Studs For Hire: Women On Top

An eBook By Sherry James.

Remembering she was scantily clad, she scowled and shoved out of his grasp. She backed her way to the bathroom, not wanting to give Trevor the pleasure of seeing her bare bottom any more tonight. Grabbing her white, fuzzy robe off the hook on the door, she slipped it on and a semblance of security and strength surrounded her.

"So what are you doing here?" she managed to ask with censure as she stepped back into the office. "And how did you get in here? All the doors are locked. Did you break in?"

"I'm reporting in with the boss, like I was ordered to do. And for your information, I didn't break in. Terri gave me a key."

Super. Syd made a mental note to discuss with her business partners the possible pitfalls of handing out keys to the help prior to the end of the ninety-day probationary period.

He grinned wickedly and fingered the lapels of her robe. "I liked you better without this."

Sydnie swore she could almost feel the heat of his touch all the way through the terrycloth. Oh, boy. The cliche, in way over her head, exploded in her mind.

She needed to be strong, very strong. She brushed away his hands. "I meant, you're supposed to report in during business hours."

"I saw your car in the lot and knew you were still working, so that counts as business hours, doesn't it? How was I to know you'd be-"

"Don't go there." She held up her hand. "I don't want to discuss what happened here tonight, ever again."

"All right. Your secret is safe with me." He shrugged. "I got checks." He pulled them out of his pocket and waved the slips of paper under her nose. "Sorry about the teeth marks on that one. I hope it'll go through the bank okay."

She eyed the torn check and for the first time noticed Trevor's jeans were ripped and his T-shirt had a good-sized tear on the right side of his chest as well. She saw the smooth tanned skin underneath and watched, mesmerized as his muscles flexed when he moved. Her breath caught. "What happened to you?"

"Come on, Syd. You don't have to ask that." He tapped the tip of her nose with his index finger.

"Yes, I do. What are you getting at?"

"You know all about this little game we're playing."

"Game?"

"Yeah. Game." Their gazes locked and held. He yanked on the tail of the belt of her robe. The garment fell open. He brushed the fabric off her shoulder, exposing her skin to the fever of his touch. Her heart pounded in a wild, almost primal, rhythm.

Trevor slipped a finger under the silky strap of her bra. With excruciating slowness, he slid his finger down the length of the strap, not stopping until he reached the swell of her breast. His touch hypnotized her in a way she never thought possible. It was almost as if he'd cast some sort of spell over her.

His gaze fell to her breasts. "That's quite a bra you've got there. Nice," he drawled. "Something new?"

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