time.
“What are you doing here? No one mentioned you were waiting to see me.” He lifted his brow.
It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when so much of him was still on display. “I just…I just came by to see—” She swallowed and tried to remember what the hell she was supposed to say if she got caught.
“To see?” He prompted her with a smile. She figured he knew she was having a hard time but was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.
Disgusted with her feminine parts, she sent all sexual thoughts to the deepest, darkest part of her brain. Her old crush on him had died a quick and silent death back in her teenage years.
“I came to ask if you’d decided to help me get my story.” Her voice sounded firm, and she squashed any notion of seeing what lay under the tiny towel.
He took a step closer and she one back. The back of her knees hit a sofa, and she fell back into the cushioned seat. His face was tense.
Her pulse jumped into a crazy gallop. Never had she seen him look so severe and, damn it, it turned her on.
“Why would I do that?” His voice deepened to a low rumble.
Something, very much like panic, pushed her to get away from him. Never one to fear, she got angry instead. “Look, I came to give you a second chance at helping me. You know I will get into that party, and when I do, I’m writing about every single thing I see there. This is your one chance to have some say on what I put down on paper.” She stood and walked toward the door of the office and then turned to face him. “So, what will it be?”
“I said no, and I meant no. That party is not the kind of thing you should be going to.”
“You hypocrite! You sent Cole an invite, and yet I can’t get one?”
He clenched his jaw. “Your brother is a grown man.”
“And what the hell am I? I’m not a little girl anymore. I know what I’m doing.” She grabbed the door handle and glared at him. “I’m going, whether you like it or not.”
He gripped her arm. Her eyes met his in an angry battle of wills.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret, Chris.”
Unsettled by his touch, she shook her arm out of his hold. “Life’s too short for regrets.” She walked out and toward her car without a single look back.
Down the street, she waited until the lights to his office turned off and then quietly went back to retrieve her bag.
* * *
Chris glanced down at the slinky, baby doll dress and wanted to fold her arms over her chest. She nibbled her lip. Damn, she looked like overweight, trollop Barbie. Why, oh why, did she decide to want this story? Because once she’d learned Drex didn’t want her there, it became her life’s mission to get inside.
“Are you sure we’re supposed to wear this?” She gazed at Lacey in the mirror. The other woman didn’t look much happier than she did.
Lacey’s face creased in disgust. “Yes, I told you it’s mandatory all women wear this type of dress and no underwear.”
Both women were taking a huge risk at being found out if either Cole or Drex saw them. Neither had been invited, and both were probably on the unwanted guest list. Lacey had gotten masks the same type all the others were supposed to wear.
“Lacey, I’m so grateful for your help, but are you sure you want to do this? If Drex finds out—”
“He’ll probably have a heart attack, but I don’t care. I’m tired of arranging this thing every year for him and then getting treated like a leper when I ask him if I can come. ‘This isn’t your type of thing, Lace.’ What the hell do either of them know what my type of thing is?” The blonde’s voice rose.
“Yeah, I know.” Her own frustration skyrocketed as she thought of the two men.
“Can you believe Cole had the audacity to tell me I wouldn’t know what to do in that kind of party? I’ll show him.” Lacey seemed particularly upset with Cole, but he was macho enough to piss off the most even-tempered nun. It was the reason he and
“What are you doing here? No one mentioned you were waiting to see me.” He lifted his brow.
It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when so much of him was still on display. “I just…I just came by to see—” She swallowed and tried to remember what the hell she was supposed to say if she got caught.
“To see?” He prompted her with a smile. She figured he knew she was having a hard time but was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.
Disgusted with her feminine parts, she sent all sexual thoughts to the deepest, darkest part of her brain. Her old crush on him had died a quick and silent death back in her teenage years.
“I came to ask if you’d decided to help me get my story.” Her voice sounded firm, and she squashed any notion of seeing what lay under the tiny towel.
He took a step closer and she one back. The back of her knees hit a sofa, and she fell back into the cushioned seat. His face was tense.
Her pulse jumped into a crazy gallop. Never had she seen him look so severe and, damn it, it turned her on.
“Why would I do that?” His voice deepened to a low rumble.
Something, very much like panic, pushed her to get away from him. Never one to fear, she got angry instead. “Look, I came to give you a second chance at helping me. You know I will get into that party, and when I do, I’m writing about every single thing I see there. This is your one chance to have some say on what I put down on paper.” She stood and walked toward the door of the office and then turned to face him. “So, what will it be?”
“I said no, and I meant no. That party is not the kind of thing you should be going to.”
“You hypocrite! You sent Cole an invite, and yet I can’t get one?”
He clenched his jaw. “Your brother is a grown man.”
“And what the hell am I? I’m not a little girl anymore. I know what I’m doing.” She grabbed the door handle and glared at him. “I’m going, whether you like it or not.”
He gripped her arm. Her eyes met his in an angry battle of wills.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret, Chris.”
Unsettled by his touch, she shook her arm out of his hold. “Life’s too short for regrets.” She walked out and toward her car without a single look back.
Down the street, she waited until the lights to his office turned off and then quietly went back to retrieve her bag.
* * *
Chris glanced down at the slinky, baby doll dress and wanted to fold her arms over her chest. She nibbled her lip. Damn, she looked like overweight, trollop Barbie. Why, oh why, did she decide to want this story? Because once she’d learned Drex didn’t want her there, it became her life’s mission to get inside.
“Are you sure we’re supposed to wear this?” She gazed at Lacey in the mirror. The other woman didn’t look much happier than she did.
Lacey’s face creased in disgust. “Yes, I told you it’s mandatory all women wear this type of dress and no underwear.”
Both women were taking a huge risk at being found out if either Cole or Drex saw them. Neither had been invited, and both were probably on the unwanted guest list. Lacey had gotten masks the same type all the others were supposed to wear.
“Lacey, I’m so grateful for your help, but are you sure you want to do this? If Drex finds out—”
“He’ll probably have a heart attack, but I don’t care. I’m tired of arranging this thing every year for him and then getting treated like a leper when I ask him if I can come. ‘This isn’t your type of thing, Lace.’ What the hell do either of them know what my type of thing is?” The blonde’s voice rose.
“Yeah, I know.” Her own frustration skyrocketed as she thought of the two men.
“Can you believe Cole had the audacity to tell me I wouldn’t know what to do in that kind of party? I’ll show him.” Lacey seemed particularly upset with Cole, but he was macho enough to piss off the most even-tempered nun. It was the reason he and
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