It’s too important to me.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. “And I’m not willing to compromise on my stand either. We will just have to get to know each other better so you can prove to yourself that I am not like those others. We will have a good marriage, Clarissa.”
She glared right back at him, her eyes shooting darts in his direction but he’d appeared to calm down much more easily than she had. “Then I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”
“Exactly. You set a date.”
Her fists curled into balls at her side. “No. It means you’ll call your driver and he’ll take me home. Or I’ll call a cab.”
Max shook his head as well. He was leaning toward her, trapping her against the sofa in an effort to press his will upon her. “I won’t allow you to fall into another man’s arms, Clarissa. You’re mine.”
She gasped in shock, her hand coming up to cover her chest as if to ward off his horrible words. “I’m not!”
He took an intimidating step closer. “Want to challenge me on that?”
His anger hadn’t scared her but the new look in his eyes, the one that told her she should be very careful about what she said for the next few minutes, definitely made her wary now and she took a step back, shrinking slightly as his height and breadth seemed to take up all the available breathing room. “No. But you don’t control me. I won’t fall under your commands. Save your orders for your employees. I think you have enough of them.”
His smile was slow and seductive and Clarissa’s stomach muscles clenched as he walked forward. “You’re going to marry me, Clarissa,” he stated firmly. “But in the mean time…” he started to say but didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pulled her gently but firmly into his arms, one finger under her chin as he lifted her head to kiss her.
As soon as his mouth touched hers, Clarissa was lost. His mouth moved slowly over hers, causing her senses to swim and her body to move closer to his. When he felt her give in, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and Clarissa could feel his arousal, which only heightened hers. This was what she’d been anticipating and she wasn’t disappointed.
He didn’t touch her in any other way but Clarissa’s arms lifted so her hands tentatively touched his shoulders. As his mouth slanted across hers, his tongue touched her lips and she happily opened her mouth, granting him access. His tongue moved in, seducing just as his body was doing.
Clarissa could hardly breathe and her arms crept up higher, her fingers daring to touch the skin above his collar. He felt hot to her touch and the combination of his body against hers, her fingers on his skin and his mouth ravaging hers, she whimpered with her need to find out more, to learn more and discover the next step. She wanted to feel it all and know how it would feel to have Max touch her, move his hands along her body.
Instead, he pulled away. “Come out with me tomorrow,” he said with a husky voice, his hands resting on her waist only long enough to ensure that she was able to stand before he stepped away from her.
Clarissa watched in frustration and confusion as he moved to his cell phone and called his driver. “Tomorrow?” she asked, still not sure why he’d stopped kissing her. She reached behind her, placing her hands on the sofa in an effort to steady herself.
“Yes. I have tickets to the ballet tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight. Will that be okay?”
She shook her head, trying to follow along with the conversation. “I don’t understand. You want to marry me; I don’t want to get married. I want to have an affair with you but you won’t do that. And yet you still want me to attend the ballet with you?”
He spoke into the phone for a moment before snapping it shut and turning back to her. “That about sums it up.” He tossed his
He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. “And I’m not willing to compromise on my stand either. We will just have to get to know each other better so you can prove to yourself that I am not like those others. We will have a good marriage, Clarissa.”
She glared right back at him, her eyes shooting darts in his direction but he’d appeared to calm down much more easily than she had. “Then I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”
“Exactly. You set a date.”
Her fists curled into balls at her side. “No. It means you’ll call your driver and he’ll take me home. Or I’ll call a cab.”
Max shook his head as well. He was leaning toward her, trapping her against the sofa in an effort to press his will upon her. “I won’t allow you to fall into another man’s arms, Clarissa. You’re mine.”
She gasped in shock, her hand coming up to cover her chest as if to ward off his horrible words. “I’m not!”
He took an intimidating step closer. “Want to challenge me on that?”
His anger hadn’t scared her but the new look in his eyes, the one that told her she should be very careful about what she said for the next few minutes, definitely made her wary now and she took a step back, shrinking slightly as his height and breadth seemed to take up all the available breathing room. “No. But you don’t control me. I won’t fall under your commands. Save your orders for your employees. I think you have enough of them.”
His smile was slow and seductive and Clarissa’s stomach muscles clenched as he walked forward. “You’re going to marry me, Clarissa,” he stated firmly. “But in the mean time…” he started to say but didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pulled her gently but firmly into his arms, one finger under her chin as he lifted her head to kiss her.
As soon as his mouth touched hers, Clarissa was lost. His mouth moved slowly over hers, causing her senses to swim and her body to move closer to his. When he felt her give in, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and Clarissa could feel his arousal, which only heightened hers. This was what she’d been anticipating and she wasn’t disappointed.
He didn’t touch her in any other way but Clarissa’s arms lifted so her hands tentatively touched his shoulders. As his mouth slanted across hers, his tongue touched her lips and she happily opened her mouth, granting him access. His tongue moved in, seducing just as his body was doing.
Clarissa could hardly breathe and her arms crept up higher, her fingers daring to touch the skin above his collar. He felt hot to her touch and the combination of his body against hers, her fingers on his skin and his mouth ravaging hers, she whimpered with her need to find out more, to learn more and discover the next step. She wanted to feel it all and know how it would feel to have Max touch her, move his hands along her body.
Instead, he pulled away. “Come out with me tomorrow,” he said with a husky voice, his hands resting on her waist only long enough to ensure that she was able to stand before he stepped away from her.
Clarissa watched in frustration and confusion as he moved to his cell phone and called his driver. “Tomorrow?” she asked, still not sure why he’d stopped kissing her. She reached behind her, placing her hands on the sofa in an effort to steady herself.
“Yes. I have tickets to the ballet tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight. Will that be okay?”
She shook her head, trying to follow along with the conversation. “I don’t understand. You want to marry me; I don’t want to get married. I want to have an affair with you but you won’t do that. And yet you still want me to attend the ballet with you?”
He spoke into the phone for a moment before snapping it shut and turning back to her. “That about sums it up.” He tossed his
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