Nightie Night: The Lingerie Series (Stir Sticks & Stilettos) by Yvette Hines Read Free Book Online Page B

hear,
see and remember. Especially Mr. Pace. So maybe the next district manager slot
that came open in my department could possibly be mine. “I can do that.”
    “Great.” She smiled, her face
relaxing and appearing more relieved. Tearing off a sheet of paper from the
tablet, she handed it to me.
    I frowned. “What is this?”
    “Mr. Reston’s home address.”
    I swallowed. “Why do I need this?”
    “You will need to pick up the
packets for the shareholders from him. He collected them on his way home before
he found out the nature of the emergency.”
    Oh, God. Why do I keep taking one
step forward and being dragged three steps back?
    Exhaling aloud, not caring if the
other woman heard me, I sat down again, frustrated.
    “Um, Kalan. Can I tell Mr. Reston
that you’ll be by?” Tashi asked.
    Still staring at the address, I
nodded. “After work. I’ll stop by after work.”
    “Okay.” I heard the muffled sounds
of Tashi’s sensible heels on the carpet as she left my office.
    After work. There was only three
hours left in the workday before I would be headed to his domain.
    Three hours to get myself together
to see the man that had fucked me and stomped all over my heart and didn’t know
it. And probably didn’t care. Shoving the address into my purse, I faced my
computer and got back to the work at hand. I couldn’t think about him now.
    ~YH~
    I couldn’t believe I was standing at
Aaren’s door, ringing his doorbell. During the drive over, I continued to work
hard at convincing myself that this was professional, not personal. Aaren and I
were done. The short liaison between us was a mistake. I even took a few
minutes to call Oriana and let her give me a pep talk. Now, I just had to learn
how to keep it in the past and work with him. He was like any other senior
executive at the company.
    Then he opened the door and my heart
stopped beating for a minute and the stars came out in the bright early evening
sky. This is not good.
    “Hi, Kalan.” His voice was a low,
husky rumble that stroked along my spine and warmed my core. However, that
sound was second to the broad, welcoming smile he gave me.
    Don’t give in.
    “Mr. Reston.” I lifted my chin and
kept my voice even, professional and cold. “I’m here to pick up the packets.
Your secretary said they were here.” 
    He frowned, but stepped back.
“That’s right. Come in.”
    “I’d rather remain here while you
get them.”
    The furrow between his brows
deepened. “I’m not going to bite you, sweetheart.” His green eyes became
shadowed, intense. “Unless you want me to.”
    My heart started to race and a low
hum started in my core. Stop it , I ordered my body. Swallowing, I licked
my lips. “I think it’s best if we keep things between us professional, Mr.
Reston.”
    Before I knew what was happening, he
reached out, took hold of my arm and dragged me over the threshold and shut the
door behind me.
    “You have one more Mr. Reston,
Kalan, and I’m going make you remember how throaty you can scream my given
name,” he growled.
    He was standing too close to me. His
cologne was potent and intense, reminding me of hot nights filled with
pleasured moans. I pressed my back to the door and he had his palm flat against
it, caging me in. “Mr.—”
    A single brow ticked up.
    “Aaren,” I cleared my throat. “The
packets, please.”
    “I’ll get them as soon as you tell
me what’s wrong between us.”
    I laughed and tried to push further
into the wood behind me. “There’s no us. Now, can I have the—”
    “No, damn it.” He shoved away.
     I inhaled several breaths, happy
that I wasn’t taking in his heady cologne so strong anymore. The house was
quiet around us, too quiet. Where were his wife and son? Is that why he’d
invited me over because they were away? If that was the case, he had another
thing coming. Being an accomplice in his affair once was a mistake. I'd be
damned if I let him pull me into another now that I knew he had a