Taurus (The Erotic Zodiac Book 5) by Livia Lang Read Free Book Online Page A

books."
    "Sir?" She looked at the large bookshelves that lined his office. "They look perfectly organized to me."
    "Well, I can't find anything for my research. I want us at the cutting edge for hiking boots. So, I need to know what trails are popular right now, the average weather people will experience during their hikes, and stuff like that. Currently everything is all spread out, and I can't find what I need quickly."
    She exhaled slowly, stepping closer to the books. "Okay, well, I can maybe devote a whole shelf to your current project. I'll pick out the books that you'll probably need, then line them up by author?"
    He smiled at her. God, she was so fucking smart. In all honesty, he should have just assigned her to do the research and let her figure out some new feature that would revolutionize the industry. And perhaps in the future he would do that. But for now, he wanted to watch her bend over in front of him as she looked for books.
    "Your plan is exactly what I need." He wanted to add 'and your pussy is exactly what my dick needs', but he held back his inner caveman. Barely. "Why don't you get started while I do some work on the computer?"
    The next hour was pure heaven for Ryder. Ivy rummaged around the bookshelves, searching for relevant titles. She'd bend down, giving him a great view of her plump, round ass. Then she get on her tip toes, flexing her cute little calves. He got absolutely nothing done, because he was mesmerized by watching her sultry body move around the room. Fully clothed and holding books, she somehow turned him on more than anyone he’d ever met. He was going mad, that he was certain of. And it was all because of her.
    To try and hide his leering, he made small talk with the pretty assistant. "So, Ivy, are you big into hiking? Will you be using these new boots when they come out?"
    She laughed softly and shook her head. "I'm not exactly an outside sort of girl. I'd much rather stay indoors and bake on the weekends. If I get really crazy, sometimes I quilt or do other crafts."
    "Quilting? I didn't know anyone still did that. Are you a pioneer reenactor or something?"
    "No! Lots of people are still interested in the art form. Just because the supermodels you date couldn't tell crochet from cross stitch doesn't mean the rest of us are like that."
    It was the first time he had ever seen Ivy feisty and indignant. She was normally so meek he had to beg her to speak up. But apparently he had crossed an invisible line with his teasing. The flash of passion in her eyes made him only fall harder for her.
    He put his hands up in surrender. "I promise I will never speak ill of the fabric arts again."
    She blushed and turned back to the bookcase. "I'm sorry, sir. That was out of line. I shouldn't speak to you like that. Sometimes I forget we aren’t just friends chatting together, which is unacceptable."
    “Don't worry about it. I rather like that you are a firecracker," he quipped. He also liked the fact she thought of him as a friend, but he didn’t want to push that point just yet.
    Even her ears were now turning red, and she kept her back to him as she quickly sped up her shelving. Which was just as well, because seeing her mouth off at him had made his dick stand at attention. All he could imagine was her stretched out before him, being punished for the unexpected temper.
    "You know, you were wrong about one thing," he said at last, breaking their tense silence.
    "What?"
    "I'm not dating any supermodels." He wanted her to have no illusions about what type of man he was. He wasn't jumping into any stuck up socialite's bed, especially now that he had Ivy in the office distracting him every hour of the day. "In fact, I'm happily single. Most of my weekends are spent hanging out with my dog, not doing much."
    She shot him a look over her shoulder. "Sounds like my life." She then turned her attention back to the shelf, giving it a critical nod. "Alright, I think I'm finished here. Unless you need me