definitely wasn’t ready to come to grips with the colossal error she’d just made by sleeping with her boss.
And she wasn’t sure if she could keep from doing it again…
When she stepped out of her room, she found Damian waiting right outside. His eyes searched her face and she lifted her chin to meet his penetrating gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asked calmly but with consideration.
She choked out a short laugh. “As I’ll ever be. Like you told me once before, I must remain professional at all times. I hope you can do the same.”
His eyes blazed for a moment at her tone. “We will talk after our meeting. Get that straight. This is far from concluded,” he declared, but without another word they left the hotel together.
Damian drove them without a word and yet she could tell, from the looks he sent her from time to time, that he wanted to bring up the tension that so obviously existed between them.
However, he didn’t, and maintained the edgy silence till they arrived at the company where they were to hold the meeting. He got to her side and helped her out of the car and try as she might, she couldn’t avoid brushing against him which she realized must have been his intention. She pursed her lips and made a vow not to let herself get cowed by him. It didn’t matter if just a while ago, she was writhing beneath him, her sheathe filled with his rigid thickness. Bringing her orgasms she’d only ever read about but never imagined she could ever experience.
That was then, and this was now.
He placed a hand on the small of her back as he escorted her into the building, but once inside Hanna stepped away from him and severed contact. Unable to help it, she shot him a look she hoped would quell any ideas he might have about ruffling her feathers. He was the one always going on about professionalism, as she’d reminded him earlier. She just wanted to get the whole ordeal over with. The sooner the trip could end, the sooner she could get back to fixing her life. She’d meant it about handing her resignation in on Monday. He’d ignored that bit of information, or was saving it for later discussion. But for Hanna there was nothing left to talk about.
The meeting with the executives of the important client firm they were meeting with was lengthy and tedious, with a break for lunch. All through the time the meeting lasted, Hanna maintained her cool exterior, despite how difficult it was to keep concentrating. She only had to look at Damian, seated there along with the other execs, an image of masculine refinement and sleekness from head to toe and be reminded of him as a passionate lover. Powerfully sexual, with a touch that knew just what to do. Hanna found herself crossing and uncrossing her legs several times to quell the almost irrepressible twitching of her secret folds at the images that came to mind. Hands, lips and tongue everywhere on her body, making her melt into a gooey mess that still seemed ready to erupt at the slightest provocation.
There was no way she could keep working with him after this, not for much longer.
She stayed in her usual seat and was on hand to assist him in any capacity required. If she felt his eyes on her a few more times than necessary, she didn’t let on but instead kept on her efficient mask.
When Damian was through with his presentation, he thanked the other participants for listening. The CEO and execs shook hands with him and the meeting came to an end. Hanna heard him decline their offer to join them on the greens the following morning. Hanna felt a strange relief when they finally headed back to the hotel to prepare for the final meeting of the day.
But the relief was short-lived when they got back to the hotel and made their way back to the suite – the scene of crime.
Hanna made for her door but Damian stepped in front to halt her stride. “Talk to me, Hanna. Don’t pretend what we did never happened.”
Hanna flushed and looked around the empty, plush hotel
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley