TROUBLE 1 by Kristina Weaver Read Free Book Online

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    “I’m sorry to hear that, Jordan. Did you pitch the presentation like we practised?” I ask, watching his face redden.
    No, of course you didn’t, because you didn’t do the presentation we discussed, you did your usual ‘hot babes sell’ shtick.
    “I’ve gotta leave early today, we’re driving out to Margery’s parents’ place for the weekend, so I’ll need to cancel for tonight’s party as well. And don’t forget to call Gillespie’s office and schedule something for Monday morning.”
    I take it all down and go back to my desk, relieved when a few minutes later Jordan breezes out of the office, leaving me alone for the rest of the day.
    The dress stares mockingly at me from the sofa, where I’ve laid it out, and I smile for the first time all day.
    Looks like I’m getting something out of today after all.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Gregory picks me up at seven sharp, his eyes taking in the red, scoop necked cocktail dress with pleasure. I’d vacillated for a good twenty minutes about wearing the thing and taken it off and put it back on at least three times before finally just swallowing and accepting that I have stolen Margery Farns’ dress and am indeed going on a date in the thing.
    They’ll never find out, right?
    As we get into the car, this time a chauffeured black town car, he breaks the silence and leans back to peruse me slowly.
    “Did you do what I told you to do, Hannah?”
    The question is a soft caress against my heated skin, and I swallow back a shiver of longing. And trepidation. Of course I hadn’t listened. I’m wearing another woman’s dress; no way am I going to go commando in the thing. Talk about adding insult to injury.
    “No.”
    His eyes narrow slightly, and I see the displeasure he tries to hide. It brings a smile to my lips, knowing that in this one thing at least I have control.
    It’s not much, but it’s enough to put me back on a more solid footing.
    “You should know I hate being disobeyed,” he says darkly.
    “It’s okay, you’re just not used to it. You’ll get over it,” I assure him in a steady voice that belies the butterflies fluttering around in my belly.
    I see his lips twitch at my confidence, and then he’s holding his hand out, waiting.
    “Give them to me.”
    My breath stalls, and I glance nervously at the driver, relieved when he doesn’t turn or even bat an eye. Of course he wouldn’t, he doesn’t know that Gregory is demanding the removal of my panties.
    “No.”
    “Yes,” he hisses, and I notice the way his nostrils flare and the thin slash of his lips. “Now, Hannah.”
    I can’t tell you what makes me do it. Maybe I want to. Maybe it’s the total command in his voice. Maybe I’m just an idiot who’s spinning out of control. I don’t know, but I reach down and discreetly push a hand beneath my dress, hooking my panties to pull them off.
    When I reach for my purse, intending to stash my panties so that I can put them back on in the bathroom at some point, he stills my hand and plucks them from me, shoving them into his inner jacket pocket.
    “That’s better. So tell me, did you like Jordan’s presentation? I assume you know what he came to the table with.”
    This pisses me off a little, because it suggests I am so brainless that I either don’t know what a moron Jordan is or I don’t do my job properly.
    “I didn’t like it, no. I preferred the one I put together, but he obviously didn’t agree.”
    This surprises him, and I watch his eyes narrow as he considers my crisp words.
    “What did you put together that he didn’t present?”
    It’s asked softly, but I can see I’ve piqued his interest, so I throw caution to the wind and tell him, going into as much detail as I can before the car stops and I am following him into Starlight.
    It amuses me that I am eating at a place with a waiting list so long I hadn’t