Instructing an Heiress by Judy Teel Read Free Book Online

felt. Something else was going on.
    "Undo a few of those buttons," he said.
    Her blush deepened. "Out of the question."
    Ryan peered thoughtfully at her breasts. She was breathing heavily and he could see the rise and fall of gentle mounds under the thick material of the blouse. "What are you hiding, CK?"  
    Her mouth pressed into a tight line and she pulled against his grip.  
    "What size are you?"
    She froze and stared at him, her expression shocked. "I'm not telling you that!"
    "I would have said a B at best, but now..."
    "I don't have to answer you. And stop staring at me...there," she choked out.
    "Attractive packaging carries a big marketing punch. What size are you?"
    She lifted her chin. "I'm a B. Like you said."
    "I don't think so. Unbutton."
    "No."
    He narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you hiding?"
    She caught her full bottom lip between even white teeth and looked away.  
    "I'm perfectly capable of taking your shirt off."
    Her violet eyes flashed defiance at him and then her gaze skittered away, again."I'm...a bit bosomy, okay?"
    Interest fired up low in his belly, but he pushed it away. "Nope. Not buying it."
    Her brows drew down into a sudden slash of anger and she wrenched free of his grip. Planting her palms on his chest, she gave him a sharp push, sending him back a step.  
    "I wear a minimizer and stop staring at my chest."
    "A what?"
    "It makes you look smaller."
    "Why the hell would you want to do that?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
    She made a low growl of frustration in the back of her throat.  
    Ryan absently rubbed the tingling spot where she'd touched him and studied her contours, trying to decipher the mystery. "What size are you really?"
    She crossed her arms over her chest. "None of your business."
    "You made it my business when you signed the contract."  
    She stared angrily at a point beyond his shoulder.
    She wasn't a large woman, fairly average actually. Maybe a size ten? Hard to tell, the way she kept herself covered up. How much of a rack could she be keeping hidden?
    "Spill, CK," he said.
    "I'm a 32D," she spat out, nailing him with her angry gaze. "Happy now?"
    Ryan's breath shuddered to a stop as his fertile imagination provided him with a sudden, lush image of magnificent breasts bobbing gently above a slim, flat stomach and softly flaring hips.  
    His mouth went stone dry and key places came instantly to attention, pushing insistently against the boundaries of his slacks.  
    "This is exactly why I've always down played my size. Get a hold of yourself, Anderson. You look like you're about to choke on your tongue."
    He sucked in a tight breath and forced his gaze back up to her face. "I'm just surprised." He turned away and casually walked behind the chair where he'd tossed her jacket. "Normal reaction."
    "Hair is down, jacket is off, meeting starts in ten. We're done, here."
    She marched to her desk, snatched up the thick Wayland report and strode out of her office, her back rigid with indignation.  
    Without the jacket covering everything up, Ryan couldn't take his eyes off the round, firm, rhythm of her butt moving under her skirt. He'd had no idea she even had a figure. What other mysteries might CK be hiding?  
    He swallowed and adjusted himself, vainly attempting to ease his discomfort. Probably wouldn't be too smart of him to try and find out, he decided.  
    On the bright side, his current itch had bought him some valuable information. Information he could leverage.
    Ryan picked up the jacket lying in a heap on the arm of the chair and checked at the label. Size eight. Huh. He'd always thought of her as more substantial. Maybe because she was taller than average. Or her feisty personality.  
    The erotic vision of CK spilled into his thoughts, again, this time with long, shapely legs and her head thrown back in wild ecstasy. His cooling libido flared to rip-snorting life, sending a brain-numbing shot of lust straight up his body.  
    Ryan crossed to the small refrigerator