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Compromising Her Position (Compromise Me 1)

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“I’m confident I can handle you.”

“I’m counting on it. My questions pertain to the master suite. Please go there.”

Chapter Eleven

Chelsea walked toward the bedroom on unsteady legs. Her heart pounded. She didn’t know how far he intended to take this game, or how far she was willing to go. All she knew was she felt like playing. “Okay. I’m in the master suite. I’m staring at a hand-carved canopy bed.” Her fingertip itched to trace the intricate scroll winding along one of the four posts.

“Tell me about the view.”

“The view?” Maybe they weren’t playing the same game after all?

“I imagine there’s a view from the master suite?”

She tugged the pulls until the drapes whooshed open, and then she stared out at the setting sun. “Yes. The room features a floor-to-ceiling ocean view, similar to what you get in the main living area.”

“Sounds nice. It’s probably dark now, though.”

“Almost.”

“Can you see your reflection in the glass?”

“I can…” Where was this going?

“What are you wearing?”

Now she smiled. “Really? We’re down to that?”

“It’s a simple question.”

“White blouse, navy blue skirt, navy heels.”

“High heels?”

“I’m five feet, five inches tall. I take all the extra height I can get.”

“Thank you. Go sit on the bed please.”

“Wait a second. What are you wearing?” She’d never done this before, but a mutual exchange of information seemed reasonable.

“Santa suit.”

“Very funny.” For some reason, she envisioned him in his tux, which seemed equally unlikely, but sexy as hell. “Okay. I’m sitting on the bed.” She bounced a bit, and then glanced up at the canopy and saw her reflection staring down from the large mirror mounted there. “Oh, for heaven’s sake.”

“Problem, Miss Wayne?”

The amusement in his voice touched off tingles in overly sensitive territories. She had to give herself a moment before she replied. “No.” The word sounded thick to her ears. She cleared her throat. “I just hadn’t noticed before. The bed has an interesting feature.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“There’s a mirror directly above me.”

“That is interesting. You see yourself sitting on my bed, perhaps in the very place I’ll be soon.”

His words were hushed, but the implication came through loud and clear—where we’ll both be soon. She could almost see him there with her. Leaning in, lowering her to the mattress. Removing her clothes. A pulse began to throb between her legs.

“Any other interesting features I should know about?”

She looked at the slender, turned posts of the bed with new eyes, and swallowed hard as her imagination looped a couple of silk ties around them. “N-nothing springs to mind.”



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