door to his penthouse was dramatic. As soon as they were in private, she was a tigress sexually. He was amazed and ecstatic that the one woman he’d been waiting for had turned out to have a sexual appetite equal to his own.
He watched in fascination as her lashes covered her pretty blue eyes in embarrassment. “Well, that’s neither here nor there,” she said, sitting down and raising her pen in anticipation of his comments or questions.
He waved her notebook back down. “No need for notes, Helen. This is strictly personal.”
Her eyes twinkled as she said, “Do you think the boss would mind you spending company time on personal business?” She laughed at his reaction, lowering her pen and letting her spine touch the back of the chair. She crossed her legs, enjoying the way his eyes watched her as she moved.
His eyes went back up to hers, noting the confidence in her expression and thinking she was much more desirable now than she was before, but that was hard to believe, considering all the cold showers he’d taken before he’d gotten her into his bed. “I think the boss would be hard pressed to avoid personal conversations with you. You’re too sexy.”
“Does that apply to others in the office?”
Dimitri sat up quickly, not liking the joke at all. “Who else has been stopping by your office, Helen?”
Helen blinked rapidly, shocked at the jealousy that was instantly evident in his eyes. “Many people stop by, Dimitri. Why wouldn’t they? You have a very friendly group of workers. It doesn’t mean they are making a pass at me which is exactly what you’re thinking, isn’t it?”
“Give me names, Helen,” he grated out. He knew his staff and they were generally too busy to give someone the time of day. If they were stopping by her office, then they were trying to flirt with her, or worse. And dammit! She still didn’t understand her appeal!
Helen just waved that aside, knowing how his mind was working. “Dimitri, don’t be silly. You just said that everyone knows about our relationship. No one on this floor would dare to step onto your turf,” she laughed, both at his expression and her acceptance that she was his woman, both inside and outside of the office.
“Names, Helen,” he demanded again.
She was flattered, but still stunned that she could instill that kind of jealousy. She quickly moved to reassure him, knowing how awful that feeling could be. She hated the idea of another woman coming onto him, much less the knowledge that another woman would soon know the pleasure of his touch, his kiss, his love. She wouldn’t put him through that, no matter how flattering it felt.
“Good grief, Dimitri, don’t get stuck on something so irrelevant. No man has been talking to me and if he was, it would be entirely business. I discourage any kind of personal conversations,” she said and quickly changed the subject. “Do you think that roast duck will be appropriate for dinner Friday evening? I was going to do something more interesting with the other menu items, but duck seemed simple and elegant as a main course. And it is a small enough crowd that it will be easy for Elsa to prepare,” Helen said, referring to Dimitri’s full time cook who was thrilled with the new Dimitri who was more than ready to entertain. Apparently, before Helen came along, Dimitri would be out most nights at other functions, rarely at home to sample his cook’s delicacies.
He relaxed slightly at her sincere assurance that no men were standing on the sidelines, waiting for her to be a single woman again. That wasn’t going to happen if Dimitri had anything to say about it. “Duck will be fine,” he said. “Who stops by your office, Helen?” unwilling to let the small little niggle of doubt go free. Helen was just too innocent to know if someone was hitting on her and he meant to nip that in the bud immediately.
Helen ignored his question, preferring to reassure him tonight that she was his, and only his for as long as he wanted her, which would be forever. “Was there some reason you wanted to talk to me other than to berate me about office politics?” she queried.
Dimitri sighed, knowing that he would have to question her more subtly later on. “Yes,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck wearily. He’d never been jealous of any woman in his life before but he’d known