The Billionaire's Secretive Enchantress (The Berutelli Escape) by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

in any way.
    Sierra drove away, watching him through her rear view mirror as he stood in the parking lot watching her until she turned the corner. 
    She then focused all of her energy on driving home .

Chapter 4
     
    Sierra pushed her hair off of her face with impatience, wishing she’d taken the time to pull it back.  She couldn’t figure out this tricky area and she needed to make this perfect.  She wasn’t going to admit to herself that she wanted to impress Drake with her ideas.  They’d been working with each other for over a week now and things were moving quickly on the project, but even better, she’d been able to avoid any personal conversations with the man.  It had been difficult the first few days because they’d been working on the project, but she’d been creative in her efforts, suspecting that he was even amused at times. 
    Her impatience now was only because this was a fantastic opportunity and she wanted to do it right.  It could have a significant impact on her career so she couldn’t mess this up. 
    “What are you doing here on a Saturday?” Drake’s deep voice said from her office doorway.
    Sierra spun around, her eyes widening as she took in his jeans and flannel shirt.  She’d thought he looked great in a suit but boy!  He looked especially sexy with the flannel pulled across his shoulders and jeans that weren’t too tight but looked soft and well worn.  Comfortable. 
    Couldn’t the man wear a sack for her sake?  And why was he here today?  She was normally alone when she came into the office on the weekends.
    She eyed him warily as he stood in the doorway, her mind flashing back to t he kiss they’d shared last week.  But she’d had several days to get over the impact of his kiss, she told herself.  She could handle him today.  She’d have to! 
    She sighed and pulled her eyes away from the man who had bothered her sleep for so many nights she was actually feeling sleep deprived.  There were some moments lately that the only reason she was standing was because of coffee.  “I’m trying to tweak some ideas I had last night.”
    Drake was no longer standing in her doorway but the only way she knew that was because he had walked over to stand beside her, his shoulders bumping her own and his large body causing a shadow to fall over her work.  “From the designs you’ve submitted so far, I know you’ll do an excellent job.  What are you so worried about?” he asked, his finger running over the designs as he traced her changes.
    She almost gasped at the image of his finger on her paper.  Instantly, the thought of that same finger running down her arm or her leg, or even her stomach, caught her imagination and she couldn’t think for a long moment.  Couldn’t even breathe. 
    When she didn’t respond, he looked back at her, trying to find out what was wrong.  But the look in her eyes, the softened mouth, lips that were slightly parted and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts under the soft, yellow sweater caused him to ignore the designs and turn to face her fully. 
    “Sierra, I’m going to kiss you,” he said by way of a warning.
    Sierra heard the words and knew from the last time he’d kissed her that she should pull away.  She should run or at least tell him that she didn’t want him to do anything to her, much less kiss her.  But she couldn’t move, couldn’t stop him as his hands moved to her waist.  She looked up at him, her eyes watching his progress as he slowly, so painfully slowly, lowered his head.  Was he waiting for her to stop him?  To push him away?  She could no more stop him than he could stop the earth from spinning or the sun rising over the horizon each morning.  It was as if this moment, this caress, was meant to happen and she’d been waiting for it ever since their last kiss.  So much had happened, but it all came down to this kiss at this particular time.
    She held her breath as she waited for his lips.  When she