Suddenly, my office door bursts open. I tear my gaze from my screen and find a panicked Kiera panting in the opening, her hazel eyes widening with each silent second that passes between us.
Oh, so this message wasn’t for me? Damn.
How do I know that whomever she plans to send this to will treat her well?
You don’t.
Fuck.
Not your problem. Not your concern.
But I can’t let her get into a potentially dangerous situation.
You also shouldn’t be rationalizing reasons to get her into your bed.
True. I should let her off the hook gently and go on with my life. Then I remember Amber’s wedding…and Jake suggesting last weekend that I take Kiera as my date.
At the time, I thought his idea was ludicrous. But now? Now that this beautiful woman is standing in front of me, wanting something I would kill to give her, could I possibly agree to this proposition? If I make contact with Maya again and resume negotiations, Kiera’s presence at my side will have benefited the company. Being with me could almost be described as an extension of her job. From that perspective, it makes sense to take my assistant as my plus-one.
That’s a huge stretch, pal.
I ignore my inner cynic and think about the merits of flashing a younger, far more beautiful woman to my bitch of an ex while taking advantage of the distinct possibility that Maya will attend the weddingwhileI have Kiera under me, teaching her the finer points of hooking up without holding on. I’ll get her out of my system, and we’ll go back to our simple boss-assistant relationship. No one will get hurt, and everyone will get what they want.
If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you.
The likelihood is that everyone gets hurt and this scheme blows up in my face.
“T-That email wasn’t meant for you,” she stammers. “I’m so terribly sorry, sir. It was unprofessional and inappropriate.”
As she continues to vomit more word salad, I stop listening and focus on those lush lips I want under mine so badly. I don’t care what will go wrong or how much I’ll regret it.
I want her.
“I’ll do it.”
“Y-you will?”
“If you want, yes.”
She blinks. “Why?”
Because you’re gorgeous, and I can’t stay away from you.
I clear my throat. “Close the door.”
Quickly, she complies with shaking hands, then turns to face me. “I don’t understand. Why would you…”
Want to fuck her? She has to ask? “Who did you intend to send this to?”
Kiera bites her lip like she’s horribly embarrassed. “I-I didn’t have anyone in mind. I couldn’t think of anyone. I was supposed to send it to my friend Kami to look over. Truthfully, it was kind of a joke, one that went wrong.”
I stare, turning her answer over in my head and trying not to celebrate the fact she seemingly has no man in her life or notice how adorable she looks when she’s unsure.
“So you don’t want to learn how to have good, noncommittal sex?” If she says she doesn’t, it’s going to be a huge letdown—way bigger than it should be. Mentally, I’ve already kissed her rosy bow of a mouth, stripped her lithe curves, and pleasured her until she screamed.
She blushes ten shades of red. “This conversation really is inappropriate.”
“Accident or not, we passed inappropriate when you sent me this email. Why don’t you try answering me? What do you have to lose?”