tour would not include my area of the cubefarm.
Alas, it wasn’t my luckyday.
The voices drew closer. Stephanie was introducing him to everyone in cube land. I knew this was on purpose, and Grayson directed her on thetour.
Too late to make a dash to the ladies room, or hide in the cafeteria. They stopped by my desk. For the first time, I wished I’d been stuck in that boring meeting that trapped Kara andLavender.
“And this is Sienna, one of our top notch computer programmers,” Stephanieburbled.
Oh, how I wished he could remain in my life, but it was impossible. Why did he torment me like this, when we could never have a lifetogether?
I nodded at him, barely looking up. “Senior data entryclerk.”
He smelled so good, like cedar and freshly mown grass and spring rain. Grayson was like the outdoors, beckoning to me, pulling at me in a siren song. I wanted to run wild and free, break the chains of the cubefarm.
Run into his arms and stay there forever, like we had in ourdreams.
Dreams were foolishthings.
“Good day,” I muttered, not looking up. Not daring to see his face and those eyes burning withdesire.
“Nice to see you, Sienna. Perhaps you’ll be one of my clients soon,” he murmured in his sexy, smooth velvetvoice.
Now I did glanceup.
Dressed in a charcoal gray business suit, with a powder blue shirt and navy tie, Grayson was polished and urbane. He looked so different from the rugged, wild wolf I’d tussled with in bed over the weekend that I blinked and lookedcloser.
And saw the passion flare in those deep blueeyes.
“What are you doing here?” I blurtedout.
A small smile tugged his mouth upwards. “Business.”
Oblivious of the byplay between us, Stephanie pressed his arm and leaned forward, her silicone-enhanced breasts threatening to tumble out of her Oscar de la Renta peplum blouse like a waterfall spilling over adam.
“Mr. Smith is looking for a social media rep for his company’s new ad campaign. He has a new product on the market.” Stephanie gushed and batted her lashes atGrayson.
I stared coolly at the shifter. “Oh? Specifically whatkind?”
Stephanie blushed. “A power massager forwomen.”
“Vibrator.” He had the arrogance to sport a widegrin.
Narrowing my eyes, I refused to lower my gaze at the alpha. “And you need help with those massagers? To reach morewomen?”
“My company has a unique prototype that guarantees satisfaction. I can give you a free sample,” heoffered.
At that moment, something buzzed loudly in mypurse.
“Unless you’re already satisfied with your current model,” headded.
Indignation crested in a huge wave. “That’s myphone.”
