Page 33 of Blackmailing the Bad Girl

The worrying thing was, he found it amazingly sexy. She looked prim and proper, and he’d seen her naked. He knew she was anything but prim.

She jumped to her feet, smoothed her hands down over the skirt, then shifted from foot to foot, biting her lip. She wasn’t comfortable around him. Was she remembering that he’d been deep inside her? That he knew what she looked like when she came? That he’d made her moan with pleasure?

Shit, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. Because he’d decided he wasn’t going there again. And now he was getting hard just from the memory.

He strolled into the room, and she edged around the desk, her hands gripped in front of her. “I wasn’t expecting you,” she said.

He studied her silently, and she almost twitched under his stare.

“Er…can I get you anything? Is there anything you need?”

You.

He had an image of her perched on his desk, prim gray skirt bunched around her hips, prim white shirt open. Beneath it, he could make out a plain white bra.

She cleared her throat and he realized he’d been staring at her breasts for at least thirty seconds. He raised his eyes to her face. Her cheeks were flushed with color, but her eyes were clear of expression.

He had to get a grip. “Set up these meetings.” He handed her a piece of paper. “And ask Harry to come up.”

She scowled as he mentioned Harry.

“What’s he done?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

He raised a brow.

“All he did was drop by, tell me he didn’t trust me, that I was going to screw up, and then let me know he’d be waiting to march me to the police station.”

“He wants you to screw up.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “We sort of made a bet. I said you could change if someone was willing to help you. He reckons you can’t.”

Her eyes narrowed on him. “You made a bet?”

He shrugged out of his jacket, handed it to her as he passed, and she took it automatically. He sat in his chair where she’d been spinning and studied her. She looked miffed, her teeth clenched, brows drawn together. “Not actual money.”

“Let me get this straight. You ruined my life for a bet.”

He grinned. “No, I’d already decided to ruin your life anyway. But this added to the fun.”

“Fun?”

“Come on, Summer. Your life is hardly ruined. You’ve got a good job; you’re well paid and away from temptation.”

She opened her mouth. Then, clearly thinking better of whatever she’d been going to say, she whirled around and marched to the door. She opened it but then turned back. “I need tomorrow morning off.”

“What for?”

He presumed she’d been hoping that he wouldn’t be back. That she could take the time off and he’d be none the wiser.

“None of your business.”

He folded his arms across his chest and waited.

She gave an exaggerated sigh. “My friend Darcy is being released tomorrow. I promised to meet her.” She swallowed, stood up taller. “Please.”