mouth to argue with him, then saw from the glint in his eyes that he would have liked an argument very much. She waved the envelope, trying to sound nonchalant. “Is discipline part of this deal?”
“Read the contract,” he said flatly, then turned to his laptop. He looked pointedly at the door, and Kendra understood. She got up to leave, but his next words stopped her on the threshold. “I like the shoes, Miss Jones.” His voice was no more than a purr, pitched low enough to make her shiver.
She glanced back but he wasn’t looking at her, apparently engrossed in whatever was on his computer screen. She couldn’t resist the urge to provoke him. “You should see what else I’m wearing.”
He grinned then, his expression making Kendra’s heart leap. He looked like a different man, one just as dangerous but a lot more unpredictable. He pointed to the envelope with his pen. “Sign the contract and I will.”
Kendra made her decision in a heartbeat, right then and there. She marched back across the office and seized his pen from his grip. She loved how surprised he looked by her move. She pulled the contract out of the envelope, turned to the last page, signed and dated it with a flourish. There were two copies, presumably one for her and one for him, so Kendra signed the second and dropped them both on his desk in front of him.
“You didn’t even read it,” he murmured. He might have been horrified but his eyes were gleaming.
“I want to be helpless,” she said. “And that means finding someone to make me so. I think you’ll be good at it. The details are irrelevant.”
He caught his breath and looked out the window for a moment. A muscle ticked in his jaw and Kendra felt triumphant that she’d gotten to him already. “Are you always so impulsive, Miss Jones?” His voice was tight, now, maybe as tight as his pants must feel.
Kendra nodded, knowing her own weakness well enough. She leaned on his desk and smiled at him, knowing full well that he’d be able to see down her shirt. “Yes. My mom always said it would get me in trouble one day.” He looked, flicked a glance at her face, then turned back to his laptop.
“Consider that day to have come,” he said, his tone crisp again.
“I don’t believe it.” Kendra smiled when he looked up at her again. “I researched you for a school assignment. I know you keep your word and that you aren’t mean.”
“I’m tough, Miss Jones.”
“That’s different. You won’t hurt me and I know it.”
He spun back in his chair, studying her again. “You trust me? Already?”
Kendra nodded. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t have signed otherwise.” She was pretty sure she’d astounded him.
“You are a remarkable woman, Miss Jones.”
Kendra laughed. “Not really. I want to explore this fantasy and you’re my chance. How else does anyone find out what they like, without trying it?”
He eyed her for a moment, as if she’d said something that shook his world, and when he spoke, his voice was husky. “What happened to that red rope, Miss Jones?”
“In my desk.”
“And the black tape?”
“Yes, sir.”
His glance was so hot that it nearly singed her. He plucked the pen from the desk and signed both contracts, putting one back into the envelope and handing it to her. The other disappeared into his briefcase. “Find them both, Miss Jones. I fear we are going to have to work a bit late tonight to get everything tied up before I fly to Hong Kong.”
Including her.
Kendra wanted to laugh out loud. She hadn’t been so excited in a long time, and she wondered how she’d get through the afternoon. “Of course, sir.”
“Don’t take advantage of me now,” he said softly. “It would be unfortunate for me to have to fire you for poor job performance before the real test even began.”
Kendra pivoted with her hand on the door knob, doing it fast enough that her skirt flared up. He was watching her legs. “How late do you think we’ll be