Page 38 of Legal Desire
Finally, her brow smoothed, and her lips curved into a smile that was nearly as sadistic as it was sexy.
He was definitely in trouble.
“Okay,” she said. “But you have to do whatever I tell you to do...”
And he felt that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He had a feeling he’d just made another mistake with her. Allison McCann was a very dangerous woman but now she was a very dangerous woman in control.
She was in control. So if she told him to leave again, he would have to do what she said. But now she wasn’t so certain she wanted him to leave.
She’d never had power like this and never over a man as powerful as Trevor Sinclair. Of course, she didn’t expect him to keep his promise.
But it would be fun to watch him try.
“So can I stay?” he asked.
She nodded. “But only if you do everything I tell you.”
He hesitated a long moment before nodding. And she heard him mutter, “Why do I think I’m going to regret this?”
She was worried that she would, too. Every time she had sex with Trevor Sinclair she felt closer to him than she had ever felt to anyone else.
It was more than sex, though. They connected on another level.
Maybe it was just because some parts of their pasts were surprisingly similar. She hadn’t had to work when she was as young as he’d been. And she’d never lived on the streets. But she knew that sense of abandonment he must have felt when his mother left for Hollywood.
That was all in the past. They weren’t kids anymore. They didn’t need anyone.
Allison’s stomach tightened and her core ached with need...for him.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“I’d tell you to clean up the kitchen,” she said. “But that has nothing to do with sex.”
“It does if you want me to take you on the counter,” he said.
She smiled. “Oh, you’re not going to be taking me,” she warned him. “I’m going to be taking you.”
Trevor closed his eyes and groaned. “What the hell did I get myself into?”
She laughed. “You have no idea.”
Yet. But she intended to give him plenty of ideas on how to please her. He started by cleaning up the kitchen.
“When you’re done here,” she told him, “meet me in the bedroom.”
She knew he’d be quick, so she didn’t have much time to get ready for him. She changed quickly into an outfit she’d bought weeks ago.
It had been an impulse buy. Or maybe a guilt buy since the woman modeling this line of lingerie was one about whom Allison had unknowingly spread lies. She would have never issued the statements she had if she’d known the truth.
But maybe she’d so readily accepted those lies herself because of her past, because of her mother.
Damn Trevor for bringing up all those memories. She felt raw now. Exposed. And it had nothing to do with the scanty lingerie she wore and everything to do with what she’d told him: everything.
He knew everything about her now.
A knock sounded at the door, jolting her. “Can I come in?” a deep voice asked.
He was already in...in a way no one else had ever been. Allison thought about sending him away then—about telling him to leave. But she hadn’t locked the door and the knob began to turn.
