was why his emotions refused to cooperate. He
was a software expert, he made his living being analytical. His heart should listen to his brain, it was the far more rational of the two.
Besides, he dealt with fact. And the facts were simple. Violet didn’t want him. End of story. Case closed.
He was her buddy. Safe. How ironic, considering his sexual preferences. Safe would be the last word any of the women he’d dated would assign to him.
He glanced around the room scattered with strangers and his coworkers from Dynamic Links. Wouldn’t they all be surprised to learn that the serious computer whiz Ethan Savage dominated woman in his free time.
Which led him to his other problem—his gaze narrowed on Violet, laughing up at some GQ -model type—she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body.
He’d known her going on three years now. He’d traveled with her, talked with her, listened to her. Hell, she treated him like a damn girlfriend. And not once did she ever say anything that even hinted at those desires.
And he needed it. He couldn’t do vanilla. From what he could tell by the men Violet dated—she did nothing but.
Ethan prided himself on being a realist, on brutal honesty. If he thought he could play it straight for her he’d blow his ego to hell and confess his feelings. But that wasn’t possible. Nothing less than her complete surrender would satisfy him.
And that was never going to happen.
As if sensing his stare, she turned, giving him her megawatt smile, jet-black hair swirling around her bare shoulders in glossy waves. How’d she get her hair so shiny? He grimaced, taking a sip off his beer. What the fuck was wrong with him?
It irked him how dazzled he was. Not that he was alone. Violet dazzled everyone. It was her nature. It was why she was a superstar at Dynamic Links. Why she was an excellent sales manager. Potential customers, men and women alike, couldn’t resist her
considerable charisma. Time and again, he’d watched her woo clients ‘til they were eating out her hands. And he was no different.
She waved him over. He shook his head. The man she’d been talking to slid his arm around her waist. Ethan’s grasp tightened on his bottle ‘til his knuckles turned white. That guy was all wrong for her. No passion there at all. A slick, smooth Ken doll.
She rolled her eyes, turned, and stood on tiptoes to whisper something into the guy’s ear then she slipped from his grasp and started her way over.
He watched her glide across the room, giving her a look that would make his previous conquests shiver in anticipation—but Violet didn’t even falter. Didn’t even seem to notice.
And why would she? Just last week she’d gushed on and on about how much she valued him as a friend . How she could be herself around him. How she didn’t have to put on an act. How comfortable she was. Blah, blah, blah.
With a humorless laugh, he raised his bottle to his lips and let the cold liquid slide down his throat. He valued their friendship too, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to take her and show her exactly who he really was.
Let’s see how harmless you think I am then, sugar.
He watched the sway of her hips in a periwinkle blue halter dress made from some silky material that looked as though water streamed over her body when she walked. His cock stirred. Goddamn thing didn’t have any sense.
When she reached him, he raised a brow, and she smiled up at him. “Not really your scene, huh, Eth?” Her smooth voice sent an electric current right to his balls, reminding him just how long it had been since he’d had a really good, hard fuck.
If you want to know my scene let me take you into your bedroom, tie you up and smack that delectable ass until you beg for me. He smiled back. “You throw a great party.”
She laughed, a soft tinkling sound. “You’re so transparent, I know you hate every minute of this.” She stood on tiptoes and snaked an arm around his neck, pulling him down
was a software expert, he made his living being analytical. His heart should listen to his brain, it was the far more rational of the two.
Besides, he dealt with fact. And the facts were simple. Violet didn’t want him. End of story. Case closed.
He was her buddy. Safe. How ironic, considering his sexual preferences. Safe would be the last word any of the women he’d dated would assign to him.
He glanced around the room scattered with strangers and his coworkers from Dynamic Links. Wouldn’t they all be surprised to learn that the serious computer whiz Ethan Savage dominated woman in his free time.
Which led him to his other problem—his gaze narrowed on Violet, laughing up at some GQ -model type—she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body.
He’d known her going on three years now. He’d traveled with her, talked with her, listened to her. Hell, she treated him like a damn girlfriend. And not once did she ever say anything that even hinted at those desires.
And he needed it. He couldn’t do vanilla. From what he could tell by the men Violet dated—she did nothing but.
Ethan prided himself on being a realist, on brutal honesty. If he thought he could play it straight for her he’d blow his ego to hell and confess his feelings. But that wasn’t possible. Nothing less than her complete surrender would satisfy him.
And that was never going to happen.
As if sensing his stare, she turned, giving him her megawatt smile, jet-black hair swirling around her bare shoulders in glossy waves. How’d she get her hair so shiny? He grimaced, taking a sip off his beer. What the fuck was wrong with him?
It irked him how dazzled he was. Not that he was alone. Violet dazzled everyone. It was her nature. It was why she was a superstar at Dynamic Links. Why she was an excellent sales manager. Potential customers, men and women alike, couldn’t resist her
considerable charisma. Time and again, he’d watched her woo clients ‘til they were eating out her hands. And he was no different.
She waved him over. He shook his head. The man she’d been talking to slid his arm around her waist. Ethan’s grasp tightened on his bottle ‘til his knuckles turned white. That guy was all wrong for her. No passion there at all. A slick, smooth Ken doll.
She rolled her eyes, turned, and stood on tiptoes to whisper something into the guy’s ear then she slipped from his grasp and started her way over.
He watched her glide across the room, giving her a look that would make his previous conquests shiver in anticipation—but Violet didn’t even falter. Didn’t even seem to notice.
And why would she? Just last week she’d gushed on and on about how much she valued him as a friend . How she could be herself around him. How she didn’t have to put on an act. How comfortable she was. Blah, blah, blah.
With a humorless laugh, he raised his bottle to his lips and let the cold liquid slide down his throat. He valued their friendship too, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to take her and show her exactly who he really was.
Let’s see how harmless you think I am then, sugar.
He watched the sway of her hips in a periwinkle blue halter dress made from some silky material that looked as though water streamed over her body when she walked. His cock stirred. Goddamn thing didn’t have any sense.
When she reached him, he raised a brow, and she smiled up at him. “Not really your scene, huh, Eth?” Her smooth voice sent an electric current right to his balls, reminding him just how long it had been since he’d had a really good, hard fuck.
If you want to know my scene let me take you into your bedroom, tie you up and smack that delectable ass until you beg for me. He smiled back. “You throw a great party.”
She laughed, a soft tinkling sound. “You’re so transparent, I know you hate every minute of this.” She stood on tiptoes and snaked an arm around his neck, pulling him down
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