thighs until he reached her hips.
"Stop, Ben," she whispered fervently. He stopped moving his hands upward, groaned, and finally moved his hands away from her hips. Then he put his elbows by her head and ended the kiss so that he could look at her. He had a scowl on his face that clearly showed his frustration and disappointment.
"You're right. Here is not the place for this." He pushed himself away from her and took several deep breaths. "But we are not staying to close out the night. I don't care what my duties are. We still need to talk, and then I intend to make love to you all night long." He leaned forward and told her just what he had planned for her that night. The images he created with his words caused her to blush and her core to fill with moisture. He gave her a wicked look at her shocked expression. "Trust me, you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will."
"Well, I must say, you certainly worked fast." The sound of someone entering the room startled them both. They looked at the door and saw Chelsea walk in, close the door, and lean a shoulder against the wood surface. Ben sighed angrily.
"Would you mind leaving Chelsea? We are a little busy right now." Ben turned around and stepped in front of Anne to block Chelsea seeing her. Anne looked down at herself and saw that her shirt was still up around her waist. She quickly pushed it back down to cover herself then stepped out from behind Ben.
"I'll say you are. But then she is good at getting what she wants. Isn't that right, Dr. Conner?" Chelsea sneered at Anne then looked innocently at Ben and spoke sweetly to him. "I just want to protect you, Ben."
"Chelsea, leave now. Go back to the party and your parents. You've had too much to drink."
Anne looked at her closely. The other woman's face was red and she swayed a little where she stood as if her world was swirling around her. Her words were also slightly slurred. She clearly had been drinking too much alcohol.
"Not until you know the truth, Ben." Chelsea’s sweet tone turned to ice when she looked at Anne. "I did a little checking up on you, Jane. Did you know that the little slut was only using you, Ben?" She looked innocently at Ben again.
"That's enough, Chelsea. No more. I’ve had enough of your actions and your language." Ben's voice became dangerously cold, and Anne could feel the anger radiate from him. He reached over and took Anne's hand and pulled her to the door. "Come on, Anne."
"Oh, you're not leaving, yet. Not until I tell you what I found out." Chelsea's voice became sing song, and she turned so that her full weight was against the door barring their exit. "You see, Ben, your little fiancée there was only using you to get a job. Isn't that right, Dr. Conner? But then she never was your fiancée."
"What are you talking about?" He looked back at Anne. "What is she talking about?"
"I don't know." Anne was genuinely perplexed why Chelsea would think that Anne was using Ben to get a job with Stanford Enterprises. Anne had never even told him that she was interviewing in Seattle. She was planning on telling him tonight. How did Chelsea know? Then Anne remembered the dropped fax.
"Oh, come on, you little whore."
"That's enough, Chelsea. I’m warning you to stop with the insults." Ben’s voice became menacing with his anger. But Chelsea did not stop. Her voice became angry when she continued.
"She sold yourself to you, Ben, so that she could get a job at Stanford Enterprises. You see, Ben, she just wanted you for a job, Baby. Isn't that right, Dr. Jane Conner? There's nothing like screwing the boss to get ahead in life." Chelsea laughed drunkenly. Anne gasped in surprise. What was Chelsea talking about? "There's nothing like screwing the great Benjamin Stanford the Third. You should have asked for more money, Jane. He's loaded."
"That's enough, Chelsea. Get out of the way before I move you myself." Ben glared at Chelsea. The look in his face and the tone of his voice finally sank in and were enough to convince her to move out of the way.
"Ok, Ben." Chelsea moved away from the door and allowed them to leave. But she made sure to give Anne a smug look before Anne left the room. The look said "I win!"