that to her again. And again!
He took a casual step towards her but his intent obvious in his eyes.
Miranda panicked, not sure if she would be able to hold him off. Not completely sure if she really wanted to. “Hold it right there,” she gasped, relieved when he stopped his forward momentum. “I’m not your real fiancée,” she reminded him. “You need to drive me home right now.”
Royston saw the look in her eyes and thought about pressing the issue. Then he remembered how late it was, the fact that she hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night because of the reports she’d done earlier in the day, and how he’d have her all to himself over the weekend. “Fine,” he replied back, in a good mood all of a sudden. He also remembered the fact that he’d get to kiss her goodnight as soon as he got her to her apartment. “Let’s get you home to bed.”
Miranda couldn’t believe he was giving in so easily. And what was even more confusing, she was actually hurt by it. But what was she supposed to do about it? She’d just told him she wouldn’t sleep with him…well, not in so many words…and he was agreeing with her.
She shook her head as she pulled her coat on over her shoulders. The man was a complete mystery, she told herself. And her reactions to him were completely illogical.
She shivered when he put a hand to the small of her back, leading her out of his penthouse. He didn’t take her to the limousine though, but instead, the elevator doors opened up to a parking garage. There, he opened the door to a powerful looking, black Mercedes. “You drive?” she asked, surprised but relieved that he would have his hands on the steering wheel instead of on her.
“Of course I drive,” he chuckled, closing the door when she was settled into the passenger seat. He drove through the quiet streets of London, his shoulders tipped slightly towards her as he asked her questions during the ride.
“Why this third degree?” she asked when they were close to her building.
“I need to know about you if we’re going to get through this weekend,” he explained, not telling her that he was simply interested in who she was as a person.
Miranda agreed that he had a good point so she answered more of his questions. It wasn’t until they were standing in her doorway that she realized that she would need to know about his past as well. “You know…” she was about to tell him that exact thing, but his mouth covered hers and he pulled her against his hard body. She gasped with the first contact, but didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. It wasn’t that his hands were hard against her body because her own hands were gripping the lapels of his coat as well. It was that she simply couldn’t pull away. Didn’t want to. She couldn’t stop herself from needing closer contact with him. It was as if her mind decided that she wasn’t in need of common sense, that it wasn’t going to listen to the evidence that this man was not good for her. Her body needed him, she craved him in a way she’d never before experienced. It was strange and overwhelming, but as his tongue demanded entry to her mouth, she complied simply because she couldn’t do anything else but welcome his domination of her mind and her body.
She whimpered when he pulled away, her body not getting enough of his touch or his kiss. “Tell your boss that you’re getting off work tomorrow at noon,” he told her, his voice husky and she looked up, terrified since she saw the same feelings reflected in his eyes that she was feeling now.
“I can’t,” was her automatic response.
His eyes hardened. “Miranda, if you don’t, I’ll simply pick you up and carry you out of the office.”
She was horrified at the idea. “You can’t do that!”
His hand slid upwards and she grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving anywhere too intimate. He smiled, wondering what it was going to be like when he had her alone and she was rested. Would she be this obstinate? He certainly hoped so. He liked countering her arguments simply by kissing her. He anticipated doing quite a bit more once he had her alone.
“Tell your boss whatever you need to in order to get out of the office at noon, or I’ll tell him for