“Honey. Darling. It’s
a term of endearment.”
She ignored the warm fuzzies his explanation aroused and tapped her bare foot on his plush carpet.
Aran wrapped his arms around her. Much as she struggled, his embrace felt good. It felt right.
“I’ll give you the interview. You won’t lose your job.”
“I can’t.” She squirmed, but he held tight. “I have to go. How can I do this interview now? How?”
Her body responded to him despite herself. His touch was magical. She craved it.
He kissed the top of her head and leaned down to her ear. “I never brought another woman to my bed, teerak.”
Moisture gushed between her legs. His voice, his words, his touch. Her senses unraveled. “But you…you…your…playroom.”
“That’s another matter. I’m not a monk. But my bedroom. My sanctuary. I saved it for when it felt right. And it felt right with you.”
It felt right. Exactly the words that had echoed through her own mind only moments before. She sank into him then, melding her body to his as he took her mouth in a searing kiss. They were both panting when she broke away.
“I can’t… I can’t be with someone who…that is…” She sighed. “We need to have a professional relationship. This is business. We need to… We need to forget this night ever happened, Aran.”
“Forget?” The breath of his words feathered against her skin. “I’ll never forget you, Heidi. I’ll give you the interview, but if you’re asking me to choose between a business relationship with you and a relationship of pleasure, I’m sorry. Business loses. Get someone else to do the interview.”
“I can’t. I’m here. Now. I have to do it.” She edged away from him, but he held her tight. “It was just a night, Aran. We don’t have a…relationship of any kind. It was fun, but—”
“Fun? That’s all this was to you?” Aran stepped away, and his dark gaze pierced Heidi. “I took you to my bed, where I’ve never taken another woman, and it was just fun for you?”
His beautiful eyes glazed over. She had hurt him. Worse, she had hurt him with a lie. It had been more than fun for her. Much more.
She sighed and touched his smooth cheek. “I’m sorry. It was more for me. You know it was. I-I don’t do things like this. I’m not usually so free with someone I just met. And the bondage—I know you were holding back for me. I know there’s more you wanted to do.” She paced across the room and then turned to look at him. “Let’s do the interview, okay? But if you want anything else, well…I’ll just lay my cards on the table, Aran. I need exclusivity in a relationship. You own a BDSM club. You do…God knows what with God knows who.”
He chuckled. “I should be insulted, but I can’t fault your observation. I’m a bit more discriminating than you think, teerak. And I have no intention of sharing myself in any way with anyone else while I’m with you.”
“So you want…”
“You. Only you, for now. I’ve never felt this strong of a connection before.”
Heidi’s heart lurched. “God. Neither have I.”
“Let’s go back to bed.”
“Okay. But I’m leaving in a few days.”
“If we still want each other in a few days, and I think we will, we’ll figure something out.”
A dreamy haze crept over Heidi. Figure something out. Was she willing to leave her home? Her career? Of course, Aran had lived most of his life in the states. Maybe he’d consider leaving.
Aran.
A sexy name for a sexy man. And he wanted her. An amazing model who had his pick of women in his club, and he wanted her. What the heck? She could spend a few days frolicking with a gorgeous man. And during these few days, would she be courageous enough to explore some more of his playroom? Her pussy quivered.
She exhaled a deep breath. “Okay. I’d like to spend some more time with you.
Aran’s teasing smile warmed her. “I’m glad, Heidi.”
“So then…” she hedged.