pulled her closer until she was almost in his arms. Although her head was spinning, she knew she was exactly where she had most wanted to be. The sensation was too much.
Really, she needed to sit down for just a minute. There was no air in this hallway. Her eyes rolled back and she drifted out.
* * * *
Dash felt another strong tug on his arm and turned to speak sharply, but Sara was ash white and sagging. He swore, quickly tossing the phone to Carolyn, and swung Sara up into his arms.
He started back to his office with his precious bundle, cursing luridly in the gentlest voice he could manage. Carolyn put the phone to her ear and joined the conversation with Isaac without missing a beat, just as he knew she would. She understood security, knew what to expect, and would be pleased that her new friend would finally be getting the help she so desperately needed.
Chapter 2
Striding into his office, Dash nudged the door shut with his foot before depositing his armful of woman on the leather sofa. The poor little thing was coming around now, moaning and rolling her head. He got an ice-cold lime soda out of his fridge and popped the top. Easing her up with one brawny arm behind her head, he put the can to her lips.
“Try to take a sip, honey,” he murmured, keeping his voice to a deep, soothing rumble..
She managed to swallow some soda as he tipped the can repeatedly, eyes fluttering open as the sugar started to hit her system. She gazed at him with such trust, letting him support her head, his hand buried in her silky hair.
She had the most beautiful hair, he thought absently, so soft and baby fine. The golden wisps moved with each breath because he was so close to her, but he couldn’t move away. Not now, maybe not ever. She needed him now, not only to protect her, but to show her how much pleasure a man could bring to his woman. And make no mistake, she was going to be his.
It might take some time to convince her, but he was in her life to stay. The only thing that could stop him was if she said no. Then he would back off, but he had seen the hint of warmth behind the shyness in her eyes, and he didn’t think she would refuse him if he could just find the right approach. He sometimes caught her watching him, and the combination of curiosity and feminine heat in those big, dark eyes was enough to drive him out of his mind.
* * * *
Sara pushed herself up against the back of the couch, taking the cold can of soda from Dash’s hand and sipping cautiously. She studied the can, refusing to look at her most perfect fantasy on his knees before her.
Her hands were trembling, but it wasn’t from fear now. Not with Dash so near that she could count his lush, black eyelashes. Those angel-blue eyes had lured her in the very first day. Eyes like that, a deep, dark voice, and the widest shoulders of any man she had ever seen. It was overkill. And he towered over her five-four frame by nearly a foot.
The shivers that his large size caused in her were not from fear, though—not remotely.
Sara had been hiding her deep attraction for him, knowing firsthand how the act didn’t live up to the advertising in the sex game. Oh, Martin had seemed to enjoy it well enough, but not Sara. It was only one of the reasons she had finally left Martin. He had blamed her for the failure, and she had believed he was right. She wasn’t like other women, he said. She was too delicate, too refined to be truly passionate, he said, and he liked her that way.
But she didn’t like it, didn’t feel comfortable with it, and so she had left, thinking to live alone. The idea held some appeal. Martin couldn’t seem to understand that she was serious about their break-up, so she eventually changed cities, changed jobs, and generally tried her best to disappear. Out of sight, out of mind, she was hoping.
But when she looked at her new boss, or stood close enough to feel the heat from his big body, or smelled his musky male scent when he came in
Really, she needed to sit down for just a minute. There was no air in this hallway. Her eyes rolled back and she drifted out.
* * * *
Dash felt another strong tug on his arm and turned to speak sharply, but Sara was ash white and sagging. He swore, quickly tossing the phone to Carolyn, and swung Sara up into his arms.
He started back to his office with his precious bundle, cursing luridly in the gentlest voice he could manage. Carolyn put the phone to her ear and joined the conversation with Isaac without missing a beat, just as he knew she would. She understood security, knew what to expect, and would be pleased that her new friend would finally be getting the help she so desperately needed.
Chapter 2
Striding into his office, Dash nudged the door shut with his foot before depositing his armful of woman on the leather sofa. The poor little thing was coming around now, moaning and rolling her head. He got an ice-cold lime soda out of his fridge and popped the top. Easing her up with one brawny arm behind her head, he put the can to her lips.
“Try to take a sip, honey,” he murmured, keeping his voice to a deep, soothing rumble..
She managed to swallow some soda as he tipped the can repeatedly, eyes fluttering open as the sugar started to hit her system. She gazed at him with such trust, letting him support her head, his hand buried in her silky hair.
She had the most beautiful hair, he thought absently, so soft and baby fine. The golden wisps moved with each breath because he was so close to her, but he couldn’t move away. Not now, maybe not ever. She needed him now, not only to protect her, but to show her how much pleasure a man could bring to his woman. And make no mistake, she was going to be his.
It might take some time to convince her, but he was in her life to stay. The only thing that could stop him was if she said no. Then he would back off, but he had seen the hint of warmth behind the shyness in her eyes, and he didn’t think she would refuse him if he could just find the right approach. He sometimes caught her watching him, and the combination of curiosity and feminine heat in those big, dark eyes was enough to drive him out of his mind.
* * * *
Sara pushed herself up against the back of the couch, taking the cold can of soda from Dash’s hand and sipping cautiously. She studied the can, refusing to look at her most perfect fantasy on his knees before her.
Her hands were trembling, but it wasn’t from fear now. Not with Dash so near that she could count his lush, black eyelashes. Those angel-blue eyes had lured her in the very first day. Eyes like that, a deep, dark voice, and the widest shoulders of any man she had ever seen. It was overkill. And he towered over her five-four frame by nearly a foot.
The shivers that his large size caused in her were not from fear, though—not remotely.
Sara had been hiding her deep attraction for him, knowing firsthand how the act didn’t live up to the advertising in the sex game. Oh, Martin had seemed to enjoy it well enough, but not Sara. It was only one of the reasons she had finally left Martin. He had blamed her for the failure, and she had believed he was right. She wasn’t like other women, he said. She was too delicate, too refined to be truly passionate, he said, and he liked her that way.
But she didn’t like it, didn’t feel comfortable with it, and so she had left, thinking to live alone. The idea held some appeal. Martin couldn’t seem to understand that she was serious about their break-up, so she eventually changed cities, changed jobs, and generally tried her best to disappear. Out of sight, out of mind, she was hoping.
But when she looked at her new boss, or stood close enough to feel the heat from his big body, or smelled his musky male scent when he came in
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