Coming in the summer of 2013…..
The first book of the Cursed Hearts Series…..
“I’m helping,” she said firmly. “I was not hired simply to drive you around, pick up your food and put up with your bullshit, Tristan. This is part of my job and I’m going to do it. Now you can just suck it up, because you do not have a choice in the matter.”
His hand stilled on the file he was moving as he looked up and met her eyes. Perhaps she went a tad too far. Yeah, definitely too far this time. He dropped the file on the desk and sat back in his chair, never taking his eyes off her.
“I don’t have a choice?” he asked, cocking an arrogant brow in her direction.
She straightened her spine and shoulders. “No.”
For a long moment he didn’t say anything, making her even more nervous. Just when she was about to make a hasty retreat he spoke.
“I’m glad we have an understanding.” She couldn’t resist rubbing it in as she walked around the desk to look at the folders, trying to hide how surprised she was that he gave in so easily.
“Oh, we have an understanding alright,” he said as his hand clamped around her wrist when she tried to pick up a folder.
She swallowed. “I’m helping,” she reminded him quietly.
“Yes, you are. But I need the files over here,” he patiently explained, that calm tone alone sent shivers down her back and warning signals off in her head.
“Okay, let me get my chair,” she said, trying to pull her hand away.
“No need. There isn’t enough room over here for two chairs,” he said. Marty looked pointedly at the large space behind his desk.
He ignored her and with a slight tug had her stumbling onto his lap. Her response was instantaneous if not a bit embarrassing. She yelped and jumped only to have his arm snake around her waist and bring her back down on his lap.
Her hands shot out to grip the desk as he shifted the chair forward, trapping her between the desk and his large body.
“Ah, that’s better. Now let’s see what we’ve got here, shall we?” he asked in a casual tone.
“I-I can do this from my desk,” she stuttered.
He sighed. “There isn’t enough room at your desk for both of us, Marty. Would you please focus? I’d like to get some work done if you don’t mind,” he said casually, but she could hear the humor in his tone and that pissed her off.
“Fine. Let’s get to work,” she said, purposely shifting in his lap. His reaction was rather pleasing. He sucked in a breath and tensed beneath her. A moment later she rethought her little action when she felt him harden beneath her bottom. She swallowed as he continued to grow. Were all men this big? she had to wonder.
She could practically feel his smug smile when he realized that she could feel him. The bastard. Deciding she wasn’t going to be intimidated she opened her mouth to egg him on, which of course she knew was stupid, but really couldn’t be helped.
“Tristan, do you mind?”
“Mind what?” his voice was deeper than normal.
“Do you mind shifting? You have a small tube of chapstick or something in your pocket that’s poking me.” Maybe she shouldn’t have emphasized small. Guys were kind of sensitive about that sort of thing, right?
Copyright R.L. Mathewson 2013