“Look at me.” The words she heard were softly spoken, but cold; a definite order.
From under fine silky lashes, she raised her blue eyes to meet his, startling him with the shining lust he saw there; she took a shivering breath, and her naked breasts rose and fell in response to the heat of passion she felt welling up in her. Cynthia was super-aware that she sat exposed to this man; her n*****s drawing tight in an incredible rush of excitement.
“Now you can put your blouse back on... but I don’t want you to button it. Just leave it…open, all the way open. Have your secretary hold your calls. Then go over and lock that door,” he told her, not daring to breathe, waiting tensely to see if this incredible gamble was going to work; still not quite ready to believe that this was not all a drea
