Is that really how you are going to greet me?” He pulled her closer.
Juliane pushed away from his embrace in mock indignation. “It is if you're going to keep showing up with that stubble. My skin is delicate. Scratches would show on my face for the rest of the day.”
“So I’ll just find some spot to kiss you that isn’t quite so noticeable.” Juliane’s senses squealed with excitement as Louis scooped her up. Continuing the motion, he swung her onto the top of the desk, launching the stack of applications into the air like feathers released during a pillow fight. Juliane gave up any appearance of displeasure. She wrapped her legs around Louis, her skirt hitching up and showing an indecent amount of thigh in the process. She felt like a wanton hussy and didn’t care. She dropped her hands back to support herself as she closed her eyes, abandoning all senses but the feel of his lips and his hands on her skin as they laid claim to all of her curves.
“Juliane, I don’t believe this is what the ACI signed for when they approved your request for an office space with additional privacy.”
Juliane’s eyes snapped open. It took a moment for her vision to clear, but when it did, her gaze fixed on Alan standing in the doorway. She had been so lost in the glorious sensation that she hadn’t heard the door opening. She had forgotten to lock it. Louis returned to an upright position but did so without urgency, making no effort to straighten either of their clothes. There was no hint of blush on his cheeks, and he left his shirt unbuttoned.
Juliane struggled to emulate his cool demeanor while attempting to stand back up, pull her skirt back down into position, and straighten her blouse. She accomplished none of these things with grace. Her legs felt like rubber, and she swayed while regaining her balance.
“Louis was just stopping by to update me on progress made supporting the headset project,” she announced, mentally kicking herself. You are pathetic , she thought to herself. It didn’t take a genius to see that what they were in the process of doing was anything resembling a progress report. She would have been better off owning the situation and daring Alan to judge her.
Louis's proximity had once again resulted in a surge of hormones at the expense of logic. Perhaps men were not be the only victims of blood loss within the brain while aroused. She caught sight of a wall calendar near Alan. As much as her libido was frustrated, it was a good thing that Louis’s business schedule would keep him occupied for the next several weeks; otherwise she might not be a contributing team member after all.
Alan snorted. “Oh, this is a business meeting?” He gestured at the papers littering the ground. “Remind me some time to check out your minutes. They are bound to be . . . informative.” Juliane glared at Alan but remained speechless, not trusting her ability to respond with a witty comeback in the present circumstances. Alan continued, “In any event, I need you to disentangle yourself away from your guest for a few minutes. We have some urgent business of our own to discuss.”
Juliane looked toward Louis. He answered by shrugging before walking back over to her desk chair, rolling it back into the corner and making himself comfortable once again. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just wait over here.”
Alan scowled. “This doesn’t concern you, Mr. Evans,” he said, emphasizing the mister as if it was the lowest of insults.
“I believe that the only business you and Dr. Faris have together is your work with the ACI, which makes it very much my concern. Or is there something more to your relationship you haven’t shared?” Louis's jovial expression had never left his face, but his eyes grew cold and steely.
Juliane met Alan’s gaze when it swung back her way with a smug smile. What woman wouldn’t feel appreciated by the occasional flare of jealousy? she thought to herself, yearning to resume their
Juliane pushed away from his embrace in mock indignation. “It is if you're going to keep showing up with that stubble. My skin is delicate. Scratches would show on my face for the rest of the day.”
“So I’ll just find some spot to kiss you that isn’t quite so noticeable.” Juliane’s senses squealed with excitement as Louis scooped her up. Continuing the motion, he swung her onto the top of the desk, launching the stack of applications into the air like feathers released during a pillow fight. Juliane gave up any appearance of displeasure. She wrapped her legs around Louis, her skirt hitching up and showing an indecent amount of thigh in the process. She felt like a wanton hussy and didn’t care. She dropped her hands back to support herself as she closed her eyes, abandoning all senses but the feel of his lips and his hands on her skin as they laid claim to all of her curves.
“Juliane, I don’t believe this is what the ACI signed for when they approved your request for an office space with additional privacy.”
Juliane’s eyes snapped open. It took a moment for her vision to clear, but when it did, her gaze fixed on Alan standing in the doorway. She had been so lost in the glorious sensation that she hadn’t heard the door opening. She had forgotten to lock it. Louis returned to an upright position but did so without urgency, making no effort to straighten either of their clothes. There was no hint of blush on his cheeks, and he left his shirt unbuttoned.
Juliane struggled to emulate his cool demeanor while attempting to stand back up, pull her skirt back down into position, and straighten her blouse. She accomplished none of these things with grace. Her legs felt like rubber, and she swayed while regaining her balance.
“Louis was just stopping by to update me on progress made supporting the headset project,” she announced, mentally kicking herself. You are pathetic , she thought to herself. It didn’t take a genius to see that what they were in the process of doing was anything resembling a progress report. She would have been better off owning the situation and daring Alan to judge her.
Louis's proximity had once again resulted in a surge of hormones at the expense of logic. Perhaps men were not be the only victims of blood loss within the brain while aroused. She caught sight of a wall calendar near Alan. As much as her libido was frustrated, it was a good thing that Louis’s business schedule would keep him occupied for the next several weeks; otherwise she might not be a contributing team member after all.
Alan snorted. “Oh, this is a business meeting?” He gestured at the papers littering the ground. “Remind me some time to check out your minutes. They are bound to be . . . informative.” Juliane glared at Alan but remained speechless, not trusting her ability to respond with a witty comeback in the present circumstances. Alan continued, “In any event, I need you to disentangle yourself away from your guest for a few minutes. We have some urgent business of our own to discuss.”
Juliane looked toward Louis. He answered by shrugging before walking back over to her desk chair, rolling it back into the corner and making himself comfortable once again. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just wait over here.”
Alan scowled. “This doesn’t concern you, Mr. Evans,” he said, emphasizing the mister as if it was the lowest of insults.
“I believe that the only business you and Dr. Faris have together is your work with the ACI, which makes it very much my concern. Or is there something more to your relationship you haven’t shared?” Louis's jovial expression had never left his face, but his eyes grew cold and steely.
Juliane met Alan’s gaze when it swung back her way with a smug smile. What woman wouldn’t feel appreciated by the occasional flare of jealousy? she thought to herself, yearning to resume their
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