Page 33 of Hard Deal
He shook his head. “There’s nothing to say.”
His eyes were ablaze with fury and lust. She’d never experienced something so volatile and exciting before—something so...exhilarating. Caleb turned her into a different woman; he dragged out a new side of her, a side she hadn’t even known existed.
“Then why are you here?” Her voice disappeared like steam curling up into the air.
“I told you,” he said. “I have something of yours.”
He pulled her beige underwear out of his suit jacket and flung them onto her desk. She swallowed, her palms flattened behind her against the office door. Outside, the sound of heels against the marble floor tracked back and forth. People coming and going, all potential opportunities for her to be caught.
Caught? You’re not doing anything wrong...
Yet. The word hovered on her tongue because she knew where this was going. He’d come to finish what she’d started. Imogen shook her head, trying to find the words to return everything to normal. To regain control of the situation.
“Thanks for returning them,” she said. “I have a meeting now that—”
“Cancel it.” His voice was like ice.
“I can’t, Caleb. It’s important...uh, I...” Oh God, what was wrong with her? He’d reduced her to a babbling mess with nothing more than a simple command and that powerful, intense stare. “I really need to get back to work.”
“Leave it.” He stalked over to her. “Work can wait.”
“We can’t do this here. Not after...” Her head swam as he placed one hand on either side of her head, hemming her in. “Saturday was unexpected and unplanned. I don’t even know if...”
His brow furrowed. “You don’t know what?”
“I didn’t even tell you to use protection.” She clamped her eyes shut, the shame of her stupidity washing over her. “I’m not on the pill and I didn’t even say anything and I’m not ready for kids yet. It’s too early and I—”
“Shh.” A warm hand cupped her cheek, the gesture shocking her with tenderness. “I used a condom.”
“You did?” She sagged with relief. “Oh thank God.”
“Imogen, you might think I’m a selfish brute, but I wouldn’t put you in danger like that.” His expression softened. “I promise.”
“Everything happened so fast.”
“I know, baby.” He lowered his forehead to hers, his eyes holding her captive. “Now lock this fucking door and clear your schedule.”
She swallowed. Her stomach was a circus performer doing summersault after summersault, but there was no denying the soul-deep yes that rang loud and clear in her head. She wanted this. She wanted him.
“This is so unprofessional,” she said, her mind grappling for an excuse to walk away. She couldn’t come up with one. “What if someone hears?”
“If you can’t be quiet, you can stuff those panties in your mouth.” He smirked.
Holy guacamole.
She reached behind herself and flicked the lock on the door handle. The quiet snick shot through her body, making her hands tremble in anticipation.
Caleb stepped back. “Sit on your desk.”
On shaking legs, she walked to her desk. It wasn’t anything fancy like they had in the executive offices—a plain white desk that housed her laptop, diary and a potted plant. It was uncluttered, simple. Like how she wanted her life to be...or so she’d thought.
She rose up on her tiptoes and slid her backside onto the desk. The fabric of her pencil skirt bunched at the tops of her thighs and she automatically pushed it down. Which seemed a little pointless, but Imogen was far out of her depth.
“Cancel the meeting.”
He unplugged her laptop and handed it to her, waiting while she rescheduled her catch up with Mary. The second she sent the notification, her phone rang, but Caleb was already sinking to his knees in front of her.
“Answer it,” he said.