Kalugal had said. “And it all boils down to fear. If I show Kian that I don’t fear him, I hope it will convince him that he has nothing to fear from me.”
Rufsur wasn’t sure about that, but since he needed Kalugal and Kian to get along, he hadn’t argued. The better the relationship between those two was, the better were his chances with Edna.
“As you wish.” Kian pushed to his feet. “Syssi is down there with the rest of Jacki’s friends, so I might as well join you.”
Perhaps Edna was there as well? That would save him the trouble of hunting her down. With Amanda and Syssi present, she wouldn’t be able to escape him without making a scene.
Except when they got to the café, she wasn’t there.
Rufsur plastered a confident smile on his face. “Hello, ladies. Does anyone know where I can find Edna?”
Amanda looked up at him and smirked. “She went up to her office to get something, and I didn’t see her coming out, so she must still be there. Her office is the third door down the corridor from Kian’s.”
Rufsur dipped his head. “Thank you.”
As he turned on his heel and headed back into the building, he heard several murmurs and a few giggles. Apparently, they all knew what was going on between him and Edna.
Not that either of them had tried to hide it, but given Edna’s dry emails and lack of enthusiasm about seeing him, he’d assumed that she’d been pressured into severing ties with him.
It was good to see that Amanda wasn’t opposed to them having a relationship. Kian’s wife had smiled when he’d asked about Edna, so she was also in favor. It seemed like the only one against it was the lady in question.
No matter.
One way or another, he was going to change her mind.
As he stopped in front of Edna’s door, Rufsur debated whether he should knock or just walk in and surprise her. He would have preferred the latter, but Edna didn’t seem like the type who liked surprises. She might have an issue with him entering without an invitation, and he didn’t want to start their reunion with an argument.
He knocked and waited.
“Come in,” she called, probably not expecting it to be him.
Depressing the handle, he pushed the door open. “Hello, Edna.”
“Rufsur.” She looked at him with wide eyes. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“And yet, here I am.” He closed the door behind him, walked over to her desk, rounded it, and pulled her up to his chest. “Missed me?”
She gasped, but she didn’t resist his hold. “Yes.”
“So why didn’t you answer my emails?”
“I did.”
“I wouldn’t call a couple of dry lines in response to every three of my emails a proper answer.”
“What do you want from me, Rufsur?”
“Everything.” He cupped the back of her head and smashed his lips over hers.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Edna went soft in his arms and surrendered to the kiss.
It felt so good to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her soft breasts pressed against his chest, but it wasn’t enough.
His need was too great to pause what they were doing and walk all the way to her house. He was going to have her right there on her neatly organized desk.
The famous soundproofing of the buildings in the village ensured that no one outside Edna’s office could hear them, and the windows were covered with antiglare film, so as long as the sun was out, no one on the outside could see what was going on inside.
Sunset wasn’t happening for at least two more hours, and if he wasn’t done with her by then, they would just turn the lights off and keep going.
He’d noticed a leather couch as he walked into Edna’s office, and he planned to put it to good use after they exhausted the possibilities on the desk.
But right now, he couldn’t wait another goddamned second.
Kicking the office chair away with his foot, he spun her around and pushed her down on the desk. With one hard yank, he had her pants down together with her cotton granny panties.
“Fates,” Edna gasped. “What are you doing to me?”
“Giving you what you need.” He cupped her hot center from behind and leaned over her to kiss her neck. Raking his fangs over the silky skin, he whispered in her ear, “I missed you.”
When she moaned, he ground his hips into her ass, letting her feel his hard shaft through his slacks.
There were advantages to not wearing jeans.
Holding her