by Deanna Lee
Heat raced into her cheeks with the far-from-pleasant memory and she focused on her portfolio on the table in front of her. She wasn’t afraid of letting go of the cool and composed professional image she’d spent every day establishing since that fateful night. But she also wouldn’t screw it up. She’d worked too hard to get here, on the cusp of taking over the role as senior advertising account executive when Donaldson retired next month, to jeopardize things over one night of fun—even if the mere thought of the fun currently under discussion had her sex growing moist and tingly, and her pulse picking up.
She pushed the sensations aside and glanced at her friend. “Fine, I’m not exactly the life of the party on a routine basis. I lived that life once. I don’t want it anymore.”
Tawny’s hot-pink lips curved upward, and amusement glimmered in her eyes. “Kinda like the way you didn’t want Brendan Saturday night?”
“I never said I didn’t want him. I just…didn’t have time.”
“Right. Because you had to rush home to feed Ginger.”
“Because I don’t have time to deal with a relationship.” Jillian just managed to hold back her laugh. The last thing an admitted bad boy like Brendan had been after was a commitment. He’d suggested they meet for another night or two of sex. She was well aware that was all it ever would have been.
Tawny tipped back in her chair and frowned. “If it’s one night of fun you’re after, then you missed your chance. By the sounds of things, this Brendan guy wasn’t after anything more than a few minutes of exploration time in your pants. That being the case, it brings us back to my original point. The only reason you didn’t finish what was started on that dance floor is because you were scared.”
“For the last time, I was not—”
“Good morning, everyone.” Larry Neilson, CEO of the advertising agency, entered the boardroom, his booming voice silencing her. “I’d like to kick off today’s meeting by introducing you to Neilson’s newest employee. Not that I think with his track record, he needs an introduction….”
She was not scared…. Jillian continued her tirade silently while Larry droned on about the new hire. If Brendan hadn’t brought up the fact that he was moving to the area, she would have gone through with things in a heartbeat. She was way overdue for some excitement of the sexual kind. Given how quickly he’d had her abandoning her better judgment and crying out her bliss as he brought her to climax, he definitely could have done the job.
Maybe Brendan was no longer a candidate to relieve the carnal hunger Jillian had been denying for too long, but there had to be plenty of others out there. She would simply find one to see to her needs for a night or two. So what if he didn’t have Brendan’s talented hands and sexy smile? She didn’t need a man of his caliber to satisfy her. She just needed someone who was anatomically correct.
All right, so a decent face wouldn’t hurt when it came to getting her heated up. She closed her eyes as that face began to take shape. Dark eyes were always good, the kind that seemed to look right through you and into your darkest, deepest, most intimate secrets. He might as well be tall and have dark hair.
Mmm…Nice, full, sensual mouth. A tongue that—
Tawny’s elbow nudging into her side dissolved the developing face of Jillian’s fantasy lover. She opened her eyes to glare at the other woman, but never made it past the man who stood twenty short feet away—the tall man grinning at her with amusement in his sinfully dark eyes. The man who had the breath wheezing from her lungs and her heart beating so hard it was liable to come out of her wide-open mouth.
Larry’s spiel drew to a close. He added in an elated tone, “Everyone, give a warm welcome to our newest account specialist and a man who’s already assured me he’s in the running for the senior advertising account executive position once Donaldson retires, Brendan Jordan.”
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