“I’m going to go into the shower now. Dylan, is there anything that you need before I go?”
“No, I’m okay. Thank you, though.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Why are you being so polite all of a sudden? It makes me nervous. Are you planning on killing me in my sleep?”
I laughed. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“No, seriously. You’ve been acting weird ever since we flew over from New York, and I just can’t figure out why.”
“What do you mean I’ve been acting weird?”
“I mean you’ve been really sweet and nice …”
“You think I’ve been sweet and nice?” I raised an eyebrow. “I must be losing my touch.’’
She laughed and the sound filled me with joy. “No, you haven’t lost your touch, trust me, Mr. McAllister. I just mean that it’s been a really nice time, and I wasn’t expecting it.”
“I guess I wasn’t expecting this either,’’ I said as I walked over to her. “This is a very different situation to what I’m used to.”
“What are you used to?’’ she said.
I smiled as I realized that she also enjoyed our banter. Abby Waldron was warming to me. I could tell it by the way her shoulders didn’t tense up as I came closer to her.
“I’m used to women being all over me.” I undid the top button of my shirt. “I’m used to finding panties in my pockets.”
“You’ll never find my panties in your pockets.” She shook her head. “Unless you put them there, of course, and well …” She wrinkled her nose.
“Well, what?”
“What sort of creep would deliberately put a woman’s panties in his pocket?” She grinned at me. “Especially mine.”
“What’s wrong with yours?”
“I wear granny panties for the most part.” She laughed. “I can’t stand thongs. They are so uncomfortable.”
I laughed at her honesty. “Well, that ruins that fantasy. You were wearing a thong at the party, though …” My mind thought back to her silky slip of a black thong. It had looked incredible on her, leaving nothing about her beautiful bouncy ass cheeks to the imagination.
“Well, duh.” She rolled her eyes. “I was working at a bachelor party as a dance—I mean, cake popper.”
I laughed even harder. “So you admit you were a stripper for a night?”
“I was not a stripper,” she insisted. “I was a cake popper.”
“That pretty much gave me a lap dance.”
“I did not.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I couldn’t see what I was doing.”
“That’s why you were swinging your hips back and forth and shaking your breasts like maracas?”
“Dylan!” She giggled. “I was doing the least that I could get away with. I was scared to hell the tassels would fall off and my breasts would be exposed to the world.”
“You do know your breasts were exposed … aside from your nipples.” I was feeling hard. “I would have quite liked to see your nipples.”
“I’m sure you would have,” she said softly.
I took another step forward. “You were very sexy when you danced.”
“No, I wasn’t.” She was breathing more heavily now.
“You were.” I gazed into her eyes as I licked my lips. “I didn’t know my mousey little secretary had those moves.”
“Well, I guess that teaches you a lesson, then.” She raised her hands and rested them lightly on my chest. I could see her pulse beating in her neck. I took her hand and moved it up to my shoulder as I inched even closer to her.
“What’s the lesson?” I whispered into her ear and then lightly ran my tongue along the edges of her ear.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” she whispered back, her fingers now on my shoulders and creeping up my neck. I shivered slightly at her touch, even though her fingers were warm.
“Abby Waldron. What am I going to do with you?” I said, as her fingers made their way into my hair.
“I don’t know.” She tilted her head up to look at me. “What are you going to do with me?”
I looked at her in shock. Was she playing with me? Was she toying with me? Did she know how badly I wanted her?
She batted her eyes playfully. “Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. McAllister?”
“Because you about did a 180.” My jaw dropped as I stared at her. “I thought you said you were going to have a shower and then watch ‘Come Dine at Home’?”
“‘Come Dine with Me’.” Her fingers were still playing in my hair, and I could feel her nails against my scalp.
“I’ll dine with you any night of the week.”
“Oh, yeah?” She pushed me away slightly. I was so disappointed I could barely even breathe.
“So …” I stammered.
“So,” her lips curved into a delicious smile, “shall I get in the shower …?”
I swallowed. “Miss Waldron, are you coming on to me?”
“I think you were coming on to me first, Mr. McAllister.” She lifted one shoulder in a delicate shrug. “I mean, you’re the one that wanted us to share the same room.”
“You think I wanted us to share the same room so that I could seduce you?”
“Do you want to seduce me?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips against hers. Her body melted into mine, her breasts press against my chest. Her lips were soft and supple, and my hands tangled in her silky hair.
I moaned against her lips as she stroked the skin behind my ears. It must have been some sort of erogenous zone because immediately I was harder than I’d ever been before in my life. Just from her touch.
“What are you doing to me, Abby?” I gasped hoarsely.
“I don’t know,” she said through our kisses. “What are you doing to me, Dylan?”
“I know what I want to be doing to you.” I pulled her towards the bed. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she breathed. “I don’t know if it’s jet lag or being in a foreign country, but to hell with it.”
She pulled up her top, and my gaze fixated on her lacy white bra. She looked fucking beautiful and sexy. And all I wanted to do was take that bra off—
Damn it. Operation Seduce Abby Waldron was going off just a little too soon.
“Can you give me one minute?” I said.
“What?”
Uncertainty washed over her face, and I could tell that the bravado she’d had before was a front. She wasn’t as confident as she seemed.
“Oh, I want you, Abby. I want you very badly,” I said as I undid the buttons on my shirt and threw it to the ground. I pulled her towards me and kissed the base of her throat and then down between the valley of her breasts before I unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground with my shirt.
My mouth fell to her nipple and I sucked. I could feel myself growing harder as she trembled and moaned at my touch. I pushed a finger into her mouth and she sucked eagerly. I wish it’d been my cock, but that would come later. I pulled away slightly and pushed her onto the bed. “Give me one minute. I just have a call to make.”