Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,71

you and licking it off…slowly and carefully.”

Her nostrils flare, and her pupils dilate. She’s wearing some vintage-looking dress with lace trimming. It’s cute. I’m trying not to look, but I can still see how her nipples have hardened. Miss Shaw might hate me right now, but she still wants me. “Oh, blame the cupcakes, why don’t you,” she mutters.

“I’m not blaming anything. I’m telling you that I didn’t hire you with the intention of sleeping with you, but that my intentions very quickly changed. I called my lawyer straight after the cupcake incident and asked him to add a whole lot of clauses to the more specific NDA.”

She growls. I swear I feel my balls tighten just hearing her. Her hands curl into fists. “I’m not signing that thing.”

“Which clauses—?”

“Don’t change the subject.” She folds her arms, pushing her tits up and I’m fucked if I don’t look because, holy fuck! “Excuse me! Are you checking me out right now?”

“You look beautiful. That dress is… I like it.” I sound like an idiot. I can’t help it. She has me tongue-tied.

Her eyes narrow. “You mean, you like how my breasts look in it.”

“You have great breasts, Miss Shaw. It’s not just your breasts, though. It’s all of you.” I pause, keeping my eyes on hers. “It’s not just how you look, either.” I’m shocked to find I mean it. “I like you as a person. You make me laugh. You make me think. You’re making me work fucking hard, and I don’t work hard…I work smart.”

“Well, that wasn’t very smart.” She points at the NDA, then takes a step. Unfortunately, she nearly falls over. Those heels are a liability.

I step forward and grab her hips. “You really shouldn’t wear anything higher than an inch, Miss Shaw.” I smile.

She scowls and pulls away.

“Let’s sit…please,” I beg some more. Why stop now?

She rolls her eyes but then sits, giving a sigh. “So, did you have a similar arrangement with your last PA?”

I laugh. I can’t help it. “What, with Janet?” I shake my head. I sit too, only I don’t go around my desk. I stay on her side.

“Come on now. Be honest. You probably had her sign an NDA too. That’s why you feel you don’t have to tell me. Is it convenient when you go on business trips?”

“Janet turns fifty-nine next month. Don’t get me wrong, I think older women can be sexy…but…no, I didn’t have any kind of a sexual relationship with Janet. Besides, she’s happily married.”

“Okay, fine. Then what about your PA before Janet?”

“Janet worked for me for eight years. I had a man before that. I’m not that way inclined.” I shake my head. “Even if I was, I wouldn’t have gone there. I told you that you’re the first employee I’ve approached with something like this. Can you tell me what made you so angry…please?” I don’t think I’ve said ‘please’ so many times in my life.

“For starters…” She pulls the contract out of the envelope and flips the pages. I can see she knows exactly where she’s going. She stops and points. I see that the clause has a star next to it. “This clause. You offer me a weekly allowance on top of my salary.” Her chest heaves.

“What’s wrong with that? You may need extra money.” I know she does. Miss Shaw sent me a text over the weekend, mentioning that her parents’ bakery is facing stiffer competition than she ever realized. Getting Buns back on track is going to mean investing in the business in a big way. It’s money they don’t have. I want to help.

“Of course, I’ll need extra money.” I think she’s being sarcastic. “I might want to buy sexy lingerie and wax my… I’m going to assume you like things bare and covered in lace. Only manicured nails are good enough to scratch your back.”

“I prefer naked to lingerie, although there’s nothing wrong with sexy underwear. And, no, a Brazilian isn’t necessary. I’d be happy with whatever makes you feel most comfortable.”

“Oh yeah, right…I’m supposed to believe that.” She looks at me with narrowed eyes. “If I’m all bushy down there, you’d be just fine with that?”

“Yes. I honestly don’t mind. You can wear granny panties and sport the Amazon fucking forest for all I care. As long as you let me fuck your forest, I’ll be a happy man.”

Again, her nostrils flare. With annoyance? Arousal? I’d say both. “Why specify what you want me to use my ‘allowance’