Page 16 of Decidedly Off Limits

Heat rushed to my face at what I had been reading. Or more specifically, the scene I’d been reading.

There might have been dirty talk involved.

And possibly a silk tie.

Don’t think about Trent and his long strong fingers strapping you to the bed with his ties.

This fantasy had already visited me more times than I cared to share. The fantasy where Trent ripped open my blouse, too impatient to waste time unbuttoning it.

He spread his warm hands across my breasts, partially hidden by my black lacy bra, and squeezed them. I whimpered with need and my nipples ached for his hot breath, ached for his tongue.

He unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor, then pressed me against the door. His talented tongue lashed against a needy nipple. Heat surged between my legs. “Oh, God,” I moaned.

With a sexy smirk that made my panties wetter, Trent pulled away and started to undo his tie.

“Are you still with me?” A male voice jerked me back to reality.

A reality that didn’t involve Trent and me, naked.

My girlie parts all groaned in unison, aroused, achy, and cussing like a horny sailor.Sorry, girls.

“Sorry,” I told the man. “I was just thinking about something I have to do after my break. What did you say?”

“What were you reading?” He jerked his chin toward my purse.

“Trust me, nothing that would interest you.”

He smiled. It was a nice smile as smiles went, but my panties stayed dry. “I’m Craig, by the way. And you’re Kelsey, right?”

“That’s right.”

“And what kind of food do you like?”

Odd question—unless you were getting ready to ask the person out on a date. “All kinds. I’m an equal opportunity eater…minus weird stuff, like bugs.” I made a face and he giggled. God, what was it with that giggle? “I love chocolate, but what woman doesn’t? But I’m not a fan of chocolate ice cream.” Although I could be persuaded if the flavor was to-die-for.

“I don’t like ice cream.”

My eyes widened. “How can you not like ice cream?”

He shrugged. “I just don’t.”

Strike two.

Seriously, who didn’t like ice cream?

I mean, unless you were lactose intolerant.

“So what do you do in finance?” Not exactly a flirting-type question, but him not liking ice cream had me momentarily stumped.

Six minutes later, after he droned on and on and on about his job, I couldn’t get away fast enough. I checked the time on my cell phone and scrambled out of my chair, even though I still had a few minutes before I needed to leave. “Sorry, I have to get back to work.”

Craig unfolded himself from his seat with the same confident smile he had worn earlier. “So where would you like to go for our second date?”

Anywhere you won’t be.

This was never my favorite part—not that I had a lot of experience turning guys down.

Maybe there was aDummiesbook on the topic I could quickly Google.