"Then take my sweater off," he instructed.But she felt so weak that she couldn’t have moved from the spot, drowning in sweet anticipation. "No." He smiled. "So you’re going to defy me, are you, Vivian? You’re going to force me to strip for you?" The roles were now reversed and, wordlessly, she nodded, watching with unbearable excitement as he peeled the sweater off and tossed it aside, then began to unbuckle the belt of his black jeans, his eyes not leaving her face.He kicked his shoes off, then unzipped the trousers slowly, provocatively, wincing very slightly as they rasped down over the undisguisable evidence of how aroused he was, and despite her hunger, her excitement, color flared in Vivian's cheeks and he smiled."Am I making you feel shy?" he purred"A little." she replied. He slid the jeans down over the hard, muscular shafts of his thighs, kicking them off impatiently, until he was wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, their silken sheen emphasizing the
She felt him grow hard against her and slid her arm around his waist. "Okay," she said breathlessly."And then maybe we could cook dinner together. And then we can make love again." Idly, he began to stroke at a rosy nipple and felt it spring into instant life. "And then we can coordinate our diaries." Vivian's hand stopped stroking the skin in the small of his back. "Diaries?" she asked stupidly."I want to know when I’m going to see you again." "You'll see me at the office" Vivian replied. He smiled. "It's good to know that you've decided to come back to work, but I didn't mean that. I meant, when am I going to see you like this… out on a date, dinner…. In bed… like this." "We can figure that out as we go, Scott." Vivian replied, "and I'm a bit worried about our situation at the office. Everyone knows about us" "They do?" Vivian frowned at him. "Of course, they do, Scott. You shouldn't have kissed me in front of Collins. Did you really expect him not to tell anyone?" "Not tha
Not waiting for his confirmation, she strode toward the rear of the house. Anger bristled under her skin, poking her like thousands of tiny needles. When she entered her brother’s domain, she could barely look at him.“How dare you bring that asshole into my house?” Bruce ground out through clenched teeth as soon as he closed the study door behind them.“Your house?” She crossed her arms. “You were right when you told Scott that I chose to leave. Chose. Because this is our home, Bruce. I can bring whoever I want here, and you have no say. I don’t need to ask your permission.”“I would’ve never thought you were a traitor,” he snarled. “Mom and Dad wouldn’t recognize you right now.”She absorbed the power of that blow and fought not to stagger from it. But the pain ebbed and flowed inside her.Stand tall. He can’t hurt you. Inhaling a deep breath, she pushed past it.“You’re such a hypocrite,” she said, surprised at her even tone. “So righteous and high-and-mighty. And to think I defe
"You're not responsible for his actions and if you don't want to become another version of Bruce, you should find a way to forgive yourself and him too. Do it… not for me, but for yourself…. And maybe Vivian too. Whatever relationship you have with her, you don't want to have any kind of hate in your heart. It eats you up from inside and before you realize it, you have no emotions and no boundaries left. I'm not sure that's the kind of man Vivian or any woman would want to be with"—------------Coordinating their diaries.It wasn’t the most romantic way to begin a relationship, though Vivian supposed that it was the practical way, particularly because of the fact that he was still her boss. Sometimes she didn't quite believe that she was actually doing this. Dating the boss. "I’m going to be pretty tied up next week, so I won't be coming to the office" he had said as he’d bent his head to kiss her goodbye at her apartment. "But I’ll call you." And immediately she was catapulted int
Scott wondered if she would take him slow and easy, or hard and wild. God, he’d almost drove himself insane wondering that.Vivian nodded, but he shook his head. “You sure, baby? You good?”“Yes,” she breathed, giving his neck a squeeze. She removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth, trailing a path up his throat, over his chin until she hovered over his lips. She crushed her mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t patient, and wasn't tentative. Her tongue thrust forward, parried with his, tangling and dueling. She took him exactly the way he liked, the way he needed her to. As she sucked on his tongue, drawing on him as if he were everything she needed to survive, everything winked out of his mind. Nothing mattered but the in-toxicating, addictive taste of her. Running her fingers, through his hair, sheytugged on them, and the prickle across his scalp tripped down his spine, crackled at the base. He clutched her hips, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.“Beautiful,” she whispered
It had been weeks since people got to know about Vivian and Scott, and Vivian was starting to get used to the looks and whispers from people about it. Thankfully, just like all gossip, it was getting old and people weren't talking about it as much. So she was having an affair with her boss, she wasn't the first person and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Scott on the other hand didn't seem to care at all about it. But why should he? He was rich, powerful, and he was the boss. No one could say anything to his face if they wanted to keep their job, and honestly, as Vivian continued to spend time with him, she realized that he wasn't the kind of person who cared what people thought about him so it didn't even matter. At times she wished she could be that way. It would make things easier for her. Especially now, as she joined Betty, Linda, George and Michael at the cafeteria. "Hello," she greeted them. "Hello" they all greeted back. "Hi Vivian," Betty said cheerfully as Vivian too
"I wouldn't say 'happy'," Scott replied, "But I'm a bit relieved that no one is giving you reasons to leave me. It would suck if you did" He flashed a smile at her, and when she still said nothing, he moved closer to her. "You seemed upset when I saw you get out of the elevator. What's wrong?" Vivian shook her head, "Nothing" she lied, but he could not be fooled. He crossed the room and went behind her desk so he could pull her off her chair. He sat on it and she let him pull her down so she was sitting on his lap. "Someone will come in, Scott" she said, although she made no effort to stand. "And then I'll have to deal with even more gossip" "Ah" he said, "So that's what your foul mood is about. Gossip…" "You make it sound so casual and it's not. You have no idea how I feel when I hear these things people say about me." "Why do you care?" he asked. "What?" "Why do you care?" he asked again, "Do you regret it? Do you not enjoy the moments we spend together?" Vivian nodded. "Of
“Will you—” She broke off. God, she was pushing her luck. From his explanation, she sensed he didn’t share this part of himself with many people. It didn’t line up with the image of ruthless business tycoon. But in this moment, she wanted to see his clever, talented fingers fly over those strings. To witness him coax beautiful music from that instrument. To watch him lower that damnable shield and let her in. “Will you play for me?” He stared at her, and her heart thudded against her rib cage. Finally, finally, he dipped his chin and reached for the acoustic guitar on the far end. He almost reverently lifted it off the stand and carried it to the loe seat. She trailed behind him, not saying anything. Afraid if she uttered a word, he might change his mind. Once he perched on one end of the small love seat, she sank to the other.Propping the instrument on his thighs, he plucked a few strings, turned the knobs at the top. Once he seemed satisfied, he cupped the neck, fingers at the re