Unbuttoned by the Boss: Unbuttoned by Her Maverick Boss / The Far Side of Paradise / Rub It In. Robyn Donald
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don’t want me to be here any more? You’re embarrassed. You’re the one who’s feeling awkward.’
‘That’s not why I got a temp in.’
‘Yeah, right. Can’t handle it, can you? Anything remotely personal going on in your precious little domain.’
‘What happened with us is not why she’s here.’
‘That’s rubbish, Lorenzo. At least be honest and admit it. You want me gone.’
He swore right back at her—only worse. ‘Quite the opposite. Come with me.’
Given he now had hold of her wrist in a clench that threatened to break the smallest bones in there, she didn’t have much choice.
‘Lorenzo!’
He didn’t listen. Didn’t stop. Stormed out of the store room and up the stairs, past the offices until he got to the empty room at the back.
He let her go and she was still moving so fast from being dragged along with him she half ran into the middle of the room. He strode back to the door and slammed it shut, whirled to face her, his arms flung out. ‘This is why.’
She stared around the big empty room. There was a large table in the middle, a few chairs around it. ‘I don’t follow.’
Clearly fuming, he enlightened her. ‘You can set up in here. Work the rest of the day, half the night if you need to. To get your jewellery done for the show. This can be your workroom.’
She stared at him. ‘You’re kidding.’
‘No.’ He walked further into the room, turned his back to her so she couldn’t read his expression. ‘I’m vaguely useful. If you need to use power tools or something, I can help.’
‘You mean you can plug them in?’
He grunted then—almost a laugh. ‘Yeah.’ He faced her, his hands on his hips, still looking like a warrior about to launch an offensive any minute. ‘I just thought you could work here in the afternoons. You’d be around if the temp needed help but you’d have the time to work on your own stuff. You can stay later. You don’t have to pack it up at the end of the day, just spread out and get it done.’
Calm descended over her, her earlier anger soothed by a new suspicion. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
He looked even grumpier. ‘It was supposed to be a surprise.’
She blinked. Well, it had been a surprise. But he’d meant it as a nice surprise. ‘Why did you want to surprise me?’
He looked away. ‘I don’t know.’
Yes, he did. She waited.
‘You’ve done a lot for the fund,’ he muttered. ‘I thought it was a way of saying thanks.’
And that was all it was? She didn’t think so. She walked right into his personal space, her heart hurtling inside but trying to keep her efficient cool look on the outside.
He stiffened but didn’t move away.
‘Did you want to do something nice for me, Lorenzo?’
He looked to the side but still didn’t step back.
She smiled and took another pace closer. And closer still.
His hands were suddenly on her arms. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I thought I’d say thank you,’ she breathed oh-so-innocently.
His gaze dropped to her lips. His fingers tightened that extra notch but the rest of him stayed rigid.
Bingo.
The guy still wanted.
Well, the guy would get.
But not yet.
She reached up on tiptoe, brushed her lips ever so gently against his jaw—that inch too close to his lips to be purely platonic as he had once done to her. She stayed there a second longer, whispered in a way she’d only ever fantasised about, ‘Thank you, Lorenzo.’
She tried to move back but his hands were keeping her there now. ‘Sophy.’
Part warning, part what? Sophy couldn’t decide. But the whisper seemed to have gone down quite well.
He sighed—part groan—and his fingers softened, smoothing over her skin. ‘You smell good.’
‘Do I?’
He nodded. ‘I smell you everywhere.’
‘Cheap shampoo. Everyone uses it.’
‘No,’ he half laughed. ‘It’s you. Only you. And you don’t use cheap shampoo.’
Oh, that was nice. She let her weight rest against him a little more.
‘If we do this again, and I mean if, then no one knows,’ he said firmly.
‘What, it’s our “little secret”?’ She pulled back to look at him. She wouldn’t have thought he’d be one to care.
‘I’m not having gossip on site. No one is to know.’
‘So we remain professional through the day and meet up for rabid sex at night? Is that it?’
His whole body tensed.
She stepped closer, her confidence blossoming despite his obviously conflicted feelings. At least it meant he had feelings. ‘Let’s get one other thing straight, Lorenzo. If we do this again, and I mean if, then it’s for more than one night.’
He swallowed.
‘We’re not done until it’s finished,’ she told him quietly. She was not having another couple of days like this. She’d work him right out of her system. She’d had a taste of danger and she wanted to take it all until there was no danger left.
‘But it will finish.’
‘Sure.’ She nodded. It was serious physical chemistry, that was all. She’d get her stuff done for the exhibition and be able to walk away. A week or so would be enough to neutralise it. ‘Deal?’
He nodded. ‘Come upstairs with me now.’ His hands were seeking already, sliding beneath the hem of her clothing, hunting for bare skin.
‘I thought you didn’t want to have sex here?’ What about gossip onsite? Hell if any of them came looking for either of them now they’d be in trouble.
‘I’ve changed my mind.’
As his hot gaze drank her in she could read his thoughts and she struggled to stay calm.
She put her palm on his flushed cheek. ‘What about Kat? And Jemma and the others?’
He closed his eyes. ‘Sophy.’ He sounded so tormented.
She reached up. ‘I want you.’ She kissed him. His arms tightened and he didn’t let her free of the kiss. But his tension eased, his hands stroking with care now. So that had been what he needed. How surprising—so the neediness wasn’t all her? She could feel his heart pounding against her. Maybe they could go upstairs—sneak up there now just quickly.
Her phone rang. And rang and rang.
Sophy broke the kiss. ‘I have to get that,’ she muttered.
He looked at her, bitterness flashing on his face. ‘Of course you do.’
She scrabbled in her bag to find the phone at the bottom, smoothed her hair behind her ears, quickly inhaled to cover her breathlessness and put a smile on her face so her greeting would sound friendly. ‘Sophy speaking.’
He watched her, his face as readable as a stone. She flashed a wider smile at him.
‘Hi, Ted, what’s up?’ She swung away as she listened. ‘And you need me to pick it up? Sure. No problem. Give me