Page 29 of Play of Love
“Sadly yes.” I sighed.
“Well you should. Don’t always be in work mode. We should ditch this place and go do our nails.”
“I wish.” I didn’t have money for that. I’d had my nails done before leaving New York and now they were starting to look rough.
“Or we should go pick up some hot guys to take us on dates.”
I couldn’t do that either. I was testy when it came to relationships. It was most likely down to my parents’ disastrous one. Add that to the low-life jerks that had come my way. I didn’t have time to date and there was no room in my mind to contemplate it either.
“Unless you’re seeing someone.” Hilda’s eyes brightened.
“No. I don’t have time for that.”
“Amy, are you kidding? Imagine having a really sweet guy to take care of you, especially during this time with your mom.”
“I wouldn’t know where to find a guy like that.” I giggled. “Hilda, I just seriously need to get through the rest of this week.” What I wanted was mom better and the designer job with Dior. That’s all I wanted. Everything else was secondary.
“You will.” Hilda nodded positively and tucked a wayward strand of her shiny hair behind her ear. “Should we go to lunch now?”
“How about I catch up with you. I have two emails to send and an agreement to fax over, then I’m good.”
“Cool, I’ll order your sandwich so it’ll be ready by the time you get there.”
“Thanks so much.” I had gotten into the habit of getting a teriyaki steak and vegetable grill swaddled within hearty Italian bread. It was amazing and filling, perfect to get me through the day.
When Hilda left I returned my gaze to the bright computer screen. I was thinking about what I’d do tomorrow. Maybe I could get here at six and try everything again to wake Josh, but over a longer period of time. I was really starting to lose hope and needed to keep strong.
I got up to find the agreement I needed to fax, and as I was sorting through the suspension files in the cabinet two strong hands gripped onto my waist.
“I know what you want,” Josh slurred, turning me around. Before I could protest, his mouth covered mine hungrily with the strong hardness of his lips and paralyzed me with a heart-stopping kiss. My mind became nonexistent and my brain receded into the dark, slipping into a void in the back of beyond as he ravaged my lips.
“No more games, baby,” he said between breaths.
I took the chance to gasp for air, but then he reclaimed my lips and crushed me to him as he slipped his hands down to my ass to lift me up.
A shred of sanity returned to me as he moved me over to my desk and placed me on top of it, knocking all the papers and letters to the ground to make room for them. I placed my hand on his chest in an attempt to stop him, but the rock-hard cords of muscle mesmerized me and something ignited within me, leading me to succumb to the weakness that lured me to explore. It lured me to give in to the overwhelming power of his masculinity and strength. As the kiss intensified I kissed him back with reckless abandon, allowing my tongue to mingle with his in desperate need. Fire consumed me as he ran his hands down to my breasts and squeezed.
At that point I must have truly lost my mind.
Heat escaped me as he left my lips and kissed his way down my neck and throat. He stopped at the swell of my right breast and I watched him suck my breast through the dark cotton of my blouse. It felt amazing. He smiled up at me with those gorgeous eyes of his when he saw my reaction.
“You like that,” he slurred. He went to move the fabric away so that my bare breast would come through but I stopped him.
“Josh we have to stop.” I pressed my hands against his chest again and stole a moment to indulge in his chiseled perfection. In his boxers I saw exactly why he was getting so many requests from magazines. Ripples of muscle ran down his abs, which were only enhanced by the Chinese characters tattooed within the rigid line that ran along his happy trail.
“You can’t say you don’t want me.”
“You’re drunk, and you have no idea what the hell you’re doing, or even who I am.” It was a sad truth.
He laughed and leaned in to kiss me again. “Amy,” he whispered saucily against her lips and smiled. “Beautiful Amy, my supposed PA. Amy, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
That was the very first time I’d ever heard him say my name.
I found myself unable to move as he held my gaze. But my brain came back and it was waving red warning lights over my face. Something strange just happened and I wasn’t sure what it was.
All I knew was something sparked within the depths of my heart as he said my name.
Maybe I’d gone completely crazy from all he’d put me through, but lust and attraction were having a field day with me. This was the worst kind of man I’d ever met and I shouldn’t have allowed him to get as far as to touch me. He was drunk and he might remember my name, but it would be nothing more.
