I had her exactly how I wanted her. Hot, sexed, and submissive. Better than I remembered. And, bloody f**kin’ hell if I was out of my mind with wanting, barely coherent of what I said to her. Or did.

It was on with my Cherry once again.

The flowery scent of her skin wound me up something fierce to the point I was thinking about nothing else but getting my c**k into her. I was going for it right then with her in my office. And the f**kin’ desk would just have to do. In a few minutes it would become a literal f**kin’ desk.

I was figuring what the best maneuver would be to get her from the wall to where I could make a place to lay her out in all her cherry-haired glory so I could push my way back in. And make her see what was so clear to me. She wanted me too. I knew she did, down deep in my bones.

Oh yeah, the vision was all coming together in my mind beautifully. Me picking her up and hauling her over onto my desk. My fingers finding the button that locked the bloody door so nobody would interrupt. My mouth on her throat making its way down to savor br**sts that tasted sweeter than honey. My palms pushing up the tight black skirt that caressed her arse, before moving them along to the inside of thighs I would spread wide for—

Ethan busted into my office and ruined everything.

Motherfuckin’ cunt of the world!

“Look at what’s just arrived, mate. I had to come tell you in person. It’s f**king amazing—” Ethan cut off whatever he was saying mid-speech and backed out of the door, muttering something about coming back later.

Yeah, you do that, E.

I might just have to kill him for that.

While I was mentally eviscerating Ethan for his untimely visit, Elaina made good her escape. She gave a little squeak, ducked under my arm and took off. I tried to hold her back but she was too fast and had just enough leeway to skirt the other way and bolt.

My hand snatched at empty air.

But I could still smell her. The gentle flowery scent that I loved, above all others, was still present in the room even when she wasn’t.

I went over to my desk and sat down slowly. Slow was the operative word due to the state of my cock. My dick was so hard by that point, I could have used it to punch in the numbers to dial up Personnel.

“BSI Personnel Department, Helen speaking, how may I direct you?”

“Helen, this is Neil. I need to know who’s on the board for self-defense training for Elaina Morrison, today at five.”

“That would be Terrence, Mr. McManus.”

“Thank you, Helen. Just need to free up some bodies and tweak the timing a bit. You’ve been very helpful.”

I dialed again.

“Terrence Shaw here.”

“Terrence, this is Neil. I’m going to have to pull you off the SD training for Elaina Morrison. You’re scheduled for five o’clock today. We need you on another job.”

“All right, boss. Just tell me where you want me and what time,” Terrence replied easily.

Good man that Terrence. Might need to see he gets a nice bonus at Christmas for being so agreeable.

“Right. Well something’s come up that is definitely taking priority for today. Miss Morrison will just have to be rescheduled for some time next week. Got a pen?”

I ended the call with Terrence and leaned back in my chair, feeling pretty damn smug about my master scheduling skills. I was learning how to play the game, and I had to say it felt really good to have a plan. For the first time since she’d reappeared back into my life, I knew what I was going to do.

I checked my watch.

Two hours.

Two more hours until I had her alone in a room with me.

This time? There weren’t going to be any interruptions.

21

By the time I made it back to my switchboard I was a shaking mess of confusion and worry and hormones. A stop at the loo to put myself back in order hadn’t helped much. I knew enough to realize I was in deep, serious trouble, but then I also didn’t have any earthly idea about how to get out of it either.

Neil wanted to f**k me. In his office.

And I would have let him.

What in the hell had gotten into Neil? Caveman plus Greek god equaled big problems for me. If Ethan hadn’t interrupted we would’ve been going at it hard on his desk at that moment. Jesus Christ…

I sat there for a minute and tried to process what had just happened with Neil in his office.

What did all this mean coming from him? Was he trying to torture me?

Did he just expect I would sleep with him whenever the urge struck? Was that payback just then for leaving him all those years ago? Was he just being a manipulative bastard and trying to guilt me back into his bed because he thought he might get away with it?

Well, if so, then he was a delusional bastard as well as a manipulative one. I sat and seethed in my chair, getting angrier and angrier with every moment that passed.

I opened up my email and started typing.

TO: nmcmanus @bsiltd.co.uk

If you think I’m allowing you to drive me home tonight you are bloody dreaming. LEAVE ME ALONE.

I had some hope he really got my message, both literally and figuratively, because this time he didn’t reply. Maybe some sense had been smacked into that thick head of his when the boss caught him trying to have sex with an employee on work premises. Wasn’t my fault. This one was completely on Neil. He made the mess. He could sort it out.

Once five o’clock rolled around, I’d calmed down enough to think about my self-defense class. Maybe I’d learn some techniques I could use on Neil if he tried to seduce me in his office again.

Would there be a next time? There can’t be a next time, stupid.

I told myself to shelve the matter for the time being, as I had to focus my attentions on the class I was about to attend. I left the locker room adjacent to the training facility dressed and ready. The memo had suggested comfortable clothes and shoes for the class, so I’d brought a bag along with me today with trainers and work-out gear.

I came out into the main room where I was supposed to meet the instructor, someone named Terrence. The classes were one-on-one, to maximize the benefit of the time allocated. Apparently BSI didn’t mess about when it came to this stuff.

The lights were on, and there was a Power-Point set up in the back, but I didn’t see anyone in the room.

“Hello?” I called out but was met with silence.

I walked over to the mat in the center and looked around the room. Typical work-out facility with weight machines and treadmills, free weights and assorted equipment for training in the martial arts. Probably did the whole Krav Maga thing here too. It was quite the rage and I had friends that never missed a class.