“So do you,” she replied mentally fanning herself.
He leaned around her and closed the door. His warm scent surrounded her, making the back of her neck tingle with excitement. “I would give much to see you like the model in the painting.” His breath whispered against her cheek. “I have a fascination to see you stretched out. Let me paint you.”
“Like that?” she asked, nodding her head toward the nearest canvas. She stood taller. “I don’t think so. I have a reputation to uphold.” Oh, but I wouldn’t mind letting you fuck me. Shit. Well, if we didn’t have to work together.
He caressed her arm, running his fingertips up and down her skin. “I can visualize the strands of your hair flowing over your plump breasts, your tight nipples peeking through as your body spasms on the desk.”
“The desk.” She bit her lip. Her knees turned to jelly forcing her to lean again the door for support. She wanted him on the desk surrounded by art and books. Her pussy clenched. “No.” Her voice squeaked in her protest. Somehow, she had to remain professional.
“You would have to keep on your heels, of course.” He whispered against her cheek causing her nipples to pucker. Her body was in high gear, she needed to get out of this room.
“I can’t.” She managed to break away from his spell. She was at work in the middle of the day. She tugged her shirt into place and looked at anything other than the sex geyser in front of her.
He caught a strand of hair between his fingers. “How about tapas?”
She pushed her glasses up her nose. “No.”
“You’re supposed to go over the agenda of the exhibition with me this week, no?” He said as his hands cupped her chin. “Por favor.”
“Laurel, we need you in the gallery,” Victor said from the side door. “Senor, is there anything I can do for you?”
“Por favor,” Alejandro whispered again his gaze never breaking contact.
Laurel looked from both men and the canvases between. She crumbled, “Fine, where?”
Alejandro’s smile lit the room. “The Flamenco Bar on the corner at 8:00 tonight. Bring your proposal.”
“I think I should be there as well,” Victor said.
“No, I only need one person to explain the agenda to me,” Alejandro said. As he eased out of the room, his fingers ran along the tables and walls as if he needed to feel everything. Laurel could image him running those same fingertips over her hot nude body. At the door he turned toward Laurel sending her body into deeper pulses of heat.
“You can’t be serious. You shouldn’t be alone with him.” Victor grabbed her arm, and she shook him off.
“Do not touch me.” She looked at him.
“You let tight-ass touch you all the time,” he said.
“If you haven’t noticed, the man touches everything if his hands aren’t full except you. Don’t take it personally.” She moved around him toward the door.
Victor gave her that look, the skin-crawling, nails-along-the-chalk-board look. “Well,” he said, “perhaps you do have desire after all. Let him take you, I’ll get the promotion. Maybe if I decide not to leave Spain, I’ll hand it down to you. Unless this is how you contract all the good clients then maybe you’re aren’t the prude I thought you were. The promotion is as good as mine. Call me Director Garcia.”
“You’re disgusting.” She stalked out of the room. She was the top in her field. The promotion wouldn’t be going to Victor, no one could stand him. Who said she couldn’t enjoy the flirtation with Alejandro anyway. If all things went as planned she wouldn’t be in Spain much longer, and she didn’t like to live with regrets. Briefly, she looked at her hands and wondered if she had time for a pedicure and manicure. Especially, the right shade of red. She could wear her matching silk panties.
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