The Job Offer - By Eleanor Webb Page 0,44

head and looked at her giving her a satisfied male expression that Anne could only think reminded her of a hunter who had gotten his prey. Then he removed his thumbs and rubbed them through the moisture teasing her nub until she could feel the pleasure begin to build again. She finally had to beg him to stop; the sweet torture was too much.

Grinning, he gave her belly another kiss then stood up, staring down into her eyes. He leaned over, kissed her lips, and rubbed his tongue against hers so that she could taste herself on him. He pulled back when she felt herself drowning again and gave her a satisfied male smile. Then he stood back up and helped her to pull the sweatpants back on. She did not think she could stand, but he helped her up. Her core continued to throb with her desire for him, and her breasts ached, highly sensitive to the material of his shirt that rubbed against her nipples.

In a daze, she looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was seven forty and that they were already late. Alarmed, she instantly started moving, pulled from the lethargies of her desire.

"Oh, no! Go, go, go," she said as she pushed him toward the door and out into the sitting room. "I'll wait here until you call me, but hurry up."

"I forgot how bossy you were," he said cheekily as he picked up the room key card, his cell phone, and wallet. She walked him to the door and he kissed her hard before grinning at her and leaving.

A few minutes later the room phone rang and she ran to pick it up. Smiling, she picked up the spare room key card Ben had made for her and went out onto the balcony. It would be a red sky that night.

* * * * *

Anne let herself into her parents’ house and went straight to her room. Looking through her clothing, she found a blush pink colored sleeveless sheath dress that hugged her figure and ended at mid thigh and her silver sandals from the night before. Dressing first in a white lace thong and barely there lace demi-bra, she stood in front of her bedroom mirror and looked at herself. She looked like a woman who was well pleasured. Her eyes were too bright and her lips were swollen from Ben’s kisses. Oh, my God, she thought, and had to sit down on the bed. She could still feel him. When she came to Seattle, she had just been expecting to interview for the job then come and enjoy herself at her parents' inn. She never expected that she would be involved in a vacation romance with Ben Carlson of all people.

But she was, and it felt right somehow.

Maybe that was why she responded to him as she did, she thought. She had always liked him when they were younger, and now that they were older, she found that she liked him even more. There were even times last night when she watched him talk through dinner, and then again today when they were kayaking, that she thought it would be so easy to fall in love with him. Her heart did little flips when she was with him. Then there was the attraction thing that, at times, felt like much more. He made her blood heat up with just a look or a touch of his hands.

Was she confusing attraction for love? She just did not have enough experience with men to know what she was feeling. The first man she was with was her fiancé with whom she thought she loved. After their miserable first time together, she overheard him tell a friend of his that she was a cold fish, but he had agreed to take her father's money to marry her with the promise of more to follow once the deed was done. Feeling betrayed, angry, and ashamed, she confronted him about it and learned the truth of her engagement. It was just a setup created by her father who wanted to control her and, more importantly, her inheritance.

The experience shattered her confidence with men, and it was years before she would even go out with another man for more than a few dates. Once things began to progress and the men wanted a physical relationship, she always backed away, afraid that her father had somehow found a way to control her from the other side