Best of Bosses 2008: In Bed With Her Italian Boss\Taken by Her Greek Boss\Blind Date With the Boss (35 page)

Poor, hapless Ted wouldn't have known what he was letting himself in for when he decided to make a play for her. He would have been expecting a sexy version of the bimbos who littered the movie world. Rose must have come as a nasty surprise. Nick was tempted to smirk at the thought, but he contained himself and did his utmost to look penitent.

Rose, conversely, was looking back at him with deep, unhidden suspicion.

‘It's late.'

‘I know and I'm sorry about that.'

‘Stop apologising, Nick. It doesn't suit you.'

Nick shot her a winning smile. ‘You're right. It doesn't. Let me come in?'

‘Oh, for goodness' sake.' She swung open the door and he walked past her into the hallway and then turned around so that he could subject her to another of those sexy smiles that made her head spin.

‘Go and sit in the lounge and I'll bring you some coffee,' she said, just to get rid of him while she gathered her composure in privacy somewhere.

Flowers? Chocolate? She had no idea what he was playing at, but it had sent her into a tailspin. Even as she bustled around in the small kitchen, making him his mug of coffee, she was acutely aware of him sitting in her lounge, just a matter of a few metres away. Whatever he was up to, she thought firmly, she was having none of it. She reminded herself that he had a girlfriend. A bright, sparkling, picture-perfect model with limited vocabulary. Just the kind of woman
he was inevitably drawn to, never mind his brief diversion with her. And anyway, she was a free and liberated young woman now, no longer hiding behind routine and safety to protect her from the big, bad world.

She found him obediently sitting where she had told him to sit, doing nothing more offensive than flicking through one of the computer magazines she liked to read occasionally, just to make sure that she was keeping in touch with the latest technology. He closed it as soon as she entered the room and handed him the coffee.

‘Interesting reading material,' he commented. Well, at least the rehabilitated producer was not on the premises. Either that or he didn't mind going into hiding for an indefinite period of time.

‘Why have you come?'

‘How did your date go?'

‘As you can see, I'm sitting here in one piece so your fears about Ted were misplaced.' And little do you know by how much, Rose thought wryly. ‘Is that why you came? Your over-developed sense of duty kicking in again? Compelled to make sure that I wasn't cruelly taken advantage of and left sobbing somewhere on my own?'

‘No.'

Rose felt confused once again. ‘Then why?'

‘I…I'm not very good at admitting things like this, but I didn't like seeing you with other men last week at that party.'

She held onto her common sense as tightly as she could and remembered the vital truth, which was that this man was not interested in a proper relationship with her or anyone else for that matter. Which brought her neatly to the redhead.

‘I'm surprised you even noticed me, Nick. Wasn't your attention on your date?'

‘You know it wasn't,' Nick said huskily.

‘You mean you brought a woman to Lily's party when you weren't even interested in her?'

‘So it would appear.'

‘Why?'

‘Because I thought she might be able to make me forget that I'm still attracted to you. It didn't work.' Nick rested his mug on the table in front of him and strolled over to the sofa where Rose was curled at one end with her feet tucked under her. ‘Because I am—still attracted to you. Believe me, I don't want to be, but I can't help myself.' He decided he would keep the little mortifying fact that he had spent the evening spying on her to himself. Confession might be good for the soul but total cleansing was downright stupidity.

‘Have you missed me?' he asked roughly.

‘I…This is mad…'

‘Have you? I've been going crazy thinking about you, Rose. Ever since last weekend, I've been going even crazier thinking about you and another man.' He took her hand in his, stroked her palm with his finger and then, devastatingly, kissed the soft, tender flesh.

It was like being burnt and Rose gasped and half closed her eyes.

This was all wrong. Playing the field was one thing when it was a journey of discovery. Playing the field with this man was no journey of discovery. She had discovered way too much on this particular journey.

But when he was leaning over her like this…telling her all this stuff…opening up and whispering how much he had missed her…

She let him scoop her legs onto his lap, knowing that she should be pulling away. The redhead, he was telling her now,
had barely impacted on him. In fact he hadn't contacted her since the party and hadn't slept with her. She didn't turn him on. Not as
she
,
Rose
,
did
. Music to her ears.

‘I've dreamt about your body, Rose…your ripe, sexy body. I've dreamt about your breasts…'

In response to that, Rose felt her breasts harden, disobeying all the strict rules she was laying down in her head about sticking to her guns.

‘Will you let me touch them?'

‘No,' she said weakly.

‘Things didn't end between us, Rose, and you know it as well as I do.'

‘It wouldn't work, Nick.'

‘Sex between us can't fail to work.'

‘That's not what I'm talking about.'

She tried to wriggle her legs into a more dignified position, a position more in keeping with a woman in control of her own mind and body. However, her legs had turned to jelly. Worse, they were obeying someone else's commands, and when he ran his hand lightly along her inner thigh they fell apart, willing slaves to whatever he wanted to do.

‘You tell me that you're breaking away from the shackles that kept you locked up…' His voice was low and seductive and his hands were now doing even more inappropriate things, slipping under the elasticated waistband of her jogging bottoms, easing them lower so that he could caress her stomach. ‘Break away with me, Rose.'

‘You should go.'

‘If you said it like you meant it, then I would.' His hand left her stomach to explore upwards now, until he was cupping her breast. No bra. This was his very own wet dream. ‘But you don't want me to…' He touched the tip of her nipple, which
was hard, and felt her sharp release of breath. ‘You want me to do this…Do you want me to do more? Do you want me to suck those big, rosy nipples?' He flicked up the baggy tee shirt and this time it was his turn to inhale as he saw the vision that had been playing in his head ever since they had last made love.

‘No…yes…no…I don't know…'

He did know. He recalled how much she loved him playing with her breasts and he began to suckle one of the rosy circles, loving the taste of her and hungry for more, like a starving man suddenly sitting at a banquet. As he sucked and pulled her nipple into his mouth his tongue flicked and darted over the sensitised tip, sending her into wild throes of abandon.

Somehow their bodies moved in harmony with one another, until she was sitting up, with her head flung back and Nick positioned kneeling between her legs so that he could lavish all his attention on her breasts.

He licked his way down and pulled down the jogging bottoms along with her underwear in one smooth, swift movement.

With his fingers, he parted the delicate folds of her and inserted his tongue, wriggling it towards the honeyed sweetness of the little bud that throbbed and begged for satisfaction.

And Rose accordingly groaned and lifted her hips off the sofa, tensing every muscle in her body as his questing tongue flicked and teased and his mouth tasted every inch of her most private parts.

She reached down to try and push him away and reclaim some of her will-power, and felt her fingers curl in his dark hair, urging him to bring her to completion right here, right now.

But Nick needed more than that and he couldn't wait. He was barely aware of taking off his clothes until he was standing in front of her, big and proud. Rose opened her eyes drowsily and smiled before reaching out and taking his throb
bing member in her hand, where she proceeded to give it the same attention that he had given her.

Yes, she had missed this too. Missed him and missed touching him, missed the way her hands and mouth could turn this impressive, powerful man to putty.

By the time he drove into her, they were both so close to coming that it just took a few deep, urgent thrusts to send them tipping over the edge.

Rose recovered to the dull, depressing knowledge that she had made the same mistake. She had allowed her body to do what it wanted to while her brain trailed along somewhere far behind, raising its weedy objections.

The sofa felt cramped and uncomfortable. ‘I need to go and get cleaned up,' she said, and Nick, catching onto the tone of her voice and hearing the shutters begin to slide into place, turned to her and frowned.

‘You're not regretting what we just did, are you?'

‘We're back to square one, Nick.'

‘We need one another.' She was making to stand up and he yanked her back down so that she fell onto his lap where he could easily keep her prisoner. ‘You didn't hear what I said, Rose. I missed you. I missed you from the minute we parted company at the airport and I haven't stopped.'

‘Which is why you felt the need to replace me.'

‘I told you, I thought I needed distraction. I was wrong. I need you. I need this. And so do you. You can say whatever you want, Rose, but your sweet, sexy body tells another story.'

‘It tells a different story. I want you, and, yes, I was weak, but I want more than just sex.'

‘Then come live with me.' Nick uttered the words, but they failed to evoke the horror he might have expected. He had
never lived with a woman in his life before, but right now it didn't seem such an outlandish proposition.

To Rose, his proposal, noble though it was, especially for a man like him, was a halfway measure driven by lust. Love would have demanded a proposal of quite a different nature. Nick wanted her, but he also wanted to keep his options open. Boredom, for him, was lurking just around the corner and he was canny enough to realise that dumping a wife was completely different from dumping a live-in lover.

And, Lord, it was tempting. Tempting to think of having this bliss, but the inevitable rider of ‘for however long it lasted' was too much of a threat to her peace of mind.

‘No.'

‘What do you mean
no
?' Nick looked at her in stunned surprise. He wasn't even aware of her standing up and sticking on her clothes. ‘What do you mean
no
? Have you any idea what sort of a leap a commitment like that takes for a man like me? To have a woman share my space?'

‘And I appreciate it…'

‘But you really want marriage.' He was incredulous. He had just offered her something beyond the reach of every other woman he had ever known and she wanted more.

‘I really do.' Rose took a deep breath and decided that there was no point playing any more games. She sat on the side of the sofa and looked at him carefully. ‘You told me that you never wanted to carry on
wanting
me. Well, Nick…' she shot him a rueful smile ‘…I never wanted to fall in love with you, but I did. That's why I want to marry you. You tell me that we're sexually compatible. I tell you that we're compatible in far more ways than that. I tell you that we have what it takes. So…
will you marry me
?' Rose could actually feel the hammering of her heart. If someone had asked her to do a
bungee jump off the Clifton Suspension Bridge, she couldn't have felt more terrified than she did at this very moment, but what was the use trying to keep the truth to herself any longer? Pride and dignity was all well and good, but if she walked away without telling him how she really felt it would haunt her for the rest of her life. She would always wonder what if, and ‘what if's were too closely related to ‘if only's for her liking.

Nick looked at her, aghast.

Love? Marriage? He couldn't contemplate it. Freedom of movement was so deeply ingrained in him that the thought of relinquishing it was unthinkable.

And, anyway, since when did women do the proposing?

He felt a surge of anger that she just hadn't been able to accept his already extreme sacrifice of moving in with him.

‘Don't worry answering,' Rose said neutrally. She stood up and walked towards the door. ‘Your answer's written on your face.' Now, she couldn't look at him, so instead she stared out into the hallway, hearing him get dressed and then feeling him move towards her.

‘I'm not the marrying type of man. You always knew that, Rose. Why couldn't you have just accepted the parameters and appreciated the fact that I asked you to live with me? It's as good as…'

Rose took a deep breath and looked at him. She had her arms folded and she could feel her fingernails pressing painfully into her forearms. If they weren't she was sure that she would be shaking like a leaf. ‘Because,' she said calmly, and where that dreadful calm came from she had no idea, ‘marriage is all about commitment. Real commitment. Not just the “yes, let's stay together while the going's good” variety.'