MrTemptation by Annabelle Weston

edge, as
though she’d melt into the floor at any moment. Did he notice? Or did he expect
her to be a basket case?
    They traveled up to her floor in silence. The elevator music
did nothing to calm her nerves. What would she say when they were alone in her
room? Should she ask him if he’d like a drink?
    She opened the door with her card and he followed her into
the room. As she placed the bouquet on the mantel above the fireplace, she
stole a glance at him from the mirror. He was such a handsome specimen. His
slacks didn’t show one wrinkle. The creases were perfect and the fit supreme.
She couldn’t help but devour him with her eyes. There was a hint of a bulge
beneath the zipper.
    Yes!
    He watched her with his arms crossed. He unbuttoned his
jacket. Her heart pounded with that one simple task. His shirt hugged the
rippling muscles of his chest.
    “Make yourself comfortable,” she said.
    Her blood pressure soared when he loosened his tie and
unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, giving her a glimpse of the tan skin at
the base of his throat. She imagined unbuttoning the shirt farther, running her
hands across his broad shoulders and chest and… Maybe they wouldn’t be going
out to dinner after all.
    She’d been eyeing him like a hungry tiger ready to pounce,
which wouldn’t be a smart move at all.
    She shifted her gaze back to the flowers. “They really
brighten up the room, thank you.”
    “I’m glad you like them.”
    Now she was at a loss for words. She didn’t want to talk.
She just wanted to press her lips to his and kiss him for the next hour.
    “How is your headache?” he asked.
    “Much better.”
    She sucked in her breath, squared her shoulders, schooled
her features into a look that didn’t show her true feelings and turned to face
him.
    His gaze traveled to the half-empty bottle of champagne
sitting next to her laptop.
    “I celebrated when I got back,” she said.
    He frowned. “I’d thought you’d be upset.”
    “About inheriting all that money? Not a chance.”
    His gaze bored into her and she didn’t look away.
    She’d disappointed him. She could tell by the hardness in
his gaze and the firm set of his jaw.
    “I don’t normally drink in the middle of the day,” she said.
Why was she making excuses?
    “You’re not upset about your father’s will anymore?” he
asked.
    She groaned inwardly. Why did he want to talk? “I suppose,
but I won’t pretend the evil trio are my favorite people.”
    “That’s an honest answer,” he said with a tenderness she
hadn’t expected.
    “Let’s not talk any more about my family tonight. Let’s have
some fun,” she said. She fiddled nervously with her purse.
    “I’m ready,” he said, smiling.
    She cocked her head sideways and let her gaze drop to his
crotch. “ Yes, I see that you are.”
    She headed for the door. She’d be a puddle soon if they
didn’t get a move on. She needed some air.
    He quickly caught up and opened it for her. He was too close
and she had to maneuver to avoid brushing against him.
    Before she could walk through the door, Preston gripped her
wrist. She instantly stopped—and so did her heart. Silently, he shut the door
and she stood staring at him, her back against the cold wood.
    It was going to happen. He would kiss her, right? She licked
her lips, unable to take her eyes from his. Her nipples tightened in
anticipation. Her pussy grew hotter, wetter. Every inch of her skin begged for
a connection, anticipated their joining.
    He was only inches from her. Gone was the indecision he had
shown earlier. His doubtful expression had been replaced with a fiery look.
    She opened her mouth to say something but before she could
get the words out, his mouth was hovering over hers. She couldn’t think of a
single reason why she shouldn’t yield to what he was offering.
    She reached up and kissed him on the lips, a soft, gentle
kiss. Her nerves flared and it felt as though a thousand prickles of pleasure
danced over her