body in such a way that there were no longer very many secrets between them, disappearing into the bathroom.
Then he’d exited the restroom, not dressed, and giving her a clear outline of the rest of his…secrets, in addition to sculpted abs and chest, dusted with just the perfect amount of dark hair.
He was like a walking female fantasy, conjured from her most base desires. A real man, with hair and muscles and all the good things that came with a healthy dose of testosterone.
She’d never craved those things before, not at a real visceral level, not like the sight of him made her crave them.
Because she didn’t let herself. She hated to admit it. She liked to pretend that Michael, that the assault, didn’t matter in a sexual context. Because in her head she knew sexwasn’t like that. She knew that most men wouldn’t hurt her like that. She knew it.
But a part of her didn’t truly believe it. And avoiding sex, and men who wanted it, was so much easier than dissecting how she felt.
So, since guys were hardly beating down her bedroom door, it had been easy to let it go and simply fantasize in private when any needs arose. It was safe that way. She didn’t have to depend on anyone. She didn’t have to trust anyone.
That was the big one.
But Ferro was making her wonder if it was worth the risk to have contact with a body like that. He wouldn’t hurt her, or force her. She knew that much.
And hey, maybe he liked her, too. He had kissed her, after all, and he had to have felt something.
Not that she
liked him
liked him. She just thought he was hot. Totally different from
liking
him. She wasn’t a dumb girl with a crush. She was a woman. With needs. She wanted to ravish him, not date him.
She pushed her chicken breast across her plate with her fork. It was time for lunch and the wedding was starting in just a couple of hours. And rather than thinking of her employee on her special day, all she could think about was Ferro’s muscles. Pathetic. Completely pathetic.
She didn’t even like the man. Except she was almost starting to.
But she didn’t really know him. She knew that. She really did. And yet, she couldn’t seem to remember when she was with him. When she was with him, she bought into the smiles. The laughter.
She was seriously pathetic.
Ferro had skipped the lunch, citing work related issues, and that was just fine with her, because she needed the break.
A Ferro break. Wow, she remembered the days, sweet,recent days, when a Ferro break was just needed because she couldn’t deal with his pranks and smugness and general jerkishness.
Now she needed a Ferro break so her neglected hormones could calm down and stop panting after him for attention. Not happening. Nope.
Because if she gave in to this weird, crazy desire for him it would ruin…it would ruin…nothing. Absolutely nothing. She didn’t like him. He didn’t like her. They were rivals bent on taking each other down and right now they were on nothing more than a temporary break from trying to obliterate each other professionally.
So sleeping with him would destroy absolutely nothing. They had no chance at a relationship anyway. She didn’t even want one with him.
Her realization almost made her dizzy.
Except, she wasn’t really the sort of woman who would sleep with a guy she knew she wasn’t going to end up with. Was she?
But she also couldn’t see ever trusting someone enough to have an actual relationship. And she knew she didn’t want to be used for her money, and guys that were just after her for what she could buy them? Those guys were easy to deny. They were ineffective and basically sexless in her eyes.
But Ferro? Ferro didn’t want her money. If he wanted to sleep with her then he would at the very least really want her and not just her status.
Heck, her status meant nothing to him. And anyway, they were already using each other to get a business deal, sans sex, so the using would be physical using, which, as long
Then he’d exited the restroom, not dressed, and giving her a clear outline of the rest of his…secrets, in addition to sculpted abs and chest, dusted with just the perfect amount of dark hair.
He was like a walking female fantasy, conjured from her most base desires. A real man, with hair and muscles and all the good things that came with a healthy dose of testosterone.
She’d never craved those things before, not at a real visceral level, not like the sight of him made her crave them.
Because she didn’t let herself. She hated to admit it. She liked to pretend that Michael, that the assault, didn’t matter in a sexual context. Because in her head she knew sexwasn’t like that. She knew that most men wouldn’t hurt her like that. She knew it.
But a part of her didn’t truly believe it. And avoiding sex, and men who wanted it, was so much easier than dissecting how she felt.
So, since guys were hardly beating down her bedroom door, it had been easy to let it go and simply fantasize in private when any needs arose. It was safe that way. She didn’t have to depend on anyone. She didn’t have to trust anyone.
That was the big one.
But Ferro was making her wonder if it was worth the risk to have contact with a body like that. He wouldn’t hurt her, or force her. She knew that much.
And hey, maybe he liked her, too. He had kissed her, after all, and he had to have felt something.
Not that she
liked him
liked him. She just thought he was hot. Totally different from
liking
him. She wasn’t a dumb girl with a crush. She was a woman. With needs. She wanted to ravish him, not date him.
She pushed her chicken breast across her plate with her fork. It was time for lunch and the wedding was starting in just a couple of hours. And rather than thinking of her employee on her special day, all she could think about was Ferro’s muscles. Pathetic. Completely pathetic.
She didn’t even like the man. Except she was almost starting to.
But she didn’t really know him. She knew that. She really did. And yet, she couldn’t seem to remember when she was with him. When she was with him, she bought into the smiles. The laughter.
She was seriously pathetic.
Ferro had skipped the lunch, citing work related issues, and that was just fine with her, because she needed the break.
A Ferro break. Wow, she remembered the days, sweet,recent days, when a Ferro break was just needed because she couldn’t deal with his pranks and smugness and general jerkishness.
Now she needed a Ferro break so her neglected hormones could calm down and stop panting after him for attention. Not happening. Nope.
Because if she gave in to this weird, crazy desire for him it would ruin…it would ruin…nothing. Absolutely nothing. She didn’t like him. He didn’t like her. They were rivals bent on taking each other down and right now they were on nothing more than a temporary break from trying to obliterate each other professionally.
So sleeping with him would destroy absolutely nothing. They had no chance at a relationship anyway. She didn’t even want one with him.
Her realization almost made her dizzy.
Except, she wasn’t really the sort of woman who would sleep with a guy she knew she wasn’t going to end up with. Was she?
But she also couldn’t see ever trusting someone enough to have an actual relationship. And she knew she didn’t want to be used for her money, and guys that were just after her for what she could buy them? Those guys were easy to deny. They were ineffective and basically sexless in her eyes.
But Ferro? Ferro didn’t want her money. If he wanted to sleep with her then he would at the very least really want her and not just her status.
Heck, her status meant nothing to him. And anyway, they were already using each other to get a business deal, sans sex, so the using would be physical using, which, as long
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