en route to away meetings and
functions, but even though they’d been just as physically close in these
instances as they were now, it’d never seemed so intimate, so intense. Senses
she couldn’t quantify were seeing him in perfect detail even while she affected
a nonchalant interest in where they were heading.
“Oh, nowhere you know…just a little place. Off the beaten
track. You’ll like it.”
“But where is it?”
Waiting at a set of lights, he was able to turn to her. His
expression was arch, amused, completely in charge. Miranda felt as if the
Citroën had become a parallel world where Patrick was the boss, and she the
subordinate. And yet even as she thought that, she realized that she’d only ever
been his superior in a nominal sense. Even when she’d been giving him
instructions and doling out tasks, on some level he’d been oh-so subtly
controlling her instead.
Oh, God…what am I into here? What are we into?
“It’s a secret. Why spoil the fun?” he said mildly, putting his
foot down as the lights changed. They were taking a road out of town, and
already greenery and sunlight were all around them. “You asked me to take you
away from it all, and that’s what I’m doing…. I’m taking you away from being in
charge.”
Oh, God…oh, God…
Miranda trembled. The phrase “a whole new ball game” had never
really meant a lot to her, but now, she understood it completely. The door into
the new world slammed shut behind her, the thud of it rushing through her body
like a hot tsunami that crested deliciously in the pit of her belly and her
sex.
As if he’d observed the phenomenon with X-ray vision, Patrick
flashed her a quick glance. He barely took his eyes off the road for a second,
and yet Miranda knew he’d seen everything, both hidden and unhidden.
“Let’s play a game.” He waggled his expressive blond
eyebrows.
“What kind of a game?”
“Oh, just a little something to loosen you up. To relax
you.”
Strangely, despite the pounding of sexual excitement, Miranda
realized she did feel relaxed. And safe, in an odd way. Which didn’t make sense
because she also knew, finally and with certainty, that Patrick was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
She shook her head and tried to order the mismatched
thoughts.
“Okay?” he said immediately.
“Yes…fine. I think.”
“Well, in that case, take off your knickers and give them to
me.”
Miranda’s jaw dropped, the breath knocked out of her. It wasn’t
as if she wasn’t partly expecting something like this, but to hear it, in
Patrick’s soft, mellifluous tones, was like being tackled from the side by a
twenty-stone wrestler.
“I beg your pardon?”
Again, that sly, mischievous look from the corner of his eye.
“Oh, go on…it’s just a bit of fun. Something different to take you out of
yourself.” His wicked pink tongue peeped out again. “Just for the hell of
it.”
She was about to protest, but the crazy friskiness of the idea
was so seductive. What would they think at the firm, eh? If they knew…
No-nonsense, corporate high-flyer Miranda Austin playing silly sex games with
her discreetly urbane personal assistant. Her very personal assistant, right at this moment.
“All right then! Just for the hell of it!” She snorted with
laughter, and beside her, Patrick’s smile broadened, and became creamy and smug
in a sweet, boyish way. He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but she could feel
his elation and triumph.
And strangely, it didn’t annoy her one bit.
Hitching herself about in the seat, she managed to get a hand
up her skirt and snag her knickers without flashing him. He’d asked her to take
her panties off, but she was still in charge, in a little way. She wasn’t giving
him extras, at least not yet. With a lot of wriggling and tugging and wrangling
with her skirt, her underwear and even the seat belt, she eventually achieved
her goal and hauled her cream lace trimmed knickers down to her ankles.
Blood
functions, but even though they’d been just as physically close in these
instances as they were now, it’d never seemed so intimate, so intense. Senses
she couldn’t quantify were seeing him in perfect detail even while she affected
a nonchalant interest in where they were heading.
“Oh, nowhere you know…just a little place. Off the beaten
track. You’ll like it.”
“But where is it?”
Waiting at a set of lights, he was able to turn to her. His
expression was arch, amused, completely in charge. Miranda felt as if the
Citroën had become a parallel world where Patrick was the boss, and she the
subordinate. And yet even as she thought that, she realized that she’d only ever
been his superior in a nominal sense. Even when she’d been giving him
instructions and doling out tasks, on some level he’d been oh-so subtly
controlling her instead.
Oh, God…what am I into here? What are we into?
“It’s a secret. Why spoil the fun?” he said mildly, putting his
foot down as the lights changed. They were taking a road out of town, and
already greenery and sunlight were all around them. “You asked me to take you
away from it all, and that’s what I’m doing…. I’m taking you away from being in
charge.”
Oh, God…oh, God…
Miranda trembled. The phrase “a whole new ball game” had never
really meant a lot to her, but now, she understood it completely. The door into
the new world slammed shut behind her, the thud of it rushing through her body
like a hot tsunami that crested deliciously in the pit of her belly and her
sex.
As if he’d observed the phenomenon with X-ray vision, Patrick
flashed her a quick glance. He barely took his eyes off the road for a second,
and yet Miranda knew he’d seen everything, both hidden and unhidden.
“Let’s play a game.” He waggled his expressive blond
eyebrows.
“What kind of a game?”
“Oh, just a little something to loosen you up. To relax
you.”
Strangely, despite the pounding of sexual excitement, Miranda
realized she did feel relaxed. And safe, in an odd way. Which didn’t make sense
because she also knew, finally and with certainty, that Patrick was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
She shook her head and tried to order the mismatched
thoughts.
“Okay?” he said immediately.
“Yes…fine. I think.”
“Well, in that case, take off your knickers and give them to
me.”
Miranda’s jaw dropped, the breath knocked out of her. It wasn’t
as if she wasn’t partly expecting something like this, but to hear it, in
Patrick’s soft, mellifluous tones, was like being tackled from the side by a
twenty-stone wrestler.
“I beg your pardon?”
Again, that sly, mischievous look from the corner of his eye.
“Oh, go on…it’s just a bit of fun. Something different to take you out of
yourself.” His wicked pink tongue peeped out again. “Just for the hell of
it.”
She was about to protest, but the crazy friskiness of the idea
was so seductive. What would they think at the firm, eh? If they knew…
No-nonsense, corporate high-flyer Miranda Austin playing silly sex games with
her discreetly urbane personal assistant. Her very personal assistant, right at this moment.
“All right then! Just for the hell of it!” She snorted with
laughter, and beside her, Patrick’s smile broadened, and became creamy and smug
in a sweet, boyish way. He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but she could feel
his elation and triumph.
And strangely, it didn’t annoy her one bit.
Hitching herself about in the seat, she managed to get a hand
up her skirt and snag her knickers without flashing him. He’d asked her to take
her panties off, but she was still in charge, in a little way. She wasn’t giving
him extras, at least not yet. With a lot of wriggling and tugging and wrangling
with her skirt, her underwear and even the seat belt, she eventually achieved
her goal and hauled her cream lace trimmed knickers down to her ankles.
Blood
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