He had to stop. This was wrong in too many ways to count. If he stepped away from her right now, they could both forget this kiss ever happened.
Then she groaned in surrender and he knew she wanted the same things he did. And he was helpless to stop. He used his tongue to gently pry her lips open, plunging inside her sexy mouth. Her tongue met his in a sensual play of thrust and parry.
He wanted to cup her breasts and flick his thumbs across her peaked nipples, but that was a sure road to madness. So with every ounce of will inside him, he forced himself to end the kiss, reluctantly pulling himself away from her warmth.
Oh, she whispered, licking her lips as she slowly opened her eyes.
Brandons insides clenched at the sight of her pink tongue tasting him on her mouth.
Oh, that was good, she said with a note of surprise. That was really good.
Yeah, he said, brooding. It was.
I liked it a lot.
So did he, but he remained silent. Otherwise, he mightve been tempted to follow through on his desire to have her naked under him. But that would never happen and right now, he needed to regain some degree of control over whatever strange emotions were still churning inside him.
Roger never kissed like that, she said, watching him thoughtfully.
Did I mention the guy was an idiot? he muttered.
No wonder he didnt think I was sexy, she reasoned. Its because he didnt make me feel sexy.
I rest my case.
But you did, she declared and smiled up at him. And now wow. You know, I really think Roger was the problem, not me. But I cant be sure.
Yeah, you can, he said gruffly. Roger was the problem. End of story.
She touched his arm. Thank you, Brandon.
Youre welcome. He started to head for his office, still trying to steady his breathing.
Wait, she said.
He turned and looked at her. A slight line of concern marred the smooth surface of her forehead. Her lips were pink and tender and about the sexiest thing hed ever seen. The fact that he wanted more than anything to kiss her again, made him forge ahead into his office.
I think I could get really good at this and blow Rogers mind, but I need to practice, she said, following him. She had her notepad in hand again, probably hoping she could make another damn list of all the different ways they could kiss each other. If she only knew.
Not a good idea, he said, sliding the Montclair file into his briefcase.
But you said that before and it turned out to be a really good idea.
He pierced her with a look. No more practicing. Ground rules, remember?
I remember, dont worry. After scrutinizing him for a moment, she nodded her agreement. Okay, I guess youre right.
I know Im right, he said, and snapped his briefcase closed.
Thank you for your help, she said. It was wonderful. On a purely educational level, I mean.
Youre welcome, he said and led the way out of his office. Now lets call it a night.
Oh, Im going to stay for a while, she said, flipping to a clean page, all business now. I need to make some notes while everything is still fresh in my mind. Ill need to remember everything later.
Youre going to make notes on that kiss?
Yes, for future reference. Shed already begun scribbling what looked like mathematical calculations. If I write everything downwhat you did and what I felt, Ill be able to recall each sensation the next time, and Ill know Im doing it right.
The next time, he echoed hazily.
Yes. I tend to remember tactile experiences more clearly if I make a record of it immediately. Then later, Ill study my notes in anticipation of the next occurrence. She beamed at him. Im quite confident I can achieve an exponential jump in my skill level and understanding.
Really?
It makes perfect sense on paper.
On paper. Good.
Tapping her pen against the pad, she murmured, half to herself, Of course, an actual kiss would give me a lot more insight.
She looked up and studied Brandon closely. He wasnt liking the look in her eyes. Dont even think about it.
Think about what? she asked, her eyelashes fluttering innocently. If she were any other woman, Brandon would know she was playing a dangerous game of seduction. But this was Kelly, who didnt seem to have a clue about feminine wiles and whose every emotion was evident on her face.
That made it Brandons responsibility to set her straight.
Forget it, Kelly. I am not going to kiss you again.
Oh, I know, she murmured, her moist, glimmering lips pursed in thought.
He lost all memory of what they were talking about. He only knew that right now, his throbbing body parts wanted to put those lips of hers to the best use possible. Maybe after that, he would be able to carry on an intelligent conversation with her.
In the meantime, however, it appeared that he had created a monster.
Three
I am not going to kiss you again.
Every time Kelly played the words over in her head, she could feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. And since she was incapable of putting a halt to the mental words and images, she wouldnt be surprised if, any minute now, her head spontaneously combusted.
So stop thinking about it, she demanded aloud as she popped a frozen dinner in the microwave oven and slammed the door shut. Now she had four minutes with nothing to do but wait. And think. And remember. She glanced around her comfortable mini-suite with its corner kitchen nook and figured she could use the time to straighten up, but there was nothing out of place. Her room was pristine, as usual.
The Mansion had a world-class housekeeping service and even though Kelly was part of the corporate staff, the housekeepers kindly insisted on stopping by every day to clean and straighten up and make sure everything was perfectly comfortable for her.
So, lucky her, she had plenty of time to dwell on all those damning thoughts that wouldnt stop circling through her mind.
The fact that you practically begged your boss to kiss you, she berated herself, in the office, in broad daylight, wasnt bad enough. No, you also had to dangle your panties in his face. So classy. And why couldnt you keep that silly list of kissing candidates to yourself?
A small sigh escaped as she slid miserably onto the stool at her kitchen counter. Reaching for the bottle of sparkling water shed opened, she filled her glass and took a sip. And pondered her next move.
There were a few ways she could remedy the situation. One was to go in tomorrow morning and simply apologize to Brandon. She could explain, somewhat truthfully, that shed ingested nothing but spa cuisine for ten days straight and it had left her brain incapable of clear thought.
He probably wouldnt believe that story since everyone in the entire company knew that Kellys mind was a steel trap. She could recall the minor details of a telephone conference from three years ago or the specifications of a particular construction job from months back. She had the dates of every birthday, anniversary and important occasion in Brandons life memorized, along with phone numbers, credit card accounts and travel preferences for him and every member of his family.
There was no way hed believe shed suddenly lost the ability to think straight. So her only other solution was to simply move away, somewhere remote, like Duluth, leaving no forwarding address. She was fairly certain Brandons memory of the outlandish panty-dangling incident would fade within months, a year at the most.
Oh, God. She leaned her elbows on the counter and buried her face in her hands. The fact that Brandon had obligingly recommended the black thong really didnt help matters right now.
The microwave buzzed and she removed her small dinner. She was proud of herself for continuing to eat lighter portions since leaving the spa, but she could feel a serious ice cream binge coming on.
It was because of the kiss.
Shed vowed not to think about it and had been semisuccessful, deliberately switching tracks whenever her train of thought veered too close to the memory of Brandons touch, the feel of his mouth on hers. But now, just for a moment or two, she let herself go and thought about it.
Shed never experienced anything like it. It was just one kiss, but shed felt more passion and excitement in those few seconds than shed known in the entire two years and seven months shed dated Roger.
Now, she closed her eyes and gave in to temptation, reliving the exquisite pressure of Brandons hands, the warm smoothness of his mouth
After a moment, her eyes flashed open and she stared down at her rapidly cooling dinner. Shed completely lost her appetite. For dinner, anyway.
You need to snap out of it, right now, she reprimanded herself. Brandon Duke was her employer. Her job was important to her. She couldnt afford to get dreamy-eyed and moony about the man who signed her paychecks. Especially not that man.
Once upon a time, Kelly had envisioned a fairy-tale romance and a happily-ever-after with Roger. He had been her handsome prince and shed considered herself the luckiest girl in the world. But her prince had turned out to be a frog, and not very charming at all. Hed made promises he never intended to keep and had busted her dream of love and marriage flat. The breakup had not been pretty and Kelly had to admit she hadnt handled it well.
Before she met Roger, she had been upbeat and open to every possibility. She knew she was smart and reasonably attractive, knew she wanted to fall in love, get married and have children some day. But after Roger dumped her so cruelly, shed felt broken, cynical, awkward and unsure of herself, especially around men. She had lost her confidence and she couldnt think about dating for a long time after the breakup.
Ironically, working in the office with Brandon had been the best antidote for her fears and insecurities. Hed made it clear early on that he considered her an indispensible member of his team. He relied on her intelligence and organizational skills to help him run his projects.
Her self-confidence blossomed and grew until she finally decided she was ready to start dating again. She still wanted to fall in love, get married and raise a family some day. And the only way to achieve that goal was to find the right man.
Being her organized self, she began by calling on her friends and coworkers. Then shed compiled a list of online dating services as well as a number of local organizations she could join and activities in which she could participate in hopes of meeting eligible men.
She was convinced that she was ready to hit the dating sceneuntil the day she saw Rogers name on the hotels upcoming conference list. Her throat tightened and her stomach churned. She couldnt catch her breath. The old insecurities rushed back with a vengeance. Thats when she realized she would never be able to love another man until she came to terms with Roger and the damage shed allowed him to inflict on her life.
If that meant confrontation, then so be it. The only problem with confronting Roger was that his ego was so overblown, he might get defensive and lash out at her. She wasnt sure she could endure another unpleasant war of words with him. But how else could she get around his ego? she wondered. And in that moment, Kelly had devised her life-saving plan.
If she could somehow lure Roger back, then reject him, it would help her recapture some of her old optimism and enjoyment of life. She would be free to move forward and love again. In other words, she would get her mojo back.
She also knew for a fact that Roger wouldnt be hurt by her rejection. Thank goodness, because Kelly could never hurt him on purpose, no matter how unkind hed been to her. No, the fact was, Rogers ego was much too healthy to allow himself to be wounded by a woman. He would brush off the insult as easily as he would a speck of lint on one of his impeccably tailored suits.
As far as Kelly was concerned, Roger could make up any story he wanted to about why shed refused him. The point was, she would be healed and ready to live again, to open her heart to the possibility of finding love and happiness. Right now, that was all that mattered.
The makeover would certainly help her cause. Kissing lessons couldnt hurt, either, especially from a master of the art. And that brought her back to her current predicament.
Brandon, she said aloud, moving her fork around on her plate.
The problem was, she wasnt sure she had the experience to lure Roger in after just one kiss from Brandon, even though it had been a potent one, for sure. Thats why, on the one hand, she wished she could continue learning the secrets of kissing from Brandon. On the other hand, she knew better. He was her boss! How many times did she have to remind herself? And worse than thatif anything could be worsewas that Brandon could jeopardize her plans for Rogers payback. After all, if Brandon continued to help her with her kissing, it might lead to something more. Kissing often did.
It was useless to deny that she was susceptible. All she had to do was think back to a few hours earlier when Brandon had kissed her. If hed wanted to take things further, she wouldve gone right along with him. Thats how good his kiss had been.
Okay, fine, the man can kiss. She tossed her fork on the plate and stood, too antsy to eat.
Even if he kissed her again and it led to something more, she would never be so stupid as to fall for Brandon Duke.
She strode around the room, picking up her jacket and hanging it in the small closet, then sorting through her clothes for tomorrows outfit.
Yes, shed laughed at his ground rules earlier that day, but now that shed kissed him, was she still willing to guarantee that she could remain resistant to his charms?
Yes, she said firmly, and shoved the closet door shut. She wasnt a complete dummy. She knew Brandons reputation with women, knew his habit of dating one woman for a brief period of time, then moving on to the next. It would be insane for any woman to expect Brandon Duke to reciprocate her tender feelings. So why would Kelly ever fall for him? She simply wouldnt.
Brandon wasnt the settle down and get married kind of guy Kelly wanted to meet and fall in love with. He didnt fit in with her life plan at all.
And that makes him perfect for this plan, she said, as comprehension dawned. Since she would never fall for him, Brandon Duke was the perfect man to teach her how to kiss!
Now, if she could just convince him to continue helping her. After all, look how much shed learned with just one try. Her eyes were now opened to the fact that Roger had been the problem all along. It was obvious now. He had never kissed her the way Brandon had kissed her. She wouldve remembered.