Talking Dirty With the Boss: A Talking Dirty Novel (Entangled Indulgence) by Jackie Ashenden Read Free Book Online Page A

because it had been years since a man had overwhelmed her senses so totally. Taken away the control so completely.
    “Luke?” The tinny sounding voice of Luke’s PA came over the intercom. “Your nine forty-five is here.”
    Luke muttered a curse and suddenly she was free, both of them standing there panting, staring at each other in shock.
    Oh hell, what had happened? Men didn’t usually take the upper hand with her—her sexy, confident manner intimidated them too easily and she preferred it that way. She didn’t want a guy getting close. Especially when there was major chemistry going on, because she distrusted the hell out of that, too.
    But not only had she let Luke have the upper hand, she’d totally lost herself in his kiss. In him.
    Kissing the boss? Not a good move.
    Oh shit. There was that, too. Not to mention the gossip she’d heard about his tendency to burn through women. As if she needed to be getting hot and heavy with another Alistair clone.
    “That,” he said hoarsely, “was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
    She struggled to breathe. “Damn right it won’t.”
    “Ever.”
    “I’m not arguing.”
    “Good.” He raised one hand, smoothed his hair, pulled at his jacket, adjusted his tie.
    Within seconds he was as cool and untouchable as ever. Except for the lipstick on his mouth. She decided not to tell him about that.
    “Here.” Luke held his hand out. “You can have your panties back now.”
    A simmering anger gathered inside her, for reasons she couldn’t work out. He was so…perfect. After a kiss that had shattered her, he stood there as though he’d been carved out of ice.
    “You can keep them,” she snapped. That would be funny. See what Mr. Uptight would do with a pair of bunny panties in his pristine office.
    He blinked, still standing there awkwardly with his hand extended. Ha. Served him right. Abruptly, he scowled at her. “What about the e-mails? Are you going to stop sending them?
    “Fine. All right. I will.” God, how she hated giving in. Then again, she wasn’t that much of an idiot to keep provoking him.
    Something in his gaze flared. “Good,” he said tersely. And balled up her panties and stuck them in his pocket.
    Okay, so she hadn’t expected him to put them there.
    Marisa opened her mouth. Shut it.
    “Now,” Luke said. “I have a meeting. So run along.”
    The simmering anger sharpened at the arrogance in his tone. It reminded her of Alistair and the patronizing way he used to talk to her. Like she was a sweet, pretty girl without a brain in her head. Like she was a child to be indulged. And she’d never protested because she’d loved him. Because she’d been a naive idiot.
    Well, she wasn’t a naive idiot now.
    “Honey,” Marisa said sweetly, caressing the endearment to annoy the crap out of him, “no one tells me what to do like that. Ask me nicely to leave and perhaps I’ll let you get back to your little meeting.”
    His black brows twitched. “I did ask you nicely.”
    “No you didn’t. You told me to ‘run along.’”
    For a second she doubted he’d do it. Then he said, biting out the words, “Thank you for your time, Marisa. You can go now.”
    “Say please.”
    His eyes were the color of thunderclouds. “Please.”
    It should have been a victory, but with her panties in his pocket and the taste of him still lingering in her mouth, it wasn’t.
    …
    Luke waited until the door had shut before he allowed himself to sit down. Then he put a finger on the intercom button. “Give me a minute, Lisa.”
    “A minute?” There was shock in her voice. “But the people from Gibson are here already.”
    “Like I said, one minute.”
    No wonder she was shocked—he didn’t get people to wait. However, right now he’d done what he swore he wouldn’t do and now he needed a goddamned minute.
    Reaching out, he adjusted the desk light that had somehow been knocked askew. Checked the rest of his desk to make sure everything was where it was