Moonlight flooded through the large glass doors that led onto the deck, and the candles from the table in the dining area beyond still burned. It gave a mysterious atmosphere to the occasion. Warren had put a CD on a portable player. The mellow music and the sound of the waves washing up on the shore beyond seemed only to emphasize the feeling of expectation that was building between them.
The place was sparsely furnished, with one sofa and a couple of patio chairs. Joe sat cross-legged on the floor. Warren took one of the patio chairs.
Anya settled onto the sofa with a cushion cradled against her hips and her legs curled under her, anticipation humming beneath her skin. ?Warren was right, you?re very talented. Did you always want to be a chef??
Joe nodded. ?I used to compete with both my mother and my grandmother for time in the kitchen. I?m half Italian, and it was hard to muscle in there when the women were in charge.? He winked.
As he chatted on about his beginnings as a chef, Anya studied him. She could see the Italian heritage, despite his London accent. He was a warm, friendly man easygoing. While he?d prepared their meal, he?d been happy to share his secrets with her in the kitchen. His liberal sense of humor quickly warmed her, and for several moments at a time she almost forgot that Warren was nearby, watchful and predatory. It wasn?t something that could be forgotten for long, though.
?You must be a special woman,? Joe commented. ?I?ve known Warren for over ten years and I?ve never been introduced to one of his lady friends before.?
?She is special, very special.? Warren?s eyes were dark and hooded as he spoke. His presence filled the room: powerful, and totally in control.
The very look of him made Anya feel ready for hot sex, let alone the potential setup. Testosterone filled the atmosphere. She was ready.
?You make a great couple,? Joe added casually, before draining his glass.
Warren seemed to tense. ?We?re just having some fun here.?
Anya?s fingers tightened on the cushion she held. Was this just about sex games to him? Was that what she was about to find out tonight, that he was attracted to her because of her kinky sex fantasy?
Joe stared at Warren, a disbelieving look of amusement on his face. ?You?re kidding me, right? You two are??
?Joe,? Warren interrupted, ?leave it.? He flashed Joe a warning glance, and then stood up and strode quickly across the room, reaching for the wine bottle that Joe had left on the mantel. He topped up their glasses.
Joe watched, and then shrugged. ?We?ll see,? he commented, and then looked at Anya with curiosity.
Anya smiled at him, hoping that she didn?t look too wistful. She already cared too much for Warren, and his reaction only confirmed what she felt deep down?that he wasn?t a ?couples? kind of man. She?d never seen him in a couple, nor had anyone else at the office. He wasn?t a boyfriend sort, and he?d obviously been attracted to her because he?d heard about the threesome fantasy. Well, she thought, taking a deep breath, whatever the reason for their affair she was going to make the most of it.
The conversation moved back onto safer ground, but she could see curiosity lingered in Joe?s expression. He reached over and changed the CD on the stereo, and then resumed his cross-legged pose on the floor, somewhat nearer to her. It was as if he sensed something was hovering in the atmosphere. It would be hard to miss it.
?So you two work together, that?s how you met?? Joe asked.
Warren nodded. Immediately, Anya sensed the shift in him, as if he were edging closer to his goal.
Joe winked at Anya, and smiled. ?It must be hard to get the work done, looking at such a gorgeous woman wanting her.?
?You nailed it.? A brooding, almost rueful smile passed over Warren?s face.
Anya chuckled. It was like being privy to their male conversation about her: flattering, but somehow dangerous, nonetheless.
Joe?s eyes narrowed. He hesitated a moment and then added another comment. ?Don?t you want to touch her, like all the time??
Warren nodded and took a deep breath. ?Oh, yeah, touch her, kiss her bend her over her desk and lift her skirt up so I can stroke my hand over the curve of her arse. She has the most gorgeous arse I?ve ever seen.?
Anya?s breath was trapped in her lungs, and she looked from one to the other of them, desire pounding inside her.
Joe ran one hand round the back of his neck. ?Jesus, Warren.?
?That need only got worse,? Warren continued, ?once I had tasted her.?
Anya was learning so much about his reaction to her, and every word he spoke unleashed another wave of physical need deep at her center.
Warren sighed aloud, before he continued. ?Walking into the office is now a liability because I want to hold her and taste her.? He shook his head, eyes locked on hers. ?She has the most succulent mouth . You should try it,? he added.
That was it.
He slipped it in as if it were most natural thing in the world to say, and then he raised his wineglass to his mouth and took a swig.