Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) Page 43

  When she stepped forward and made for the ridiculously imposing desk, Rhi kept her eyes focused on anything except the man who sat in stony, unmoving silence watching her every move. Thank God she had something to hold onto for if she didn’t, she was sure she’d be wringing her hands.

  Through the muted sunlight shining from the bank of tinted windows behind the desk, she found a breathtaking view of the city skyscape that offered the perfect frame for the man staring her down. His shoulders were broad, encased in a black suit with a shirt so white it was blinding. Unable to look at his face she concentrated on the details such as the fact that his tie fed into a vest while the handkerchief peeking from the breast pocket on his jacket was the same bright white as the shirt. When he reached up and smoothed his hand down the tie, she noted crisp cuffs accented with silver and black links and his hand of course. Those beautiful strong hands with tapered fingers that had, once upon a time, cupped her breasts and stroked her trembling body, seeking out her desire and doing things, intimate things that refused to stay hidden in her memory. This meeting is doomed, she realized.

  Silence came in many forms. It could be soothing in the right setting. Or as it was now, terrifying. She wanted to know what he was thinking, but her access to his thoughts had been ruthlessly cut off a long time ago. As it was, she could only stand there and try not to fall apart as he rather cold-bloodedly used his powerful advantage without a thought to her feelings. Fucking asshole.

  Just when she was certain the silence was going to kill her, she heard him mutter in that dark, sexy, smolder that had robbed her of sense as a teenager, “Rhiann.”

  Swallowing the painful constriction in her throat she inclined her head in a respectful nod and answered, “Mr. Ashforth.”

  From the periphery of her consciously muted vision she saw his mouth draw into a grim line at her response. What? He thought she’d giggle and twirl her hair and fall at his feet like an adoring puppy, desperate for his attention? Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. Hell would offer skiing lessons before she’d ever be that foolishly naïve again.

  Sitting forward in his leather chair, he bit out a grumpy sounding, “Have a seat,” then immediately ignored her while she sat down on the edge of the chair in front of his desk, with the folder she’d brought carefully balanced on her lap while she held the pen in a death grip. Tension kept her spine rigid, but she was uncomfortably aware that the necklace hanging down the front of her dress was acting like a beacon indicating the rapid, nervous rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took.

  He kept her on pins and needles while shuffling papers, picking up one or two to read, then tossing them aside with a deep sigh. She could feel his annoyance, it was radiating off him like a damn heat wave. That and the other thing she was desperately trying to ignore. No matter how hard she tried to block it, Rhiann could almost taste his potent masculinity. It practically hung in the air like a fog surrounding them both. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It had always been this way with Liam. He exuded a formidable virility that shredded her damn nerves. In no way was it helpful that she could feel the pulse building in intensity in her core or the dampness forming in her panties.

  “Are you ever going to look at me?” he growled.

  Ah, dammit. He wasn’t playing fair. Actually, none of this was fair by any stretch of the imagination. Wondering for the thousandth time how it was that this man, of all the millions of people on the planet, came to be her boss, Rhiann struggled, searching for a reasonable way to deal with the situation and keep her dignity.

  The imp in her personality chose that moment to make its presence known when she pithily replied, “Sorry, sir. I thought the peasants were supposed to avert their eyes in your presence.” She heard his sharp intake of breath and mentally placed a hash mark under her name on the internal scoreboard in her mind.

  “Bitch,” he ground out, his voice sounding dark and menacing.

  Rhiann couldn’t help it when his answer brought her eyes swinging quickly to his face where they collided with his smoldering gaze. This time it was her who took a deep breath. For the briefest second she found the old Liam looking back at her with an expression bordering on primal longing that shocked some damn sense into her. It vanished quickly though, to be replaced by something that looked a lot like self-righteous victory.

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