Tension and need thrummed between her legs. “No I really can’t.”
He stared at her, then glanced back at the office. “Concentrate. Look at your screen, not at me.”
She felt light-headed because he moved the pad of his finger right into her groove. He paddled his fingers against her clit and the sensitive folds surrounding it. The contact was too good. Her hips rolled into his hand, her body rocking in the chair. Shocked, her eyes clamped shut. “If someone sees this, I’ll die!”
“Let rip. It’ll be our secret.”
His voice, it did bad things to her. He stroked her faster still.
A sweet, sudden orgasm hit her.
She heard Susanna’s voice in the distance.
Opening her eyes, she caught Draco’s wicked smile as he withdrew his hand from between her open legs. “Told you. Our secret. I promised I’d keep you safe.”
He kept saying that, and she wanted to believe him. On all fronts.
His phone bleeped. It was a well timed distraction. It gave Lara a moment to pull herself together.
“Crap,” Draco murmured.
She scarcely regained her breathing from the sweet orgasm he’d given her, and now she was wondering what he had going on. “Problem?”
“My Nan’s in hospital.” He continued to stare at his phone.
“Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you need to go? If you do I’ll clear it with Susanna and my dad.”
“No. She’s going to be okay. Rowan just wanted me to know.” He pocketed his phone. “If she’s still in hospital at the weekend, I’ll head over there.”
“Really? You’re sure?”
He nodded. “I’ll call Rowan later. Right now I’m needed here, to look after your needs.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Don’t wind me up. We’ll never finish this database.”
She could see the shadow in his expression though. He was worried about family stuff.
“I could finish the database in less than an hour with one hand tied behind my back. I’m only stringing it out as cover, as you so rightly suggested.”
His remark was unusually flippant, as if he wasn’t thinking about what he was saying, his mind on family stuff. She was about to quiz him about the remote project, then Susanna strolled by.
Eyes front, she left it hanging.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After the first few days in the office Draco relaxed into the environment at Compton Finance, no longer feeling as if he had to look over his shoulder, or get ready to be frogmarched out of there. It could still happen, but he was going to enjoy this while it lasted.
Susanna, their line manager, called by morning and afternoon to give them company news—inclusive to them even though they were temps—and to see how the new database was going. Draco felt part of the workplace. He was even getting to know some of the other people working there. It was a new experience for him, having an-almost regular type of her a job, or at least a taste of one. He’d taken up plenty of jobs over his time since leaving home, labouring, computer restoration, rebuilding systems after crashes, even little bits of bespoke software. Good earners, all of them. Nothing that fitted the bill of nine-to-five work in a defined workplace. Bizarrely, and unexpectedly, he found he enjoyed it.
He put it down to Lara. There was a real appeal about the regular hours though. He watched the other workers, wondered what they did, and found them on the staff list on the intranet, matching jobs with faces. Some of the jobs sounded really interesting. IT of course, but also the edgy challenging stuff, like working the company patch at the stock exchange.
If it had been a regular student placement, he might have asked to tag along to get a taster of it, but he didn’t want to make Lara worry about his motives, and she would. Besides, she appeared to have got into her head he had to be supervised at all times, which he found highly amusing. It was easy to distract her, with flirtation and seduction. On that score he’d be
en proved right. His very first reaction to her was the feeling she wanted to be seduced. She did. So was he just the lucky guy, or was it really about him?
The voice in his head reminded him it was all about the danger for her, and hunger for risk was at the core of her interest. He was an outlaw in her mind, and she flirted with the notion as much as with him as a person. At first it didn’t bother him, but his ego wanted to believe it was more, that it was personal.
His phone bleeped, a text message from Rowan.