3 Brides for 3 Bad Boys by 3 Brides for 3 Bad Boys (mf)
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owner of the company by his first name."
He watched her luscious lips move and form the words. Their natural raspberry fullness just begged to be kissed. Why didn't other men react to the sensuality she exuded? Her lack of a social life was inexplicable to him, even taking into account her shyness. But he'd been in the room when she was exuding subtle mating signals, of which he was sure she was oblivious, and so were the men working with her.
He'd noticed, though, and they made him nuts.
She made a nervous movement with her hands as his silence stretched, and his libido went into attack-and-conquer mode. It had been way too long. If his experiment failed, he didn't know what he was going to do.
It could not fail.
She had to want him, too.
No way could this much desire be one-sided.
"I'm the owner, aren't I?"
She nodded, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips and then retreating in a game of erotic peek-a-boo he was positive she did not intend, and he had to stifle a groan.
"I don't mind you calling me Carter. In fact, I prefer it."
"But… "
"Daisy, even your admin calls me Carter. I think you're the only person in the company besides old Mrs. Berger in the cafeteria that calls me Mr. Sloane."
She sighed, as if it really mattered. "All right. Carter."
He didn't know why, but he felt like he'd won a major concession. "Good. Now, I have a question for you."
She sat up straighter, scooting her chair forward, and clasped her hands on top of her desk. "Yes?"
"Have you ever felt sexually harassed here?"
Her dark brown eyes opened wide, and her lips parted, but nothing came out, not even a huff of air.
She was taking so long to answer, he was beginning to wonder if there was some guy working for him that he was going to have to fire. "Have you?"
Finally, she shook her head. "Uh … no."
"Good."
She knocked some papers off her desk and bent to pick them up, sending a CD-ROM in its case flying to the floor as well. She gathered the papers and dropped them in an untidy heap on her desk with the CD-ROM on top. Her cheeks were now as berry pink as her lips.
"Mr. Slo—I mean, Carter, why did you ask me that?"
He moved around her desk, stalking her and hoping like hell her nerves were due to reciprocal attraction to the boss and not fear. "It's important."
She leaned back in her chair, away from him. "But why?"
"If you don't want to do anything, you don't have to."
"That's good." She was looking at him as though he'd gone nuts, and the truth was, he had.
His nuts were controlling his brain, and it wasn't doing his powers of conversation any good. While he could schmooze company presidents, man-woman communication was not his thing, and right now he felt like a rookie manager giving his first presentation to the board of directors.
He gave up on the subtle approach and decided on blunt honesty. "Daisy, I want to kiss you, but I don't want you to feel pressured into letting me because I own the company you work for."
She squeaked like a startled mouse, and then shook her head, sending that gorgeous black silk cloud into motion again.
Disappointment took his heart in its grip and squeezed. Had he been wrong about her reaction to him? Or was she afraid of it, and how far could he push it without going into the realms of harassment? Not very damned far.
She gaped at him. "What?"
He took another step toward her, finding it more and more difficult to rein in the primitive urges she brought out in him. "I want to kiss you."
"Now?"
That was definitely better than no. "Yes."
"I-I… "
He forced down the desire to just pick her right up out of that small black office chair and devour her lips. "You don't have to let me if you don't want to. Your job is not on the line. I won't hold it against you if you say no." But his balls were going to turn blue and fall off if that happened.
"I promise," he said for good measure. This had to be absolutely voluntary on her part, or it wasn't happening.
She tucked her
He watched her luscious lips move and form the words. Their natural raspberry fullness just begged to be kissed. Why didn't other men react to the sensuality she exuded? Her lack of a social life was inexplicable to him, even taking into account her shyness. But he'd been in the room when she was exuding subtle mating signals, of which he was sure she was oblivious, and so were the men working with her.
He'd noticed, though, and they made him nuts.
She made a nervous movement with her hands as his silence stretched, and his libido went into attack-and-conquer mode. It had been way too long. If his experiment failed, he didn't know what he was going to do.
It could not fail.
She had to want him, too.
No way could this much desire be one-sided.
"I'm the owner, aren't I?"
She nodded, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips and then retreating in a game of erotic peek-a-boo he was positive she did not intend, and he had to stifle a groan.
"I don't mind you calling me Carter. In fact, I prefer it."
"But… "
"Daisy, even your admin calls me Carter. I think you're the only person in the company besides old Mrs. Berger in the cafeteria that calls me Mr. Sloane."
She sighed, as if it really mattered. "All right. Carter."
He didn't know why, but he felt like he'd won a major concession. "Good. Now, I have a question for you."
She sat up straighter, scooting her chair forward, and clasped her hands on top of her desk. "Yes?"
"Have you ever felt sexually harassed here?"
Her dark brown eyes opened wide, and her lips parted, but nothing came out, not even a huff of air.
She was taking so long to answer, he was beginning to wonder if there was some guy working for him that he was going to have to fire. "Have you?"
Finally, she shook her head. "Uh … no."
"Good."
She knocked some papers off her desk and bent to pick them up, sending a CD-ROM in its case flying to the floor as well. She gathered the papers and dropped them in an untidy heap on her desk with the CD-ROM on top. Her cheeks were now as berry pink as her lips.
"Mr. Slo—I mean, Carter, why did you ask me that?"
He moved around her desk, stalking her and hoping like hell her nerves were due to reciprocal attraction to the boss and not fear. "It's important."
She leaned back in her chair, away from him. "But why?"
"If you don't want to do anything, you don't have to."
"That's good." She was looking at him as though he'd gone nuts, and the truth was, he had.
His nuts were controlling his brain, and it wasn't doing his powers of conversation any good. While he could schmooze company presidents, man-woman communication was not his thing, and right now he felt like a rookie manager giving his first presentation to the board of directors.
He gave up on the subtle approach and decided on blunt honesty. "Daisy, I want to kiss you, but I don't want you to feel pressured into letting me because I own the company you work for."
She squeaked like a startled mouse, and then shook her head, sending that gorgeous black silk cloud into motion again.
Disappointment took his heart in its grip and squeezed. Had he been wrong about her reaction to him? Or was she afraid of it, and how far could he push it without going into the realms of harassment? Not very damned far.
She gaped at him. "What?"
He took another step toward her, finding it more and more difficult to rein in the primitive urges she brought out in him. "I want to kiss you."
"Now?"
That was definitely better than no. "Yes."
"I-I… "
He forced down the desire to just pick her right up out of that small black office chair and devour her lips. "You don't have to let me if you don't want to. Your job is not on the line. I won't hold it against you if you say no." But his balls were going to turn blue and fall off if that happened.
"I promise," he said for good measure. This had to be absolutely voluntary on her part, or it wasn't happening.
She tucked her
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