Page 82 of The Fine Art of Faking It
“Damn it, Gates,” she breathed.
He would win. It was his last coherent thought before Eden kissed him. Her mouth was hot and demanding under his. She cupped his face in her hands, and he slid her higher in his lap so she could feel how hard and ready she’d made him.
“Still a fluke,” she murmured against his lips. He would have agreed, would have placated, but she used the opening to sweep her tongue inside his mouth and kiss him until he forgot his own name. He slid his hands under her ass and rose, dropping her on his desk. She yelped and pulled the keyboard out from under her.
“Kiss me like that again,” he demanded.
For once obliging, Eden gripped his tie and dragged him down to her. He felt her fingers in his hair, the heat from her center against his erection when he rocked his hips into her. He shoved his hands under her sweater, all finesse abandoning his fine motor skills in favor of speed and need.
“Yes,” she hissed when his hands coasted over the satin cups of her bra. Her nipples budded against the fabric.
He didn’t have a condom here. Why would he? But he was willing to get creative if it meant he could have Eden right here like this.
“Hey, boss, I’ve got—holy shit.” Anastasia busted into the office and immediately spun back around to leave. “Sorry! Ohmygod. Sorry. Shit.”
Vader sprang to attention and got tangled up in Anastasia’s legs as they both tried to bolt for the door.
Eden jumped off the desk as if she’d been electrocuted. “I should go,” she announced in a near shout.
“No! I’ll go,” Anastasia insisted, stepping over Vader only to run into Chewy who’d decided to rouse himself and join the fun.
“No, you two have work to do,” Eden said, wedging herself in the doorway with Anastasia and the dogs.
Davis sat back and watched with anguish and amusement. If a very intimate moment had to be interrupted, at least he could enjoy how much it rattled Eden.
“Um.” Eden stepped over Vader, getting one leg into the hallway. “I’ll see you tonight?” she asked, her blue eyes zeroing in on his face.
Davis nodded. “Tonight.”
“Okay. Good. I’ll, uh, take the dogs. And give you some space. Oh, and thanks again for the flowers.”
Still blushing, she hauled the dogs out by their collars.
Anastasia still wasn’t making eye contact with him. She stared up at his diploma framed neatly on the wall. “You tell your parents anything yet?” she asked.
“Nope.” He’d cross that burning bridge only when he had to and not one minute sooner.
31
She changed for the third time and felt like a complete idiot. Especially knowing that Davis was one wall away and probably just wearing what he’d worn to work today. She’d made it exceptionally clear that there were no real feelings between them, she decided, tugging at the hem of her ivory sweater. And then she’d kissed the ever-living hell out of him.
Mixed messages. Just like her outfit. On the exterior, it was a nice boatneck sweater with skinny jeans. Underneath, she’d sprung for purple lace with interestingly placed cutouts. Not that she was expecting another fluke.
“Nope. Not happening again.”
Her subconscious wondered why she’d bothered shaving her legs if that were the case. She shut it up with a sip of the wine she’d poured. Davis’s wine that she’d snagged from the helpful hostess in the tasting room on her walk of shame from his office.
It had been a long, busy day, made only longer by her excitement over tonight. It was a town meeting and ice cream. Nothing special. Except for seeing Davis again.
“I’m just excited about teaching the B.C. a lesson,” she insisted to her reflection.
Her reflection wasn’t buying it any more than her head was. Eden stuck her tongue out at herself and went digging through her jewelry box for earrings. Simple hoops. Nothing too sexy. She went with her favorite pair of over-the-knee boots.Notbecause they were sexy as hell but because they’d keep her legs warm in the winter chill.
She reviewed her efforts one last time, making sure to ignore the excitement she saw dancing in her eyes.
“Not a real date. Not a real date. No more flukes.”
She chanted it to herself as she shoved her arms into her pretty gray cape coat. “You’re in charge,” she reminded herself as she closed the door behind her.
