Married To The Boss (12 page)

Though R.J. felt fully a part of Megan's family and was accepted and loved as the oldest brother, there remained a special bond between him and Anna.

Anna had only been a few months old when their father had abandoned the two of them. R.J. wasn't a demonstrative man, but his protectiveness and affection for Anna and her son, Will, were apparent to anyone who'd ever seen them together.

Dana had left the special circumstances of their marriage for R.J. to explain to Anna. He could tell her as much or as little as he decided was appropriate. Dana had never had any close relatives of her own except for her mother, who had passed away years ago, so she couldn't begin to fully understand, much less interfere with, their special relationship.

It was getting late when she finished making her plans for the week and had jotted down notes on things to do for the next day. She'd made a good head start on her intentions, but the week promised to be a hectic one. Since she was privy to R.J.'s schedule, she had taken the liberty of filling almost every available minute with an eye to repairing his reputation. That was the one thing she could do for him, and she was determined it would work.

Her car was dropped off and she paid her neighbor, who'd obligingly agreed to the service, before he took a cab home. Dana wondered about R.J.'s stubbornness concerning the cars, but little of what
he'd done since the marriage could have been predicted based on what she knew about him—and she'd thought she knew him well.

Dana didn't see R.J. as she made her way upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed. She was actually relieved. She didn't relish running into him again, rehashing all the reasons she couldn't accept his money. True, she didn't have his wealth, but she was comfortable. You didn't work as the executive secretary for R.J. Maitland without getting well paid for it. But even if she'd been a pauper, she'd never have let him pay her for their marriage.

Her pride, which he'd yet to discover rivaled his own, wouldn't allow for such a thing.

She went to her room, idly wondering where R.J. had gotten to. Maybe he'd already retired for the night. Bone tired herself, she kicked off her shoes and stripped off her slacks, putting them neatly away. Then she turned to the mirror and pulled the pins from her hair. She was just reaching for the hem of her tunic to pull it over her head when there was a brisk knock on the dividing door and it opened.

Dana turned to stone.

A frozen, heavy silence filled the room. She could only imagine how she looked, standing there in nothing more than a long shirt, her hair disheveled, bordering on wild since she'd yet to pull a brush through it.

And R.J. He stood there staring, one hand still on the doorknob, one foot inside the room. His hazel eyes were fixed on her, not wavering the tiniest bit,
and she could see the slow clenching of his jaw, could feel the strange energy gathering around him like a brewing storm.

Awkwardness swamped her, and she reached up to smooth her hair, though she knew it wouldn't do a bit of good. As if that movement had galvanized him, R.J. stepped the rest of the way into the room and shut the door behind him. He didn't say a word as he strolled barefoot across the carpet to stand directly in front of her.

There was an intense light in his eyes, turning the hazel to gold, and a frown marred his brow. His gaze slid with excruciating slowness over her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, lingering for long moments on her exposed legs.

Dana shifted her feet, pressing her knees together. Through the lump in her throat, she choked out the words that needed to be said. “I'd appreciate it if you didn't just barge in here.”

It was as if she hadn't spoken. “Damn, you have beautiful hair.”

She was too stunned to even blush. She simply wanted him out of the room before he felt forced to offer more outrageous compliments. “R.J., I'm in the middle of changing clothes.” Her hands shook, and she tugged ineffectually on the bottom of the tunic, trying to stretch the material to cover her thighs.

His gaze met hers, and she felt seared by the heat. “I'm glad I didn't wait. You'd have never let me in, not looking like this.”

“You're right.” She started to step away, but she
refused to be a coward. Situations such as this were bound to occur sooner or later. Though it was painfully awkward—at least for her—now was the perfect time to resolve them, so future incidents could be avoided.

The fact that he kept staring at her legs made it even more difficult. Men didn't look at her with such intensity, and certainly R.J. never had. In fact, she couldn't remember any man ever seeing her legs before. The skirts she favored were long, ending just below her knees. Besides, her legs were unexceptional. They were thin, long, pale. Not the shapely tanned legs of a beach bunny.

She did her best to stand still. “R.J., you promised me my privacy when I agreed to the marriage.”

Other than drawing his darkened gaze from her legs to her face, he ignored her. She knew R.J. had a knack of forcing the topic any way he chose, and this was no different. Still, she was speechless when he reached out and tangled his fist in her hair.

“You look like a siren.” His fist moved, his fingers caressing. “Your hair is so damn soft and sexy.”

“R.J., please.” This time she did try to step away, but since he didn't let go of her hair, she was drawn up short with a wince.

He didn't appear to notice. “And your legs.” His free hand settled on her hip, his fingers gently squeezing as he looked down the length of her. “You have world-class legs, babe. I had no idea.”

Her breath came too fast as she frantically tried to think of a way to get him out of the room.

“I keep thinking about last night,” he continued. “How soft and sweet you were under me. I couldn't see you then. Damn, if I had, I wouldn't have lasted as long as I did, and we both know it wasn't nearly long enough.”

As if that statement had reminded him of something, he jerked his gaze to her face. “You made me crazy. I hadn't expected that. Usually I'm controlled, and I can keep the lovemaking going for hours. I enjoy watching a woman climax, hearing her cry out, feeling her tighten around me.”

His breath, coming in low, rough gusts, brushed her temple as he leaned closer, nuzzling against her. “That's what I meant to do with you,” he whispered, the words a soft stirring of air in her ear, making her skin tingle and her toes curl. “You took me by surprise.”

His hand tightened on her hip, and he drew her close so she could feel the length of his erection against her abdomen. “I put my fingers inside you, and you were so damn wet—”

Dana jerked away with a gasp, taking several steps across the room until she was safely on the other side of the bed. She hadn't known men talked this way, that they said things so bluntly. Or maybe it was just R.J., his natural arrogance in always speaking his mind.

“Don't,” she rasped, the words raw and shaky.
“Don't say dumb things just to manipulate me, to get the upper hand.”

R.J. looked poleaxed. He stood there, one hand still outstretched, his chest rising and falling, twin slashes of color high on his cheekbones. Very slowly, he lowered his hand to his side.
“Dumb
things?”

Dana felt close to losing her composure completely. She didn't want R.J. to see her like this, half clothed, vulnerable, behaving like a fool. If she expected to keep working with him after the marriage ended, she had to keep their relationship as normal as possible. He'd never wanted her emotions to interfere in the past. She had to believe he'd want it even less now.

She drew a deep breath and searched for control. R.J. had always liked and respected her for her reasonableness, her common sense. She dredged that up now, trying to sound cavalier. “I…I know what I look like, R.J. I'm levelheaded, not silly. And I've long since resigned myself to being plain. It's not something that bothers me.”

His frown came slowly, not a frown of intensity, but one of building anger. His tone was low and rough, each word carefully enunciated. “You are not plain.”

She laughed, though she felt far from amused. She refused to let him see how the topic of her very ordinary appearance hurt her. “I have mirrors, R.J. And I'm neither blind nor delusional. In fact, I'd say I'm rather astute.”

“On occasion, usually with business,” he agreed.
“But this time you're dead wrong. Or are you going to stand there and call me a liar?”

She hadn't expected such a strong attack. She cleared her throat, wondering how to diffuse this little disagreement—bizarre as it seemed—and get him out of her room.

“I wouldn't call it lying, exactly.” She watched him, trying to calculate his reaction to her honesty. “More like outrageous flattery, something we both know you're an expert at when it suits you. But I'm not a woman easily fooled and the flattery is unnecessary anyway, since we've both agreed not to continue in any sort of…sexual intimacy.”

“I didn't agree to a damn thing. And after seeing you like this, you can bet your sweet behind I want to get intimate. I want to get real intimate.” He advanced on her, slowly circling the bed while keeping her pinned with his icy gaze. “I want to see the rest of you, Dana, not just your legs, which really are sexy as sin.”

She shook her head, mute.

“I want you naked from head to toe. I want to see the breasts I held and touched and kissed last night. And your nipples. Do you know your whole body shuddered when I sucked on your nipples?”

Dana found herself speechless. She'd never dealt with R.J. in a mood like this and had no idea how to handle him. And she'd never in her wildest dreams imagined hearing anything so outrageous and bold said to her. She'd truly had no idea men spoke in such a way, not even R.J.

She bit her lip, more unsure of herself as a woman than ever before.

R.J.'s eyes narrowed when she remained silent, then focused intently on her mouth. His voice dropped another octave until it was so low she could barely hear him.

“I want to feel those long legs of yours around my waist. And I want to watch your face when I enter you, this time with no surprises. It'll be easier, you know. I'll make damn sure there's no discomfort.”

Her heart beat so hard she felt it throughout her entire body.

R.J.'s smile was both gentle and predatory. “Most of all,” he growled, “I want to watch your beautiful eyes when I give you your first orgasm.”

“R.J.”
Dana tried to retreat a step. She bumped up against the bed and nearly tumbled onto it, only gaining her balance at the last second.

R.J. caught her arms in a gentle, unbreakable hold. “I have no idea why in hell you're so set on calling yourself plain or why you've tried to convince the rest of the world the same damn thing, but you're wrong.” He gave her a slight shake to emphasize his statement. “Now that I've seen you, I don't intend to let you continue hiding from me.”

“I was never hiding.” She pressed against his chest, but he was as unmovable as an oak tree.

“Then what would you call it?”

“Being…being realistic.” She took a breath and tried to explain before things got further out of hand.
Had R.J. misunderstood and taken her actions as a challenge? She had to set him straight. “I've accepted who I am, how I look. I don't need you to dress things up for me.”

R.J. seemed to consider that, his expression so piercing she felt herself squirm under his regard. His hands softened and began idly caressing her, then he lifted one hand to her cheek and smoothed her messed hair. “Let's sit down a minute and talk.”

The only place for them both to sit was on the mattress, and she'd already determined never to find herself there with him again. “No, I…I want to get ready for bed.”

His grin was fleeting. “Bed was uppermost on my mind when I came in here, at least until I understood just how damn confused you are.”

He drew her down next to him on the edge of the mattress and kept hold of her hand, his fingers toying with hers, as if he needed the moment to measure his words. Finally he looked at her, and his smile was boyishly crooked and wickedly sensual. “If I'd seen you like this before,” he said, “you'd never have lasted so long as my assistant.”

“Why not?” Dana wasn't certain what to think, and with every word R.J. confused her further.

“Because I'd have had to make love with you. And office romances never last.”

Her heart squeezed tight in pain. Was this his way of telling her that once the marriage was over, so was their business association?

“Is that why you hid from me? So we wouldn't get involved?”

Dana shook her head. R.J.'s eyes flared, and he caught her chin, halting her automatic protest. She met his gaze reluctantly. “I never hid from you.”

“Then it's yourself you're hiding from.” Taking her totally off guard, he slid his hand from her chin to her breast, cuddling her softly in his palm.

Dana gasped, frozen in place, and R.J. gave a soft groan. “You see, you're very much a woman.” He moved his hand to her other breast and treated it to the same torment, allowing his fingers to find and stroke her nipple. Even through her bra and shirt, the feeling was exquisite and she bit her lip hard.

“Shh. Don't do that. Don't freeze up on me. I'm not going to rush you, babe, I promise. Last night was a mistake, an aberration for me. Next time will be so much better. You have my word on that. But I've been going crazy wanting you again, and now I'm finally starting to understand a few things.”

His fingers continued to tease and stroke, and she could barely think straight. “What things?”

“Number one, that you have no idea of your appeal. What I want to know is why.”

“R.J., I—”

His hand gently squeezed her breast in sensual warning, his body going still. “Don't say it, Dana.” His words were a muttered command, not harsh, but more compelling for their quiet. “Don't sit there and tell me how unattractive you are, because I won't let you lie to me or yourself.”