Page 17 of Her Cocky Client

He fills up two cups and brings them back to the bed. “What do you need to know to be as decisive as when you invited me back to your room earlier?”

“Please tell me you’re not seriously comparing sleeping with you one time with working with you for as long as a year. Areyou?”

“How is it any different from what you were expecting from Tapped today?”

I slowly take the cup offered to me. “Us. Our dynamic. I mean, how are we supposed to get pastit?”

Nick takes a drink of champagne. “More touching and less talking.”

I groan. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I. You won’t work directly with me. I’m more hands-on in business development. Which is why you can help on the software developmentside.”

“I think I get it, but honestly, it already sounds complicated.”

“Whatpart?”

“Working for you by day and letting you rule me at night.”

He grins. “We have a connection. A synergy.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip. “True…in the bedroom. Tell me precisely why you believe that my working for you, benefits you at all. And I’m talking about your company.”

Nick is quiet for a minute. Either he’s thinking really hard or he has no answer and is about to retract his offer altogether. I really hope it’s not the latter. “Easy,” he finally says. “You have fresh ideas and experience with project management in traditional firms. I have insider experience.”

I take a drink of champagne. Can partnering with him actually work? Business and pleasure together? It sounds messy.

“Can I think about it? Say, over the holidays. But I’ll let you know right after New Years. You won’t have to wonder about my decision for toolong.”

He smiles. “Definitely. If you’d like, I’ll fly you out to our offices to meet some of my team before you decide.”

“We’re going to have to keep things professional betweenus.”

He shakes his head. “Not gonna happen.”

Does this guy ever listen to reason? “You’re offering me a position that’s conditional on my sleeping withyou.”

Nick laughs. “No. I’m offering you a private contractor agreement, first of all. You’ll work for yourself, not as my employee. And yes, I’ll work hard to keep you…with perks I can only give you from mybed.”

I tap my finger against my cup and think about it some more. It’s bound to fail. Never mind that he has made a memorable impression on mywomb.

My mouth twists. “Is Tapped your end game atall?”

He nods. “That’s the question I was waitingfor.”

“Okay, is it, or isn’t it? All this roundabout cryptic-speak is making me dizzy.”

“Here’s what I suggest. Fly back with me. Meet my team. We’ll flesh out the details after Christmas. You can decidethen.”

The offer sounds good. Excellent.

Now I’m really excited. “You think we can do it? Get Tapped?”

Nick raises his cup. “They’re the tip of the iceberg butyes.”

I knock my plastic cup against his. “Deal. I’ll come check itout.”

His grin lifts. “And here I thought you’d need to sleep onit.”

“Sleep on a non-decision?” I slide up his leg and let it come to rest on his cock. “I thought you’d much prefer for me to sleep onthis.”

He’s on me again, dragging me down into the perfect push and pull, pleasure and pain mess that’s the two ofus.