Page 42 of Legal Seduction
“You really aren’t used to it, are you?” she asked. “Your charm not getting you your way.”
He tensed and stared down at her as if he’d just realized that was the case. “It’s not exactly like you’re immune to me,” he said as he stepped closer to her. And as if he’d once again taken her words as a challenge, he touched her, sliding his thumb across the fullness of her bottom lip.
Her breath escaped in a gasp as desire raced through her. But he sighed wistfully, as well.
“I’m not immune to you, either,” he said. “You make me forget...”
“What?” she asked.
But he just shook his head.
“To post my job?” she teased.
“How can I forget that?” he asked. “When you keep nagging me about it?”
She took the crumpled-up piece of paper from his hand. “You didn’t like my job description?”
“I think some things are missing,” he said.
“Like what?”
He slid his hands over her ass. “Like ‘must look good in a tight skirt.’”
She’d been so eager to start working on her designs that she hadn’t changed yet. She’d only taken off her cardigan. The camisole she wore beneath it was silk and so thin that it was evident that her nipples had tightened. They pushed against the fabric as his fingers traced the bow on her underwear.
“And ‘must wear lingerie under those tight skirts.’”
She was on board with that. She needed to sell out her line to impress the retailer and extend her contract with them. “Might be kind of hard for a man to find skirts and corsets big enough.”
He chuckled and lowered his head to hers, pressing a quick kiss against her lips. “I never knew how funny you are, Bette Monroe,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m quitting Street Legal to devote myself full-time to my stand-up act,” she said.
He chuckled again but then sighed. “Hell, maybe you are.”
It would probably be more believable to most than finding out she was a lingerie designer.
“I feel like I barely know you at all.”
It was true. He barely did. But she’d done that to protect herself. She didn’t want to get too close to him. She didn’t want to really fall for him.
“What are you going to do once you quit?”
She tensed.
And his grumpiness returned as, his voice gruff with irritation, he asked, “How can that still be none of my business?”
“What do you think has changed?” she asked.
“I’ve seen you naked.”
She smiled and shook her head.
“I haven’t?” he asked with an arched brow. “Do you have a body double I’ve been having sex with, then?”
She laughed and said, “You’ve definitely seen me without my clothes. But you haven’t really seen me naked.” Telling him about the hopes and dreams she had worked so hard to pursue would have truly been the way she would have lain herself bare to him. And she wasn’t ready to do that with someone she couldn’t trust.
His brow furrowed as if he was confused.
