opened. Haley saw the shadow of Claire as she crossed the
room, then her heels were visible from where she was
crouched. She didn’t dare take a breath, even though her lungs
were screaming.
Claire pulled out the chair and sat down. She must have
been tired, because she didn’t even notice Haley until Haley
put her hands on her thighs. She grasped hard, pulling Claire
into the desk. She didn’t make a sound past the tiniest of
gasps.
She didn’t try to push back. Had she known Haley was
under there the whole time? Or was it more that Claire was too
trained to give away emotion, and that included surprise? She
hadn’t screamed. She did jerk hard, her muscles rippling under
Haley’s hands, which indicated that she was surprised.
“What are you doing?” Claire asked in a strained voice as
Haley pushed up the hem of her skirt. Luckily, it wasn’t a tight
pencil skirt. It was flowy and light, even if it was black.
Always black. If the color didn’t look so maddeningly good on
Claire, Haley would have informed Claire that color was the
spice of life.
“I want to do this,” Haley whispered. She wanted more than
that. More than her little mouse squeak. She wanted to be
brave. Bold. She wasn’t going to get anywhere if she couldn’t
wrestle back some of that icy control that Claire cloaked
herself in. “Please. Let me taste you.”
Haley felt the hesitation. She felt Claire go rigid, her heels
digging into the floor as her leg muscles tensed. She was going
to push back the chair and leave. She was going to push back
any second. Haley’s fingers tightened around Claire’s thigh
muscles, and holy shit, the woman wasn’t kidding when she