but it will happen.”
“No, I don’t believe that. This was a onetime thing. I work for you. Personal and professional lines shouldn’t cross.” Brynn walked to the closet and yanked open the door, taking a second to secure the belt tightly around her waist. “Right now, I need to get ready, so if you could finish dressing, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Are you trying to dismiss me? You won’t get rid of me that easily. And I like crossing lines. I do it every chance I get.” With his shirt still undone, his feet bare, Iain padded toward her. “I’ll do things to your body that you’ve only dreamed about, Brynn Campbell. I can be your sexual facilitator.” He rested his hands on her waist.
Brynn’s fingers froze on the hanger, her mind spinning with possibilities. She’d done a whole lot of dreaming over the years. “Sex,” her voice cracked on the word. “Sex is the most primitive form of communication. I hardly need an instructor to figure it out.” He laughed again and pulled her backward, so that she rested against him. “What makes you think I’m not sexually experienced?” she asked. “Maybe I could teach you a few tricks.” What the hell was she talking about? The only moves Brynn knew were the ones she’d seen in pornos, most of which required a serious lack of inhibition and a lot of muscle control. But Iain’s arrogance had gotten the better of her.
“In spite of the fact that you were gagging for it five minutes ago,” he said, “you have an innocence about you. I think you could use a little corrupting.” He kissed her cheek, then moved away.
Brynn wanted to be corrupted. Just having Iain hold her down had been enough to let her fall over the edge into bliss. But she worked with him. For him. And he was too domineering outside the bedroom—which, if she were being honest, she kind of enjoyed—the rudeness, though, that she could live without.
While continuing this little encounter would be sexually gratifying, they weren’t a good match. Brynn was too much of a pushover and Iain would tromp all over her, wipe his feet on her feelings, and then do it again. It was simply his nature, like it was Brynn’s nature not to stand up for herself.
“When was the last time you had sex, Brynn? Are you taking precautions?”
She turned to find him completely dressed. Even his tie was knotted. Iain had something in his hand. It looked like a pair of dice.
Brynn didn’t want to discuss sex or birth control or what they had done five minutes ago on the rumpled bed. “It’s not going to happen again, so let’s not talk about it.”
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes. Extremely.”
“I had my fingers inside of you, pet. The time for embarrassment is over. And it is going to happen again, so answer the question.”
Brynn turned back to the closet, pulled a pink maxi dress off the hanger, and bit her tongue.
“You’re not a virgin, at least not technically. You have been with a man before, haven’t you, love?”
Brynn kept her back to him. “I’m not a virgin, but I don’t feel comfortable with this conversation.” She reached for a faded jean jacket when she felt his presence directly behind her once again.
Iain buried his face in her hair and breathed her in. “Brilliant. I want you so far out of your comfort zone, your head will spin. Now where do you want to eat?”
Brynn’s eyes drifted shut and she fought the urge to lean her head back, letting it rest on Iain’s solid chest. “I told you, I have plans.”
“Cancel them. You disappeared at lunch, so you owe me dinner.”
Turning, Brynn peered up at him. “Actually, I disappeared at lunch because we were supposed to be having a training session. You were so busy talking on the phone, I’m surprised you noticed I was gone.”
“Oh, I noticed. When the hostess said you’d left, I fired her on the spot.”
“What?” Brynn’s jaw fell open. “Firing people on a whim is a really crappy thing to do. This
“No, I don’t believe that. This was a onetime thing. I work for you. Personal and professional lines shouldn’t cross.” Brynn walked to the closet and yanked open the door, taking a second to secure the belt tightly around her waist. “Right now, I need to get ready, so if you could finish dressing, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Are you trying to dismiss me? You won’t get rid of me that easily. And I like crossing lines. I do it every chance I get.” With his shirt still undone, his feet bare, Iain padded toward her. “I’ll do things to your body that you’ve only dreamed about, Brynn Campbell. I can be your sexual facilitator.” He rested his hands on her waist.
Brynn’s fingers froze on the hanger, her mind spinning with possibilities. She’d done a whole lot of dreaming over the years. “Sex,” her voice cracked on the word. “Sex is the most primitive form of communication. I hardly need an instructor to figure it out.” He laughed again and pulled her backward, so that she rested against him. “What makes you think I’m not sexually experienced?” she asked. “Maybe I could teach you a few tricks.” What the hell was she talking about? The only moves Brynn knew were the ones she’d seen in pornos, most of which required a serious lack of inhibition and a lot of muscle control. But Iain’s arrogance had gotten the better of her.
“In spite of the fact that you were gagging for it five minutes ago,” he said, “you have an innocence about you. I think you could use a little corrupting.” He kissed her cheek, then moved away.
Brynn wanted to be corrupted. Just having Iain hold her down had been enough to let her fall over the edge into bliss. But she worked with him. For him. And he was too domineering outside the bedroom—which, if she were being honest, she kind of enjoyed—the rudeness, though, that she could live without.
While continuing this little encounter would be sexually gratifying, they weren’t a good match. Brynn was too much of a pushover and Iain would tromp all over her, wipe his feet on her feelings, and then do it again. It was simply his nature, like it was Brynn’s nature not to stand up for herself.
“When was the last time you had sex, Brynn? Are you taking precautions?”
She turned to find him completely dressed. Even his tie was knotted. Iain had something in his hand. It looked like a pair of dice.
Brynn didn’t want to discuss sex or birth control or what they had done five minutes ago on the rumpled bed. “It’s not going to happen again, so let’s not talk about it.”
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes. Extremely.”
“I had my fingers inside of you, pet. The time for embarrassment is over. And it is going to happen again, so answer the question.”
Brynn turned back to the closet, pulled a pink maxi dress off the hanger, and bit her tongue.
“You’re not a virgin, at least not technically. You have been with a man before, haven’t you, love?”
Brynn kept her back to him. “I’m not a virgin, but I don’t feel comfortable with this conversation.” She reached for a faded jean jacket when she felt his presence directly behind her once again.
Iain buried his face in her hair and breathed her in. “Brilliant. I want you so far out of your comfort zone, your head will spin. Now where do you want to eat?”
Brynn’s eyes drifted shut and she fought the urge to lean her head back, letting it rest on Iain’s solid chest. “I told you, I have plans.”
“Cancel them. You disappeared at lunch, so you owe me dinner.”
Turning, Brynn peered up at him. “Actually, I disappeared at lunch because we were supposed to be having a training session. You were so busy talking on the phone, I’m surprised you noticed I was gone.”
“Oh, I noticed. When the hostess said you’d left, I fired her on the spot.”
“What?” Brynn’s jaw fell open. “Firing people on a whim is a really crappy thing to do. This
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