Fire with Fire (Crash and Burn, Book 3) (A Military Romance) by Eva Grayson Page B

allow the cup to fall on its side. But she couldn’t admit that to him.
    “I got distracted,” she said, keeping her answer vague. “I was so in my head that I lost track of what I was doing.”
    Cullen nodded as if approving of her answer. “Do you know why you were so nervous in the first place?”
    She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “You’re a very intimidating person.”
    “And why is that?” he asked, seeming to be sincere.
    She laughed at the obviousness of the answer. “You own this company and I’m a temp.”
    “And that makes you nervous.”
    “Yes, because you can fire me. I need the money.”
    Cullen nodded almost imperceptibly. “You’re terrified of consequences, Ivy. I’m going to help you learn to deal with consequences.”
    Ivy felt her stomach tensing at his insistent words and the force of his personality. It was as if she couldn’t even breathe anymore.
    Suddenly, she wanted out. Out of the room. Out from under his intense scrutiny. “I think I need to go now,” she said, wanting to run. Wanting to escape. She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can really do this.”
    “You so obviously want to do this, Ivy.” His gaze flicked down to her breasts, and then her legs. She felt as if he was undressing her right there with his eyes, and she crossed her legs and tugged on her skirt, feeling that her thighs were exposed.
    I don’t like the way he’s looking at me , she thought.
    But then why were her nipples so stiff and tender? Why did she feel a strange stirring in her lower belly, and even further down?
    Between her legs?
    She felt positively drenched in sweat. “Are you…are you being inappropriate with me, Mister Sharpe?”
    Cullen grinned, a real full grin that she’d never seen him do before. “What if I say yes?”
    He’s enjoying this. He’s loving it.
    “I’d say that…” She cleared her throat and raised her voice. “I’d say that you shouldn’t take advantage of your job title to make someone in my position feel uncomfortable.”
    “If you want this to stop, you only need to say the word.” He returned to sit behind his black desk.
    She swallowed drily.
    Of course I want this to stop.
    She almost said the words, except that she suddenly wasn’t sure of what she wanted at all.
    Is Cullen Sharpe hitting on me? Does he want me sexually? Or is this just some perverse game where he gets to make a temp’s head spin and then he laughs about it later on with his other male co-workers?
    She didn’t have the faintest clue anymore. Cullen had managed to completely befuddle her in the space of a few minutes.
    She sighed, shaking her head. “I feel like you’re toying with me.”
    His nostrils flared. “Someday you’ll beg me to toy with you.”
    The moment the words exited his mouth, Ivy felt her pussy get wet. She couldn’t believe he’d been so overtly sexual in his comments to her.
    And the worst part was, she knew he was telling the truth.
    Her mind flashed on an image of Cullen, stark naked, his muscular body on top of hers, slick with sweat, his hips pressing into her, and him entering her—pushing between her legs, filling her.
    It was like a vision of the future and she was blown away by how quickly her body had responded to the idea.
    This can’t be happening.
    The founder of Biomatrix Pharma, the CEO of the company—the multi-millionaire genius who could have any woman just by snapping his fingers—could not truly want her.
    She must be confused. Except she was starting to feel certain that she wasn’t confused at all. Cullen Sharpe was making himself all too clear, and she simply didn’t know how to deal with it.
    “And if I say yes? If I agree to be…to be taught or whatever?” she said.
    “Say yes and find out.”
    “Yes.” The answer came out of her mouth so quickly that she didn’t even know she’d said it at first. It was as if someone had taken control of her body, like she was a puppet.
    Cullen smiled again, and she saw