Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

“You’re one the most influential customers we have. Half of your company comes over for drinks and food and you keep our catering staff busy. What if we—it just wouldn’t work.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m Georgia Barrows and you’re Maximus F. Chapel.”

I laughed. “Did you Google me?”

“Of course I did!”

Her outburst made me smile wider. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You and I do not fit. At all. And besides, I do not have time in my life for anything even remotely resembling...whatever this is.”

“Fucking?”

Her eyes widened.

“It’s what it was.”

She pushed me back and slid off the hood. “Exactly. I don’t fuck strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger.” I quickly took care of the condom and tied it off. I rescued my suit jacket before it fell onto the concrete. I used my pocket square to hide the evidence and tucked it away before zipping up and fastening my belt.

Her cheeks flushed as I snapped out my jacket. It smelled of her. Tangerines and heat and sex. I had a feeling it would never get dry cleaned.

My shirt fell over her hips as she looked down at what I’d done to her. Her pantyhose were absolutely destroyed. Shredded edges fell down her calf to pool at her ankles. She reached out to lean on me and her fingers met with my naked belly.

She tried to pull back, but I’d angled myself in front of her car so she had no choice but to accept my assistance. I crooked my arm so she could hold onto my forearm as she took off her shoe and pulled off what was left of her stockings. She stepped back into her shoe and did the same with the other. “I can’t even wrap my head around what we just did.”

I curled my arm around her waist and pulled her flush with me. “We had an incredible experience.”

“And what?” She looked up at me.

Here, up close when the adrenaline wasn’t hazing every detail, I saw just how tiny she was against me. Her head didn’t even reach my shoulder with the ankle-breakers she wore. Those damn shoes drove me mad, to be perfectly honest. She wasn’t fragile, but she was incredibly small.

I could have taken her again. Right here. Right now.

I didn’t need the out of control danger aspect of what had happened earlier to want her again, but it had heightened everything. It had also broken through a lot of the barriers we’d allowed between us.

But it felt like a door was appearing. And she was going to hide behind it at any moment.

“I want more of it, Georgia.”

“This is crazy. I have to make a report, I have to go cancel my cards and reboot my entire life. For God’s sake, he even has my phone. I can’t deal with this now.”

I unearthed my phone. “Start here.”

She shook her head. “I need to go home. To find all the numbers and... I just have to go.”

She was shutting down.

I knew it.

The door was closing and I had no idea how to stop it.

She backed up and bent to retrieve her keys. At least the thief hadn’t gotten away with those too. “I have to go, Ma—Mr. Chapel.”

“No.” Her gaze swung to me, a little startled at my sharp voice. Good, because she needed to know that we weren’t going back to the status quo. “You don’t get to call me that after what we just did.”