Temperatures Rising by Brenda Jackson Page A

her?”
    “Yes.”
    This, he thought, was getting good. “And just how was she encouraged?” He could feel the vibes coming from her, and she wasn’t a happy camper.
    “When she said she was coming to your club tonight, you told her to do that and that the club could use the business. Not only was such a statement unprofessional, but since you haven’t purchased any advertisement time for your club, it was unethical.”
    Terrence looked down at his shoes. He could deal with a lot, but for someone to take him to task for something as silly as this was a waste of his time. He had come into her office to kiss her, not to tangle with her, although he would just love tackling her to the floor about now and working that skirt up her waist, getting rid of her panties and—
    “Just so you know, I’m going to mention the incident to Warrick when he returns, since you report directly to him. But in the meantime, until he gets back I’d appreciate it if you’d conduct yourself appropriately,” she interrupted his thoughts by adding.
    He shook his head, deciding she really did need to use her lips and tongue for something other than talking.
    “Conduct myself appropriately?” he asked, as if savoring each word, every single syllable.
    “That would be appreciated.”
    With an inward sigh, he straightened his tall frame and crossed the floor to cover the short distance separating them. “And you’re upset because a woman came on to me?”
    “That’s not it at all. Women can do what they want to you or with you. That’s not my concern, although I’m curious as to how many of our listeners will show up tonight at your club to see for themselves just how you conduct yourself with her. She’s been calling in for practically every show. Everyone knows the only interest she has in sports is you.”
    He reached out and pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. “And this bothers you.” It was more a statement than a question, and he knew she would take it as such.
    Sherri rolled her eyes. “Don’t try making this personal, Terrence.”
    He smiled. “I don’t have to make it personal since you’re doing a very good job of it for me. Would itmake you feel better if I told you that I don’t plan on going to the club tonight?”
    “It doesn’t matter to me what you do.”
    A devilish gleam appeared in his eyes. “In that case, I’ll see you later tonight.”
    Sherri blinked, certain she had missed something along the way. “Excuse me?”
    “No need, you didn’t do anything.”
    She took a step, got in his face. “And what makes you think you can just come over to my place?”
    Terrence couldn’t stop smiling. She looked cute when she was angry. “Because you said you don’t care what I do,” he reminded her. “On that note, I might as well take it a little further, since it seems you’re mad at me anyway.”
    Before a frown could set in her face, Terrence lowered his head and took her mouth, laying claim to whatever biting words she was about to say, effectively wiping them from her lips. Once his tongue slid into her mouth, her response was instantaneous. And when his tongue began moving around her mouth in long, fluid strokes, he heard her moan.
    The sound made fire gush through his bloodstream, and he reached out and placed his arms around her waist to draw her closer. He then shifted his hand to cup her backside, liking the feel of thatpart of her in his hand even through her clothes. His tongue had been playing a cat-and-mouse game with hers, and when it was finally within her grasp, she surprised him and sucked on it in a way that nearly brought him to his knees. But he refused to buckle. He needed to stand upright to torment her mouth the way she was tormenting his.
    The palm of his hand glided sensuously back and forth over her cute bottom, kneading it tenderly, while at the same time the hardness of his erection pressed against her stomach. An ache throbbed to life inside him, and it wouldn’t