A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

Then along came the spider. And Boot Boy. Was it really a coincidence?

He works for the enemy. This is not your guy.

She snagged a pair of folded jeans from the top of her dresser and was stepping into them when she saw him at her door. His presence filled the room without him having to step inside. His knuckles were white where they gripped the wood frame, his face flushed as if he’d been for a run.

“Are you okay?” she asked. He looked too healthy to be having a heart attack, but Cameron Locke would probably charge her with murder if his worker bee died within an hour of arrival. “Do you need to sit down or maybe have a glass of water?”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled. He was staring at the jeans halfway up her legs and he stifled an animal sound that cause a flood of heat between her legs. “Cover yourself.”

Oh.

It wasn’t a heart attack—it was desire.

“It’s a good thing I’m not insecure,” she said as she pulled her jeans higher on her thighs, breathlessly aware of those avid eyes raking over her. The muscles flexing in his arms as he rocked toward her. That pipe he was packing in his jeans…for her. He was fighting it, holding back the same way she was, most likely for the same reasons. But he did want her. It hadn’t been a test.

At least there was that.

“You’ve stopped again, Ms. Wagner.”

The words held enough of a plea for her to do as he asked, but now her hands felt clumsy. Sweaty. She managed to tug the jeans up over her hips, only stilling her usual hop, yank and jiggle for an instant when she heard him groan.

Damn it, why did he have to work for Locke?

“There,” she said as she fastened the button. “Wonder Woman has left the building. Feel better now?”

“Not at all.”

Neither did she. The denim was rough and unwelcome against her skin. She wanted to take it off again, but she ignored the impulse, snagging her light cardigan from its nearby hook and slipping it on for extra protection.

“Unfortunately, we can’t go back in time and forget how you found me. Now I’m embarrassed, you’ve seen me in my underwear and we both know you squeezed the merchandise. I think our best move is to embrace the humor of the situation and forgive each other for our lack of late-night decorum. I won’t tell your boss if you don’t.”

“You mean your boss.” Silver sparks of warning lit his eyes. “The boss.”

Wow, okay. No jokes about the boss.

She ran her fingers through her hair and grimaced at the tangles she found. “No disrespect intended.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Of course.” She stared at him in frustration, stepping closer. “You’re going to need to give me a minute. Pikeson was my boss for ten years, so this is a big change for me. On top of that, I’ve heard Locke has a tendency to lose interest in new purchases as fast as he makes them, often at the cost of long-term employees. Since I love this place and I’d like to keep my job for the foreseeable future, I’m sure you get why I might be taking a wait-and-see approach.”

“That argument sounds reasonable,” he said through his perfect teeth. “Unless your hesitation stems from resentment that you couldn’t come up with the capital yourself. Someone might wonder if you were holding a grudge.”

“Someone might wonder?” Pikeson had known about her desire to buy this place for years. She’d been sure he was warming up to the idea of a payment plan when Locke tossed a pile of money in his direction and spoiled her plans. But grudge? That was a little harsh.

“I got my hopes up, I admit it. But I’m glad Pikeson got what he wanted, and my plan is still on track, so there are no hard feelings.”

She had some hard feelings, but it was late and she didn’t want to give him any more ammunition to use against her. “I’ll assure Mr. Locke myself when he joins us tomorrow. Would a morning meeting work for him? I have a deal with a local bakery that makes the best muffins and breakfast burritos you’ve ever tasted.”

“Trying to get rid of me now that your feet are on the ground?” His predatory smile made her nipples hard. Damn, this man packed a punch.

“Not at all,” she lied. “But if Mr. Locke is in town, I think we should wait and sort out any issues he has in person.”

He snagged her cardigan and tugged, pulling her slowly toward him. She’d already been gravitating in his direction, drawn to him despite everything.

“What are you doing, Boot Boy?”

What she wanted him to be doing was dirty and sweaty and possibly illegal in some states. It definitely wasn’t a good idea, yet she knew he was thinking the same thing.