Compromising Positions (An Erotic Romance Novel) by Tawny Taylor Read Free Book Online Page A

she didn’t remember drinking a bit of it.
    The waiter brought her third lager and a fresh basket of nacho chips. She took a few, the salty taste a nice complement to the beer’s fruity flavor.
    “We already determined our niche audience.” Gabe reached around her, lightly brushing the side of her breast as he scooped up a handful of chips from the basket. “I think we should use radio spots.”
    “No way. Too expensive,” she said, dodging another accidental brush of his hand. “Are you insane? We’d spend our entire advertising budget in one month.”
    Gabe took her beer from her and swallowed half of it. “Then we need an angle to get free media.”
    Since when did he deserve to drink half her beer? Pig. “Would you quit doing that?”
    “What? We’re talking about work. What’s wrong?”
    “Quit drinking my beer. Get your own if you’re thirsty.”
    “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d mind sharing.” The hand that had previously been holding her glass dropped back to her leg.
    She wasn’t sure which was worse: when it was delivering her beer to his mouth, or now, when it was delivering tingly heat to her crotch.
    Oh boy, now was definitely worse! A fingertip traced her skirt’s hem then slipped above it.
    “You want to drink more? Be my guest. I think I’ve had enough.” She shoved his hand away.
    He chuckled and took up her beer, downing it in a few long gulps. “So, what about that angle? How can we get some free media?”
    “How about some kind of scandal?” Michael offered. “Something newsworthy. Hey, should I take notes?”
    “No, I’m sure we’ll remember tomorrow,” Fate said, trying like hell to stay in the conversation.
    Michael reached down and took out a notepad from his briefcase then shot a smile in Gabe’s direction. “I’ll keep notes just in case.”
    “I don’t think the new brass would appreciate us launching their new company by throwing dirt at the press,” she continued, popping another chip in her mouth. She could feel a buzz spreading through her body. After what? One beer, and maybe a few sips of a second? She was such a lightweight when it came to drinking. Had always been. She wondered if Gabe remembered this.
    “Then what about jumping into the spotlight with some other organization?” Gabe took another handful of chips from the basket and popped several into his mouth, then dropped that hand on her leg again.
    Would he just give it up?
    Did she want him to?
    She brushed it away.
    Gabe reached across the table, snagged Michael’s notepad and read through the notes. Then he dropped it on the floor.
    That had to be the saddest hanky-drop she’d ever seen! But that didn’t stop Gabe from taking full advantage of it.
    “I’m one clumsy jerk tonight. Sorry, Mike.”
    Michael visibly swallowed against the urge to correct Gabe about his name, and Fate started to laugh. But before she’d released more than one guffaw, a hand up her skirt, fingertips tracing the line of her thong, ceased all mirth. She felt her mouth hanging wide open and clamped it shut.
    Did those fingers ever feel good!
    He looked over his shoulder at her, stooped in a strange position as he supposedly groped for the lost notepad. His hand rested between her legs. “Are you all right? You look a little flushed.”
    “I’m fine. But I think you need to look elsewhere for the notes.” She shoved his hand away. “Maybe we need to approach this from another direction.”
    “I’m listening.” Gabe sat up, tossed the pad to Michael, and pressed against her.
    Would he quit taking everything she said so literally? She looked at Michael.
    “What direction, Fate?” Michael asked.
    The faint trill of a cell phone sounded, and they each glanced down.
    “It’s mine.” Michael punched the button and answered, stepping away from the table after a couple words.
    Now she was left with Gabe. Alone. Oh, God!
    He grinned at her like a cat might before it swallowed a canary. “Are you sure you’re