Mastered By The Boss by Opal Carew Page B

on the
second floor, he had an excellent view of her sexy, scantily clad
body. Her shapely legs were so long they seemed never-ending, and
he could imagine them wrapped around his waist. The slit on the
skirt flashed creamy thigh as she danced. And her breasts—lifted
high and pushed forward in the leather bra—sent his cock
twitching.
    God, he had to have this woman.
    * * *
    Kali followed the man she’d been dancing with off
the floor. She had never met him, but recognized him as Mr.
Lawrence, director of the research department. He’d introduced
himself as Rene. When he’d asked her name, she’d lied, saying it
was Cindy, because she didn’t want anyone figuring out who she
really was. She was sure she wasn’t supposed to be at this party.
It was the first name that had popped into her head, probably
because of Serena’s earlier remark about Cinderella.
    “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Lawrence asked with a
smile.
    “Um… yes, a daiquiri please.”
    He moved through the crowd toward the bar. She stood
awkwardly, glancing around. Serena had gone off to find Mr.
Jameson. Kali had seen them on the dance floor for a bit, but then
they’d disappeared.
    She hated standing here alone, feeling conspicuous.
Then she felt a presence behind her. Good, Mr. Lawrence was back
with her drink.
    She turned around with a smile on her face, but then
her eyes widened when she saw that it wasn’t him, but Ryan Blair
who stood before her.
    “Are you enjoying the party?” he asked.
    She nodded, not wanting to speak. Her voice would
surely give her away.
    “Are you here with someone?”
    She shook her head. That’s when Mr. Lawrence
appeared with her drink.
    “Oh, Ryan. Do you know Cindy?” he said as he handed
her the frosty glass.
    She took a long sip, trying to quell her
nervousness.
    “No.” Mr. Blair took her hand and pressed it to his
lips, sending heated tremors through her entire body. “My
pleasure.”
    Then his gaze shifted to Mr. Lawrence and the man
nearly stepped back at the possessive this-one’s-mine glint in Mr.
Blair’s eyes.
    “I think Turner was looking for you,” he said to Mr.
Lawrence.
    “Really? If you’ll excuse me, I should go find
him.”
    “Of course,” Mr. Blair said.
    Mr. Lawrence glanced apologetically at Kali and she
nodded. He turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving her alone
with Mr. Blair. She took another sip of her drink, eyeing him
nervously. Did he know who she was? If he did, he gave no
indication.
    “Would you like to dance?” He held out his hand.
    She stared at it for a moment, then finally rested
her hand on his. The physical contact threw her totally off
balance, tingles dancing through her, and when his fingers closed
around hers, heated awareness flickered through her.
    She took a last sip of her drink and placed it on a
passing waiter’s tray as Mr. Blair led her to the dance floor.
Before she knew it, his arms swept around her and her body pressed
close to his as he swirled her around the floor. The soft wool of
his jacket brushed against the naked swell of her breasts and her
nipples hardened at the contact.
    She breathed in his spicy male scent, sending her
heart fluttering. He was so big, so utterly masculine.
    “So Cindy,” he murmured against her ear, his breath
sending goose bumps dancing across her neck. “You’re dressed as a
sub. Does that mean you enjoy being dominated?”
    She lifted her head in surprise at his brashness,
but froze when faced with his charming smile. Her heart pounded in
her chest and she wanted…no needed… so badly to have more than this
brief contact. She yearned to live out her fantasy of being with
him. Even just once.
    He still stared at her expectantly and she knew he
was waiting for an answer. At a loss, she just nodded.
    His smile spread wider. He turned her around, then
rested his hands on her shoulders and guided her from the floor,
walking behind her. Once they were off the dance floor, he leaned
in close, his lips