The Secretary's Bossman Bargain
Without removing his eyes from her, he also said, “Brief me on the new stipulations when they’re in.”
In unison, the lawyers expressed their agreement and dispersed.
Without the buffer of their presence, there was nothing to pry those jealous black eyes from hers, no shield from the scorching possessiveness flickering in their depths.
Suddenly breathless, Virginia wondered if the blouse she wore today might be too white, or a little sheer? If her skirt was too short, her hair too unruly, the silver hoop earrings inappropriate for Fintech?
Meanwhile Marcos was the epitome of the worldly businessman.
He filled his black Armani like it had been tailor-made for those broad, square shoulders, which tapered down to his lean waist and narrow hips.
God! She could not believe the dark, breathtaking creature before her was her lover from Mexico.
Suddenly, as their gazes held, their eyes screaming with something dark and sinful, Virginia was certain the entire room thought she had slept with him. They say she’s his lover…
Please, God, let no one ever know.
“Marcos,” she said, moderating her tone. “I’m sorry I’m late, but I—”
Hands planted on the desk, Marcos stretched his arms out and in a single fluid move leaned forward. As his face neared her, Virginia saw Mrs. Fuller’s eyes turn to saucers, and Lindsay almost fell back in her chair.
When the tip of his nose almost touched hers, she could focus on nothing else but six feet three inches of Marcos Allende. He ducked his head.
“Do you remember our deal?”
The murmur couldn’t have been heard by anyone else. But she felt as if the clock, the world, stopped.
The feel of his breath on her face sent a torrent of warmth through her singing veins. “Yes, of course, I remember.”
He leaned back a bit, regarding her as though he expected the same illumination he seemed to have experienced to have struck her, too. “After-work hours were included, weren’t they?”
She couldn’t explain the thrill she experienced, this inspiring and overwhelming happiness. He was asking for more, more from her, and not until this moment when she had his full attention had she realized how thirsty she’d been for it. “They w
ere. Why do you ask? Is it that you need some assistance?”
His smile, slow in reaching completion, was meltingly sexy. “I do.”
They say she’s his lover…
She was plunging into a bottomless pit where surely there was nothing but heartache, and still, her blood was thrilling in her veins. “I’m always happy to be of assistance.”
He gazed directly at her—the intent in his eyes unmistakable. “Be certain you present yourself at my apartment this evening. There’s much to do.”
She flushed beet-red, and scribbled in a yellow Post-it, Is this what I think it is?
He read it and tucked the note into his jacket, not before stroking her thumb with his, and sent her a look of such emotion and longing she almost wept. “Six p.m. sharp, Miss Hollis. I’m afraid it’s an all-nighter.”
He’d already started for his office when she blurted, “I can handle all-nighters.”
“Good. This one’s particularly hard.”
When the doors closed shut behind him, whispers erupted, and Mrs. Fuller jumped to her feet and raced toward her in a flurry of mortification.
“Virginia. Please don’t tell me this is what I think it is.”
Heart pumping irregularly, Virginia grabbed her notepad. “I’d better go. The sales projections start in a few minutes and Marcos will want my notes.” Oh, God, they had seen and heard all that, hadn’t they?
Virginia, like putty in his hands. Marcos, suggesting she go to his place to…to…behave wickedly.