Daniel lifted his head from her breasts. “You’re killing me, Angela,” he growled, halting her hips with his hands.
“Why stop? If it’s what we both want.”
* * *
Daniel swore and slowly pulled away from Angela to sit upright, leaning his head back against the cushions. He took in a ragged breath. She was right. They both wanted it, the kiss and a whole lot more, because the pull had been that strong.
But Angela worked for him, and he’d just complicated the situation by acting first. He rubbed his face with both hands. “I’m sorry.”
He glanced over and watched as she tried to finger-comb her hair and rearrange her clothes.
He’d done that.
He’d been the initiator.
He knew he was begging for trouble kissing her, but he couldn’t help himself. And touching her? He’d finally been able to slide his hands up those sweet round hips of hers as he’d wanted to do all night long each time she’d strutted in front of him in those sexy red leather jeans.
He’d acted on his desire before, but since when had lust ever made him this way? This out of control? His body had actually trembled when he’d kissed her, and he felt dangerously close to taking her right there and then. He needed to get home and take an ice-cold shower until his erection subsided.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Daniel affirmed, taking in another gulp of air. “I should have never crossed the line.”
“Well, you did,” she responded. “We did. And now there’s no going back. If we try, I think we’ll both be miserable.”
“So what do you suggest we do about it?”
Angela shrugged. “I dunno, maybe hang out a little bit. Perhaps it’s just a onetime thing and it’ll just fizzle out if we act on our desire.”
Even as she said the words, Daniel knew she didn’t believe them any more than he did. The attraction between them was hot, combustible, and the more time they spent in each other’s company, the hotter it was going to be.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he said, pointing between the two of them, “and work together. Be your boss.”
“It’s one night. That’s all that’s on the table.”
“I don’t know,” Daniel said. Angela wasn’t one of his women who knew the score and would be content with being wined, dined, romanced and then set free. It could get complicated, messy. “I think it’s best if we keep our relationship professional.”
Angela nodded, but her eyes were cloudy and he couldn’t read what she was thinking. “Of course, if that’s what you prefer.”
Darn it! It’s not what he preferred. He would prefer to take Angela back to his place and ravish her body all night until they both were spent from pleasure. But theirs was an untenable situation. He didn’t want to hurt Angela or cause damage to Cobb Luxury Real Estate in the process. He’d already done enough damage tonight by his impetuous actions.
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad we’ve settled it.”
They drove the remainder of the way to her apartment in awkward silence, and when the car came to a stop, Daniel started to get out, but Angela halted him. “Don’t bother,” she said curtly. “I can find my own way up.”
Soon, she was exiting the vehicle with the help of the chauffeur and leaving Daniel sitting inside the limousine feeling like a complete and utter heel for having complicated the relationship and then cooled it off all in one night.
What the hell had he done?
Angela awoke the next morning thankful that she didn’t have to go into the office and face Daniel. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she padded to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, as if somehow it would wash away the memories of the night before and how she’d made a total fool out of herself.
She’d practically thrown herself at Daniel after he’d made the first move, but instead of taking her up on her offer of spending the night together, he’d told her no thanks. How humiliating! She didn’t make a habit of throwing herself at wealthy, eligible bachelors. Sure, she liked the finer things in life and had appreciated all the effort Daniel had shown last night in wining and dining her, but she certainly should not have propositioned the man.