Page 166 of Indecent Obsession
As I matured, my friends wanted to go to them to hit on women. Sounded like a plan, so I got a tux and played along. Until the events became necessary for networking. Until Sara began stalking Wyatt and I was the one chosen to deal with her.
Tonight, she’ll be on someone else’s arm but she’s still my responsibility. Always mine.
And I want that. I want her to be my everything. It’s like this ache inside me.
I leave my room and knock on her door. It’s a bad idea. I’ll want to touch her and fuck her, but I also can’t resist.
“Come in.” Her voice is soft.
I open the door and catch my breath. Sara stands in front of the mirror, barefoot, gathering her curls into a topknot. Her dress hugs her hips and falls to the ground in soft green waves, but from the back, she looks topless.
She glances over her shoulder at me and smiles. “I forgot how good you look in a tux.”
Stepping into the room, I close the door behind me. She’s beautiful. I don’t remember why I held myself back before. Why I convinced myself I couldn’t have her.
“Can you hand me those bobby pins?” Her gaze lands on a stack of bobby pins on the nightstand.
I grab a handful and hold them out to her one by one as she slips them into place. The front of her dress is almost Grecian with the way it drapes down from her shoulders to cover her breasts. Her breastbone is exposed.
Finn won’t be able to resist. Fuck, I may not be able to resist.
When she turns to me, her smoky eyes lift to my face as her red lips curl into a smile. “Like what you see, boss?”
“Is there more to this dress?” I clear my throat and shift my erection to get more comfortable.
Her eyebrow arches wickedly. “This is it.”
I swallow hard. We’re not going to be the only ones who notice. That doesn’t bode well for Wyatt.
She puts her hand over my lapel and steps in close. Her citrus scent wafts over me. She grabs my belt and draws me closer.
I rest my hands on her bare shoulders and give a little groan. “You’re temptation incarnate. If we had more time, I’d show you exactly how you tempt me, pip.”
She runs her hand down my tie and steps back. “I’d like that, boss. Will you help me with my necklace?”
She already has clusters of diamonds in her ears.
“Of course.”
Lifting a bag, she takes out a velvet box. “I have a weird story to tell you about this necklace.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Is this like the time you told me pirates took your birthday cake?”
She smirks and shakes her head. When she opens the box, the delicate strands of platinum and diamonds inside sparkle. I lift the clasp, and the strands fall from the choker.
Closing the box, she turns to face the mirror. Without her shoes, she barely comes up to my chest. She’s small but so strong. I place the necklace around her neck and fasten the clasp. The diamonds drape in layers down her back and a single line lies on her skin between her breasts.
She touches the necklace. Her green eyes meet mine in the mirror. “We went to a boutique, and a gentleman bought this for me after I picked it out. I wasn’t aware he didn’t work there. He didn’t have any of my information, and when he asked what it was for, I said a fundraiser.”
I settle my hands on her shoulders. “Were you afraid?”
Her instincts could be useful.
Her eyes are wide and she shakes her head. “Nothing about him tripped any warning bells, but I don’t have the best track record with people.”
I draw her back to lean against me.
“He told the saleswoman he couldn’t wait to see me wear it tonight.” She swallows and touches the necklace. “It feels wrong to accept the gift, but he was gone when the saleswoman told me. I was going to buy it anyway.”
