Bachelor Unclaimed by Brenda Jackson

he’d dropped to his knees with a sharp slap to his face. Instead, what did she do? Grabbed ahold of his head and all but shoved her cookie down his throat. And he had eaten it up. Literally.
    Ainsley rubbed a hand along her face, purely disgusted with herself. Although he didn’t get any further than going down on her, he really should not have made it that far. She should have done something.
    Oh, but she had.
    She had moaned out her enjoyment and would have even been ready to return the favor with no arm-twisting. Both mortified and irritated, she put on her blouse and tucked it into her jeans. He had set her up, knowing all along how things would end. Right now he was probably pleased with himself.
    Dressed, she leaned against the wall trying to fight back the sensations still thrumming through her body, especially there...between her legs. His mouth had triggered all kind of primal urges with the first brush of his tongue. And then there was the way he had cupped her breasts as if he’d every right to do so. She hadn’t protested then, either. It didn’t make sense how a man she’d met no more than two weeks ago could elicit that much desire within her.
    Deciding she wanted to forget what happened and hoped he did as well, she glanced around. Even the laundry room off the kitchen was impressive. She saw another door and wondered where it led and was tempted to go find out. Then she remembered Winston’s warning. The last thing she wanted was to get on Dr. Chambers’s bad side and ruin things with him before she got a chance to officially meet him and plead her case for an interview.
    Ainsley glanced out the window and saw it was still storming. There was no doubt in her mind that tomorrow morning Winston intended to ask her to leave, which meant she had to come up with a plan and fast. Chambers was here on the grounds somewhere, and she needed to find out where. This place was huge and he could be just about anywhere. She wondered...
    Moving quickly to the kitchen she headed straight to the wall where the security panel was located. Checking over her shoulders to make sure Winston wasn’t lurking around, she edged closer. As if the security system sensed her presence, lights on the panel board began blinking.
    After swallowing, Ainsley said, “Charley, where’s Dr. Chambers.”
    More lights began blinking. “Repeat command. Failed communication.”
    She let out a disgusted sigh. She didn’t have much time before Winston returned, breathing down her neck again and there was no doubt in her mind he would watch her like a hawk for the rest of the evening. That meant she needed to at least know in what part of the house the doctor was working. Winston had to sleep sometime and when he did she would make her move. She hated having to disturb Dr. Chambers, but according to what she’d read in one of his books, he did just as much work at night as he did in the day. A lot of the sea animals he was studying were creatures of the night.
    Deciding to take another approach, she asked. “Where’s the lab?”
    “Basement floor, east wing.”
    She nodded. At least she’d gotten that much information, although she wasn’t sure where the east wing was. But she was determined to find it.
    “Fascinated by Charley I see.”
    Ainsley quickly swung around hoping she didn’t have a guilty look on her face. And she tried not to make it obvious she was checking out Winston. He had changed into another pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt. Heat immediately surged through her and she fought it back. He looked good but deep down she knew there was more to Winston Coltrane than the clothes he wore.
    He was definitely a complex man. Complex and fascinating at the same time. And she would round it off with bold. She had a feeling he did whatever the hell he felt like and answered to no one. What other man would seduce a woman in the kitchen of his employer’s home, actually go down on her when someone might walk in on them at any