Seduced by the American Millionaire by Lynda Chance Page B

and a phone. She crossed the room and picked up the phone.
    Richard followed her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. As always, it locked automatically. He watched her drop the phone and turn all in one movement. Holy shit, this close up she was a babe. She looked good from across a room, but this close up she was walking sex. Everything about her was feminine. About five foot four or five, she was slim and tempting. Her shirt was tight across the chest, and her tits were small and totally succulent. Succulent. Yeah, he wanted to suck them, for sure. His brain seemed to shut down as his body took over. He felt the blood flow to his cock, and his hands fisted in anticipation. One thing his brain had told him before it shut down, was that she wasn't a cop. A cop would never look scared shitless.
    The phone slid from Jenny's hand and the dial-tone sounded loud and out of place. She reached for the desk with one hand to balance herself as she tried to take in what she was seeing. She stopped breathing altogether as she saw the mobster leaning against the closed door. Fear slithered down her spine. Oh my God, he was huge. Just huge. He was tall and broad. He was wide. Wide shoulders like a line-backer. Jenny's brain felt scrambled and confused as she took a huge breath and began dragging oxygen into her starved lungs.
    "What the hell are you doing with my phone? " Jenny flinched from his bark and felt her limbs stiffen as he walked toward her. She stood there, numb, as he put the phone back on its cradle. He was six inches away from her. She could smell him. He smelled good. An intoxicating mixture of male aggression and hot sexuality enveloped her senses. He smelled male, powerful, and dangerous. He smelled like she wanted to have sex with him. What the hell? Where had that come from? She never imagined having sex with strangers. Kissing them? Kissing them, yes. She thought about that a lot. But her mind shied away from anything more. But now this. This man, big and mean and scaring the shit out of her. And she was thinking about sex?
    Jenny heard a phone buzz in his pocket. He put it to his ear and listened. He stared straight at her. She couldn't break eye contact. He spoke into the cell phone. "Yes. Handle it. " He paused to listen before issuing more instructions. "No, Goddamnit. We've given him all the chances he's going to get. Do it. " His words were clipped and biting. They engendered panic within her.
    Richard ended the call and turned his attention to her. He reached out a hand to touch her hair. She flinched away from him.
    Crap, man. Calm down. Just because he wanted to stick his dick in her didn't mean he had to scare her to death. He didn't want her to leave before he got it into her. He attempted to gentle his voice. "Sweetheart, who are you trying to call? "
    Jenny took a breath and tried to think. "I was--no. Nobody. Sh--she said that I had a phone call. "
    Richard looked at the woman in front of him. She was nervous. She was sexy. She was his next fuck.
    "She must have been mistaken. I wanted to talk to you alone. That's all. " His voice was smooth. Deep and dark. It flowed through her veins like whiskey.
    "Wh--why? I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything wrong. " Agitation laced her words.
    "No. You didn't do anything wrong, " he agreed.
    She looked at the door. She felt powerless and distrustful of his motivation. But she was enticed by his scent and held in place by his masculine presence.
    Jenny tried to absorb the conversation. "Talk. That's all? " The mobster smiled. She watched his hand reach out in slow motion and pick up a lock of her hair. Her breathing fractured. They stood in silence as he rubbed her hair between his thumb and fingers. He tugged slightly. She stumbled. He reached out and steadied her. At the feel of his arms on hers, sexual excitement screamed through her. This could not be happening.
    "Well, now that you mention it. That's probably not all I'd like to do to you. "