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"For what?"
"Whatever game you're playing." She made the mistake of leaning over on the desk. She saw when his eyes drifted to the gap in her form-fitting sweater dress. It was only pride and determination that made her stay where she was. But she could not stop the warmth from spreading to every part of her body.
"You look lovely." His voice had deepened, warning her what was coming.
He circled her desk and perched on the edge of it, edging her in. "You have such flawless skin." He had to touch and he did, trailing a finger over the long column of her neck. After the night in the parking lot when she had refused him, he had spent the time cursing her and alternating between despair and anger, but had decided that he wasn't giving up. "So soft."
She swallowed the lump that had lodged itself inside her throat. "This is highly inappropriate. Helen might just walk in. Stop it!" she hissed. His fingers were making their way to the deep vee of her dress and sending sparks flying.
"I can't." he told her simply. His eyes lifted to meet hers. "And what's more, you don't want me to."
Her eyes flashed. "You arrogant, conceited, entitled..."
His laughter cut her off and had her glaring at him.
"All of that?" he asked teasingly. "When you're angry, your eyes turn a deeper shade of mahogany. It always fascinated me. I used to be intimidated. You would turn those eyes onto a hapless fellow student who pissed you off and send him or her scurrying. I used to tell myself that I would never want to be the object of your displeasure."
His finger trailed even lower and she forgot to breathe. She knew her nipples were as hard as rock and brushing against the material of her dress.
"I don't intend to take a walk down memory lane with you." She managed to get the words out without them strangling inside her throat.
"No?" His finger continued its disturbing exploration. "Why don't we kiss instead?"
The sudden discreet knock on the door had her charging from her chair.
"Yes?"
"The conference room is ready."
"Thanks, Helen." Relief coursed through her weakened body as she turned to gather her notes.
"Saved by your assistant." he murmured. He was still sitting on the edge of her desk, restricting her movements.
"Please step back."
"Of course." Before she realized what he was doing, he caught her around the waist and drew her between his strong thighs.
"What are you doing?"
"My favorite pastime." He swooped in before she could stop him and seized her lips in a kiss that had her sagging against him weakly. "That should give us both something to think about during the tedious financial accounting."
The kiss left her weak and needy. She clung to him, her lips parted as she welcomed the invasion of his tongue.
Landry felt the familiar violent need scorching him. He had kissed her to make a point, but it had turned into something much more potent. His hands went around her waist to dig through the material of her dress. Need poured through him quickly and incisively, leaving him breathless and desperate. If he didn't have her soon, he was going to implode!
It was the knock on the door that finally filtered through his brain and had him releasing her and ending the kiss. Even so, he continued to hold her, his breathing rapid and shallow, his body beating like a live thing.
"Let go of me." Kady whispered. She was trembling and thinking that there wasn't much more of this she could take.
"Just a minute," he said quietly, hands wandering up and down her back. "I need to steady myself." His hand came up to lift her chin, jade green eyes swirling with passion. "If you think we can ignore what's happening between us, then you're a fool and I know you're not." Putting her away, he eased off the desk before making his way to the door.
It took several minutes for her to compose herself enough to follow him.
***
She could not concentrate. Other than the mindless droning of the CFO, she was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on the latest financial reports. Landry sat at the other end of the table, his very efficient assistant making her notes. He leaned back in the chair; his eyes trained on her.
She felt his stare, even though she was studiously trying to avoid looking at him. When she happened to lift her head, it was to see the smoldering look in his eyes and the suggestive smile on his lips.
