charge
of marketing, visibly paled and loosened his tie as though it was strangling
him. Anna would have felt sorry for him, had she not known exactly what was in
those files. She had been brought on board specifically to investigate the
apparent discrepancies in accounts. According to the computer records the firm
was thriving. However on paper the sums did not add up. As far as everyone else
was concerned Anna was just a P.A. In reality she had undertaken a
painstakingly thorough investigation, and all of her findings were in that
file.
Jonathan Symmonds had
insisted on hand-written paper records that could not be hacked into by the
powers that be, as well as a flash drive, which was already in his possession.
He smiled at Anna now, and gestured for her to sit down next to him at the oval
table dominating the room. Anna was only too happy to oblige, because that
smile alone had her knees knocking together.
The man was
devastatingly handsome close up. Piercing blue eyes ringed with heavy lashes
and surrounded by laughter lines seemed to see straight into her soul, and she
slid into the proffered chair with more haste than elegance. He kept one hand
on her shoulder, his thumb stroking her neck, and it took every ounce of
willpower to not lean into that slight touch.
What was wrong with her?
She kept her gaze focused on the pile of papers in front of her and licked her
suddenly dry lips. His scent surrounded her—not the expensive cologne one would
have expected—this was dry, earthy, essence of man that stirred something deep
inside her. She couldn’t hear a word of what he was saying to the assembled little
group. She was too focused on the simple act of just breathing, so aware was
she of the weight of his hand on her shoulder. Every slight scrape of his
perfectly manicured thumb across her neck sent tingles of awareness along her
nerve endings, and she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her body’s
reaction to his presence. Like shameless little come-get-me-beacons, her
nipples firmed and pushed against the lacy confines of her bra. Liquid pooled
between her thighs as she listened to his deep, commanding voice.
She breathed a sigh of
relief when he released her shoulder and sat next to her. He shuffled the
papers in front of him, frowning at something she had written over the top of
her report. A short lived reprieve, because he chose that moment to look up and
study her. Her lips parted, and she swallowed past the lump in her throat as
his gaze slowly travelled over her. As though it was his incredibly long
fingers trailing across her sweat-slicked skin, his gaze left gooseflesh in his
wake. She hastily dropped her crossed arms to her sides when he paused at her
breasts and raised just one thick eyebrow. Her breasts grew heavier and her
breathing shallow, and she grasped the armrest of her chair for support. The
rest of the room faded away under his silent regard. She clamped her thighs
together to relieve the delicious ache in her core, only to open them as wide
as her narrow skirt would allow, when he frowned again. His smile of approval
when he finally raised his gaze back up to her face had her insides melt with
joy.
“Good girl.”
The whispered words
seemed spoken straight in her head, and it was her turn to frown. How was that
possible? His lips hadn’t moved, had they? Or was she that far gone that even
that simple observation was beyond her?
Clearly it had been way
too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a
complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.
He turned his
attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding.
Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She
squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh
pulled her attention back to him.
“I would like
to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these
reports.” He shifted his hand higher
of marketing, visibly paled and loosened his tie as though it was strangling
him. Anna would have felt sorry for him, had she not known exactly what was in
those files. She had been brought on board specifically to investigate the
apparent discrepancies in accounts. According to the computer records the firm
was thriving. However on paper the sums did not add up. As far as everyone else
was concerned Anna was just a P.A. In reality she had undertaken a
painstakingly thorough investigation, and all of her findings were in that
file.
Jonathan Symmonds had
insisted on hand-written paper records that could not be hacked into by the
powers that be, as well as a flash drive, which was already in his possession.
He smiled at Anna now, and gestured for her to sit down next to him at the oval
table dominating the room. Anna was only too happy to oblige, because that
smile alone had her knees knocking together.
The man was
devastatingly handsome close up. Piercing blue eyes ringed with heavy lashes
and surrounded by laughter lines seemed to see straight into her soul, and she
slid into the proffered chair with more haste than elegance. He kept one hand
on her shoulder, his thumb stroking her neck, and it took every ounce of
willpower to not lean into that slight touch.
What was wrong with her?
She kept her gaze focused on the pile of papers in front of her and licked her
suddenly dry lips. His scent surrounded her—not the expensive cologne one would
have expected—this was dry, earthy, essence of man that stirred something deep
inside her. She couldn’t hear a word of what he was saying to the assembled little
group. She was too focused on the simple act of just breathing, so aware was
she of the weight of his hand on her shoulder. Every slight scrape of his
perfectly manicured thumb across her neck sent tingles of awareness along her
nerve endings, and she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her body’s
reaction to his presence. Like shameless little come-get-me-beacons, her
nipples firmed and pushed against the lacy confines of her bra. Liquid pooled
between her thighs as she listened to his deep, commanding voice.
She breathed a sigh of
relief when he released her shoulder and sat next to her. He shuffled the
papers in front of him, frowning at something she had written over the top of
her report. A short lived reprieve, because he chose that moment to look up and
study her. Her lips parted, and she swallowed past the lump in her throat as
his gaze slowly travelled over her. As though it was his incredibly long
fingers trailing across her sweat-slicked skin, his gaze left gooseflesh in his
wake. She hastily dropped her crossed arms to her sides when he paused at her
breasts and raised just one thick eyebrow. Her breasts grew heavier and her
breathing shallow, and she grasped the armrest of her chair for support. The
rest of the room faded away under his silent regard. She clamped her thighs
together to relieve the delicious ache in her core, only to open them as wide
as her narrow skirt would allow, when he frowned again. His smile of approval
when he finally raised his gaze back up to her face had her insides melt with
joy.
“Good girl.”
The whispered words
seemed spoken straight in her head, and it was her turn to frown. How was that
possible? His lips hadn’t moved, had they? Or was she that far gone that even
that simple observation was beyond her?
Clearly it had been way
too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could respond to a
complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.
He turned his
attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been holding.
Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned. She
squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her thigh
pulled her attention back to him.
“I would like
to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up these
reports.” He shifted his hand higher
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