Chapter 4
Brodie
Brodie was looking at her as she walked over to a corner near the windows. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and he said, ‘Shit, sorry, turning around.’
What the hell was wrong with him? He was behaving like a virgin who’d never been alone in a room with a woman before.
But all he could see in his mind’s eye was the tantalising vision of that red silk material plastered to her body like a second skin, clearly outlining the perfection of two small but lush breasts, tipped with berry nipples. Hard.
Had she been as affected as him by that kiss?
A kiss that had rapidly gone from damage control to an inferno of need?
He’d forgotten all about why he’d even kissed her in the first place until Cecily had made her presence known, at least now his boss’s wife might be mortified enough to leave him alone and stop coming on to him.
And it was at that moment that he realised there was a mirror in the drinks cabinet where he’d just helped himself to the whiskey and he could see the woman reflected.
She’d taken off the shirt and was pulling the flimsy straps of the dress down and taking her arms out, so that the top of the dress was down around her waist.
Her back was long and slim. Her neck long and graceful. Her waist was narrow and flared out gently... Then as if she could sense him watching her like a pervert, she pulled the shirt back on. Brodie cursed again. He closed his eyes.
He heard movement behind him and she said, ‘OK, I’m decent.’
Brodie turned around. She’d tied the ends of the shirt at her waist, but some of the buttons were still open enough to give him a tantalising glimpse of her breasts. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Blood – hot and instant – rushed to his cock.
He came back over, hoping she wouldn’t notice, and handed her her glass. She took it. Their fingers touched and her eyes widened at the crackle of electricity. A flush entered her cheeks.
Brodie forced his brains out of his pants. ‘Look, I haven’t really thanked you for what you did.’
A glimmer of humour made her eyes look very gold in the light. ‘Saving you from being chased around that ballroom like a Carry On movie?’
Brodie stuck a hand in his hair. ‘Something like that. It’s been getting progressively worse. I’ve had to block her number – she’s been sending texts.’
‘Wow, OK, that’s actually...not funny.’ She squinted at me. ‘Texts, or photos?’
He shook his head. ‘No pics yet... I think that might have been her next step.’
Any glimmer of humour was gone. ‘If it was the other way around and you were doing that to her, she’d be at the police station.’
‘It’s a messy situation. She’s my boss’s wife.’
Brodie could care less about that woman now though. Not when his eyes were full of the one in front of him. A totally unexpected situation and yet one he didn’t regret for a second.
He said, ‘I have a confession to make, maybe my motives weren’t entirely to deter her. I think I saw an opportunity to kiss you and grabbed it.’