Draco (Coded for Love 2)

And she was aroused, just as she had been when he locked her in against the wall in the side alley, the day before. Was this what it was going to be like? She certainly hadn’t prepared herself for being around such a good looking guy, one who had a sense of humor. She’d pictured herself herding an unwilling accomplice who needed to be reminded of the fee all the time. Draco might have been playing it nonchalantly, but he hadn’t even been in any hurry to take the advance fee from her hand the day before. It crossed her mind how opposed to the idea of doing anything that came close to hacking. He wanted to keep his record clean, and by the sounds of it the business with his stepbrother and Compton Finance had been a good warning to him. It made her trust him more readily than she might have, but he still had to be doing it for the money. It was up to her to make sure he didn’t get into trouble doing her bidding.

“Very good choice, if I might say so, Sir,” Carmichael said and took the three suits Draco had looked at, gesturing for him to follow as he went toward a curtained area on the far side of the room.

Lara sat down then shifted from her original position on the sofa, moving to one end, so she could see where they’d gone. Only when she’d done so, did she realize what she’d done. She had a clear view into the changing rooms. Before she had a chance to move back and pick up a glossy magazine on the coffee table, Draco started stripping off his T-shirt.

As he pulled the soft jersey over his head his muscular chest and arms were revealed, she was rooted to the spot.

He flicked back his hair as he cast the T-shirt aside and, as he did so, he locked her gaze to his. It was too late to look away. He knew she was watching and grinned at her.

Showing off, she thought to herself, but it tickled her. Grabbing a magazine, she flicked through it, but all of her attention was still on the dressing room area.

Slowly, he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and shucked them off, revealing tight black jockey shorts beneath. She swallowed, suddenly hot and restless. His thighs were solid, leanly muscled, hard and defined. She managed to stare down at the glossy magazine in her hands for what might have been two seconds or two minutes—she had no way of knowing—when she heard his voice.

“Any preference which I try first?”

He was standing close by, a suit in each hand.

He’d come all the way out to flaunt himself in front of her. She knew that, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at the suits because he was fully naked, bar those tight jockey shorts. Her gaze had locked on, even while she told herself to look away.

There was a six pack.

She blinked and stared some more, unable to do otherwise.

The effect it had on her was quite devastating, as if something inside her responded acutely and innately to the sudden and very real presence of pure masculinity. All her sensory awareness plummeted into her groin, where it simmered expectantly. She’d never seen a six-pack before. Not in the flesh, as it were. What would it be like to touch it? she wondered. To stroke her hand over the hard wall of his chest and then meander down to stroke those oh-so-delicious abs? As the question teased her conscious mind, her gaze followed the line down until it met the bulge in his jockeys and she blinked.

“Madam?”

“The blue one,” she blurted.

“They’re both blue.”

Silently berating herself, she told herself it didn’t really matter which he tried on first, and he knew that. Nodding her head in one direction, she tried to look at that suit. It was a lovely shade of blue. “I meant the darker blue one.”

He nodded and turned away.

She got an eyeful of the rear view.

His broad back looked sculpted, it was that honed.

The sight of his muscular buttocks in the clingy underwear made her whole body flash hot. Get a grip, she told herself, and stared out the window at the street outside, while she counted to ten. This was business.

When he returned, any sense of cool she’d gathered was shot down in a glance. He looked as if he’d stepped off the cover of a magazine—classy, handsome and smart. There was a sweet, questioning look in his eyes as he approached and it made her swoon. He wasn’t sure it looked right. Bless him.

Quickly, she smiled and nodded.

The truth of the matter was he was smart and well groomed anyway, but seeing him in an expensive suit set it all off, at least it did for her. Right then he could have walked in to any business organization anywhere in the world and been welcomed and accepted. She had to swallow hard while she tried to think of a more appropriate reaction than staring and drooling. “Great. Let me see you in the other one, the black one.”

Draco frowned.

Carmichael nodded. “Madam is right, the black will suit Sir even better than this one.”

Draco went back into the changing area. This time he omitted to close the curtain behind him. Whether by accident or on purpose Lara didn’t know. Or care, for that matter. Mesmerised by the sight of him shucking off the jacket and undressing, her skin needled with arousal, her breath catching in her lungs. His body was so alive and fit something very deep inside her fluttered vibrantly. Just then he turned to face her. His insinuating smile barely touched her conscious mind. He knew she watched, and still she couldn’t look away.

She reminded herself to keep a clear head. This was possibly the most important project she would ever undertake in her life and if she messed up, her relationship with her father would falter also. It was a sobering thought.

She’d addressed the possibility many times. If her father found out what she was doing and threw her out of the last, so be it. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to be part of his business empire anyway. It felt like being thrown crumbs from the table after so many years of being let in on the occasional visit. Meanwhile her brothers got treated to every possible foot up the ladder you could imagine.

Attention magnetized back to Draco, she caught him just in time as he threw aside the blue silk tie and went for the fly. He dropped the pants to his knees and went to step out of them. The assistant walked across her view, obscuring it for a moment, and she found herself leaning to one side trying to catch another glimpse. By the time the assistant moved, Draco was pulling on the second pair of trousers. She found herself witnessing him doing them up on the waist.