Page 39 of Tangled Control

“You’d better rest up the next couple of days. I havea lotfor you to do this weekend…”

“Um…” That’s my intelligent response.

The heat disappears from my back.

“That would be all, Miss Taylor. Your dry sandwich is waiting for you.”

My gaze drops to the bulge in his trousers as he rounds his desk. I hurry out before I do something stupid. Like crawling and begging.

My sandwichisdry where it sits untouched in front of me. I’ve got no appetite. What I do have are some very wet panties.What the hell am I doing?Am I seriously contemplating having sex with Rian – my boss – this weekend? Our otherincidenceswere never planned, but this…

Sex.

It would never be anything but sex between us. He would never want me for anything more. And I don’t want him for more either!

I have no romantic hopes of happily ever after. I’m not my mother, who invested emotionally into a relationship with no future. All I want is some physical satisfaction. And Rian has, on several occasions, proven he can deliver just that, and to a much better standard than anyone else I’ve ever been with.

So that’s… That’s okay, isn’t it? No emotions. No motives. No incentives or rewards. Just…sex?

I clench my legs together as a new wave of heat bursts from my core.

Fuck, I’m going to do it.I’m going to have sex with my boss.

Twenty Five

Rian

“I’llneedyou starting at eleven a.m. tomorrow.”

Since announcing the weekend work, I’ve been busy planning every detail of what I’ll do to Catriona. Only to scrap it and come up with another scenario. Only to scrap that one as well. I have enough material for a whole book and a couple of movies with all the scenes I’ve dreamed up. All involving a naked Catriona in my office and ample metres of rope.

From the sultry look in her eyes, I have no doubt she’s dreamed up a few scenes herself.

Knowing what Dad would think of me, and remembering my conversation with Trevor, I’ve tried to quell my desire. But my lust for Catriona is too strong. The only way to get her out of my system is to go all the way. Fight fire with fire. Once I’ve tasted what she has to offer, I’ll grow tired of her. Her allure is the illicit, almost taboo, element of being with her. But once I’ve conquered her, she’ll become just another woman.

One more day, and the wait is over. I shift to a more comfortable position in my office chair and rake my gaze down her body, imagining her standing there without a scrap of fabric.

My pleasant fantasies are rudely interrupted when the office door slams against the wall and a voice roars, “Get your lazy arse off the seat, buddy, we have a flight to catch!”

“Jesus, Leo, did you never learn to knock?” I quickly change my facial expression to that of a bored, over-privileged young man as my best friend saunters into the office, his colourful sleeveless shirt something you’d think you’d only see in the Caribbean.

“No time to knock! We’re going to work on your pasty tan.”

“What are you talking about?”

Leo puts on a thick Italian accent and some big arm movements. “I’m talking-e about-e sun, sea and uh,limoncello.”

I snort. “Some of us actually have to work…”

“Work hard, play harder – and I’m sure you’ve worked hard all week. Hasn’t he?” Leo directs the question and a flirty smile at Catriona. His grin freezes as he takes in her ice-cold appearance, with her hair in the tight bun and her grey unfitted suit hiding her body. She just stands there looking at him, making no secret of being unamused by his intrusion.

“Leo, I am not going anywhere—”

“Yes, you are! Everyone is going. You’re the last one we’re picking up.Anastasiais being stocked in the port of Marbella as we speak, and the crew on the Harringtons’ jet are in the middle of prepping take-off martinis. So, get moving!Pronto!” Leo flashes a rack of white teeth, and it’s hard not to be affected by his enthusiasm.

“I’m sorry, Leo, but I have some meetings scheduled this weekend.” A sideways glance at Catriona, and her eyes momentarily burst with warmth, only to lock down to her usualice as feminine laughter flows through the door. And with the laughter come Jennifer and Alexandra.

Alexandra is a sight in her tight white capri pants and loose, black, long-sleeved top with a deep narrow slit down the front, tied together with a small bow at the neck. Sparkly bangles complete her classy outfit.