The door swung inward to reveal Tyler's grinning face. His jacket and tie were gone and his shirtsleeves were rolled back, so he must be done working for the day. He stood in the doorway in a casual pose that made her wish she could take a picture.
He looks like he should be the cover model for a book called "Lusty Lawyers: Tort Me Baby."
She hoped she wasn't drooling and surreptitiously wiped her chin just in case. "Umm, do you need something, Tyler?" Like a no fault fuck fest. Please?
Unfortunately, he'd never want to leap into bed with her. He'd always been very careful to stay on a professional level and keep her at arm's length. She was nothing like the women she'd seen him date, either.
"I wondered if you had plans for the evening. I'd like to take you out to dinner to celebrate you accepting the partnership." Tyler licked his lips and appeared a little uncertain. "There's a great new steak and seafood place in Bothell."
Dinner? With Tyler? And I thought the day couldn't get any better.
She was silent for a moment, distracted by the imagined feel of his lips on hers, on her neck, on her breasts.
"Or maybe your boyfriend won't like it? You can invite him if you need to." His forehead wrinkled slightly and his smile began to look a little pinched.
She forced her attention away from his lips and just what he might be able to do with them. "I'd love to go to dinner with you, Tyler. My friends are all busy tonight and I wasn't looking forward to a solo celebration."
His devastating smile returned full force and her belly clenched in reaction.
"Do you want to take one or both cars?"
"Ummm. I think we each take our own car. That way we don't have to backtrack here to pick up the other one." And I can get home to my toys as quickly as possible, because I think I'm going to need them.
He nodded. "Okay. Let me write down where we're going for you."
She winced and lied. "I'm not that bad."
She seemed to lack the innate sense of direction that many people possessed. It wasn't just a desire for organization that made her keep multiple copies of maps and always plan out driving directions ahead of time.
He chuckled at her half-hearted protest, leaned over her desk and began to draw a map with written directions anyway.
Gayle clenched her hands tightly under her desk to better resist the urge to stroke his tanned and muscular forearms. She wasn't normally partial to hair on a man, but the dark sprinkling on Tyler's arms made her want to inventory the rest of him to see just where the hair started and stopped. Her pussy began to throb at the thought of being able to explore Tyler at her leisure. Hell, even his scent was sexy--warm man mixed with the clean smell of soap.
He finished writing and looked up to see her staring at him. His eyes seemed to flare with heat and his smile became almost predatory. He handed the piece of paper to her. "I'll meet you there in about a half hour, okay?"
She nodded mutely, clutching the map.
He walked out the door, his luscious ass flexing under his tailored dress slacks.
Gayle's head dropped back and she forced herself to breathe. In and Out. In and Out.
She groaned when all that came to mind was Tyler thrusting in and out of her. It would be really bad to jump my partner. Especially on the day he became my partner. Hell, I don't even know if he's interested in me at all. He's certainly never given any indication of it.
Now free of the ugly overtones of sleeping with the boss to get ahead, her libido acted as if he were a banquet for a starving woman. Her entire body felt like it would burst into flame at any second. It was definitely going to be a toy night after dinner. And tonight she wouldn't need any erotic romances to get her in the mood.
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