Page 27 of Guarding the Rock Star
We stared at each other for a long time before Tasha moved closer, slow and sure. When she was leaning as far forward as she could in her chair, she touched her lips to mine.
Immediately my entire body was on fire. I deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and tangling with hers. I scooted my chair back and dragged her into my lap. She came willingly, spreading her legs to straddle me, pelvis rocking against mine. With just a slight change in the angle, I could totally get off just like this.
Tasha’s hands slid between us, sneaking up underneath my tank top to knead my breasts. I arched my back, pressing into her touch, while I gripped her ass and used it to grind her down on my pussy.
I forgot about where we were. I forgot all about my plan to tease and torture her until she agreed to be my mate. I forgot all about my job. All I could think about was the feeling of her lips pressed against me, her hands playing with my tits, and how incredible it felt to hold Tasha in my arms.
“Oh my God!”
Tasha and I sprang apart as we heard Monica scream in horror.
“I thought you said you were cousins!”
The chef was gripping the crucifix around her neck like it was the only thing keeping her from falling into the world of sin she clearly thought we were living in.
I was never so thankful for all my years in the military. It had taught me not to be flustered, and also how to lie convincingly on the fly, which was good because right now Tasha was visibly flustered. And mute.
“Oh hey Monica, sorry about that, but now you know our little secret,” I began.
“Your secret is incest?” she shrieked.
With my enhanced hearing it was like someone stuck needles in my ears.
“Ugh, no. The truth is that Tasha and I are not related at all. We’re secretly dating.”
Monica’s gaze swung to Tasha, who was still doing her best impersonation of a deer in the headlights.
“I knew there was no way you’d be related to one of them,” she sneered. “Although dating one is probably worse...”
Tasha held up her hand and gave Monica the sternest expression I’d ever seen her make.
“Monica, we are not friends. You are my employee, and I did not ask for your opinion on my dating life,” she said firmly. “I appreciate your service with me, and I’ll appreciate you continuing to observe the nondisclosure agreement you signed when you came to work for me.”
Monica’s mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish on a hook, her face flushing with anger. I saw the exact moment she realized her cushy and well paying job with Tasha was more important than her personal opinions. She took a deep breath and sent Tasha a pacifying smile. For some reason it made me uneasy.
“Of course Tasha, I’m so sorry I forgot my place.” Monica sent me a quick look before returning her attention to my mate. “I was just so shocked and...well, it won’t happen again.”
She stomped out of the room without another word.
“Damn!” I gave Tasha an admiring look. “You went all hard ass girl boss on her.”
I wanted desperately to pull her back into my lap and finish what we’d started.
“Of course I did, no one talks to my...my friend like that.”
Friend. Well, that cooled my ardor fast. We stood side by side almost awkwardly as I wondered if we should talk about that kiss or pretend it didn’t happen. The moment was interrupted by Boris striding into the room, Yuri and Alexei following close behind.
“There is new letter,” Boris said. “Lois sends on secure channel.”
I held out my hand. “Let’s see it.”
I frowned as I read the letter.
You have been warned to change your ways. You cannot hide in the woods from me. You will give up this lifestyle or you will die now.
Underneath the short note was a picture of the house we were staying in. Tasha gasped as she read the note.
“Get Lois on the phone,” I ordered Boris. “We need a new plan.”
