vaguely aware that her own anger wasn’t just about him jeopardizing this deal for personal reasons. That it had something to do with the thought of not seeing him again.
“Angry?” His smile widened. “I’m not angry. What I am is late. So if you’ll excuse me.” He shook her hand away and pushed his chair back.
Dammit, he couldn’t leave.
Acting purely on instinct, Victoria stepped between him and the meeting room table. Then she pushed herself up so she was sitting on the edge, directly in front of him, and placed one stiletto-clad foot, then the other, on the arms of his chair. Caging him in the chair.
Donovan stilled, shock tightening the lines of his face. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I told you we weren’t done and we’re not.”
Anger flared across his features, a brief, bright flame. Then it was gone and he was smiling that smile again, the one she’d come to despise. Gradually the tension left his body and he sat back in the chair, his gaze dipping down to where her skirt rode up to her thighs. Where no doubt he had the perfect view of her panties.
“Nice,” he drawled. “So what are you offering to make me stay? Another blow job? Because that might work, though I’m not making any promises.”
He was doing it again. He was deflecting her with that horrible smile and that playboy facade.
“Shock tactics won’t work on me, Mr. Morrow,” she said coolly. “I thought you would have learned that by now.”
He lifted his hands and all the air disappeared from her lungs, as he wrapped his fingers around her ankles on either side of him, then slid them higher up her calves. “Then clearly I need to be more shocking.”
Heat flashed through her, her skin prickling, an ache beginning to build between her thighs.
“Shall I fuck you right here, Victoria?” Donovan murmured, his thumbs sliding back down to caress her ankles. “Or should I just walk away? Leave you sitting here on my meeting room table?”
She tried to calm her racing heartbeat. “You’d better make sure you can walk away before you make ultimatums like that.”
He laughed. “You think I can’t? Just watch me, sweetheart.” His fingers tightened around her left ankle and he pulled it off the arm of the chair, rising to his feet.
Oh, hell.
Taking a breath, she put one hand behind her and leaned back. “I suppose you could leave,” she said, hoping she sounded calm and in charge. “Alternatively you could stay and watch me instead.”
And there it was. The merest flicker in his gaze, but she caught it. Knew he’d heard the heat she’d let deliberately bleed into her voice. “Stay and watch you do what?”
She swallowed, her heart racing. Because she knew how she could win this. Make him stay. Make him do whatever the hell she wanted him to do. And the thought of it thrilled her, excited her in a way she didn’t quite understand.
Slowly, she let her legs fall open a little wider and watched as his gaze dipped again, as if drawn helplessly between her thighs.
“You think I’d give that away?” she said, her voice not quite as steady as it had been. “I’m a businesswoman, Mr. Morrow. Negotiation is my middle name. If you want to find out, you’ll have to stay.”
“It’ll have to be quite a show, Ms. de Winter.”
She met his gaze. Held it. “Oh, I assure you, it will be.”
He hesitated a moment more, then, with an easy movement, sat back in the chair, placing her foot once more on the arm. “Then by all means. Entertain me.”
Perhaps she was mad to consider what she was considering. She’d never done it before, after all. And yet she wanted to. Make this arrogant playboy sweat. Make him see that while she could walk away from him, he couldn’t walk away from her.
Acknowledge that she was the one who wielded the greater power.
Her heart beating even faster, Victoria eased her skirt up, allowing her knees to fall open wider. He didn’t move but his jaw tightened as his attention
“Angry?” His smile widened. “I’m not angry. What I am is late. So if you’ll excuse me.” He shook her hand away and pushed his chair back.
Dammit, he couldn’t leave.
Acting purely on instinct, Victoria stepped between him and the meeting room table. Then she pushed herself up so she was sitting on the edge, directly in front of him, and placed one stiletto-clad foot, then the other, on the arms of his chair. Caging him in the chair.
Donovan stilled, shock tightening the lines of his face. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I told you we weren’t done and we’re not.”
Anger flared across his features, a brief, bright flame. Then it was gone and he was smiling that smile again, the one she’d come to despise. Gradually the tension left his body and he sat back in the chair, his gaze dipping down to where her skirt rode up to her thighs. Where no doubt he had the perfect view of her panties.
“Nice,” he drawled. “So what are you offering to make me stay? Another blow job? Because that might work, though I’m not making any promises.”
He was doing it again. He was deflecting her with that horrible smile and that playboy facade.
“Shock tactics won’t work on me, Mr. Morrow,” she said coolly. “I thought you would have learned that by now.”
He lifted his hands and all the air disappeared from her lungs, as he wrapped his fingers around her ankles on either side of him, then slid them higher up her calves. “Then clearly I need to be more shocking.”
Heat flashed through her, her skin prickling, an ache beginning to build between her thighs.
“Shall I fuck you right here, Victoria?” Donovan murmured, his thumbs sliding back down to caress her ankles. “Or should I just walk away? Leave you sitting here on my meeting room table?”
She tried to calm her racing heartbeat. “You’d better make sure you can walk away before you make ultimatums like that.”
He laughed. “You think I can’t? Just watch me, sweetheart.” His fingers tightened around her left ankle and he pulled it off the arm of the chair, rising to his feet.
Oh, hell.
Taking a breath, she put one hand behind her and leaned back. “I suppose you could leave,” she said, hoping she sounded calm and in charge. “Alternatively you could stay and watch me instead.”
And there it was. The merest flicker in his gaze, but she caught it. Knew he’d heard the heat she’d let deliberately bleed into her voice. “Stay and watch you do what?”
She swallowed, her heart racing. Because she knew how she could win this. Make him stay. Make him do whatever the hell she wanted him to do. And the thought of it thrilled her, excited her in a way she didn’t quite understand.
Slowly, she let her legs fall open a little wider and watched as his gaze dipped again, as if drawn helplessly between her thighs.
“You think I’d give that away?” she said, her voice not quite as steady as it had been. “I’m a businesswoman, Mr. Morrow. Negotiation is my middle name. If you want to find out, you’ll have to stay.”
“It’ll have to be quite a show, Ms. de Winter.”
She met his gaze. Held it. “Oh, I assure you, it will be.”
He hesitated a moment more, then, with an easy movement, sat back in the chair, placing her foot once more on the arm. “Then by all means. Entertain me.”
Perhaps she was mad to consider what she was considering. She’d never done it before, after all. And yet she wanted to. Make this arrogant playboy sweat. Make him see that while she could walk away from him, he couldn’t walk away from her.
Acknowledge that she was the one who wielded the greater power.
Her heart beating even faster, Victoria eased her skirt up, allowing her knees to fall open wider. He didn’t move but his jaw tightened as his attention
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