stopped her before she could put it back up.
“Leave it down,” he said, his voice husky.
She realized that, though she had gotten a heady release, he was still hard and full of desire. Yet he made no move to take what he needed from her.
He took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.
“You fascinate me, Ms. Kaufmann,” he told her, his eyes boring into hers. “You’re not like anyone else I’ve encountered.”
“Neither are you,” she admitted, still a little shaky.
She pulled away from him and left his office. Only once she was outside did she realize she had neither her bra nor her panties.
Chapter 5
K ate took extra time getting ready that night. It was the sake of her story that she was doing this, she told herself again and again. But when she searched her closet for that tiny red dress that she couldn’t wear a bra with and made her ass look great, she knew that she wasn’t doing this for a story. The thought of his tongue slipping across her folds made her throb with a flash of desire.
This was just desire and attraction, she reminded herself as her only consolation. Yes, he was hot. Yes, he felt great. Yes, he gave her a deliciously wonderful orgasm with only his mouth. But that’s all it was. It wasn’t as though she were falling for this guy. At the end of the day, she was still going to write a scathing expose aimed to take down his company and earn her a Pulitzer.
And this stuff—the play in his office, the desire, the going to dinner at his place—well, that was all just a little fun in the meantime.
No harm in that, right?
Kate was doing her best to rationalize her actions. What else could she do?
An hour later, Kate pulled up to a very nice, but surprisingly small condo. It wasn’t as though it was tiny and couldn’t fit two people their dog and a guest inside it, but Lucas Blaine was a billionaire. She had been expecting some sort of excessively huge, high maintenance mansion complete with a gate, guard tower, and a moat. Probably with alligators.
Instead, the place looked almost... normal. Well, high-end normal, but no more so than the nicer parts of L.A.
Feeling as though she had the wrong place, Kate hesitantly rang the doorbell. It took a few moments, but Lucas came to the door, a towel slung over his shoulder. A wide smile broke across his face when he saw her. His blue eyes scanned her body—surely noting her nipples peeking out beneath the racy red fabric and the fact that most of her upper thighs were showing.
“Please, come in,” he said, stepping back from the door and letting her walk inside.
She did so with a smile. “Thank you.”
The condo was decorated much like his office, with wood paneling and beautiful paintings covering the walls. The hallway and staircase ahead was wood flooring, but there was soft beige carpet in the living room to the left. To the right, Lucas led her into the kitchen.
Delicious smells filled the room. Kate took a deep breath, telling him, “Something smells good.”
“I hope so,” he told her, taking her hand and once again placing a kiss there. “It’ll be a few more minutes, but there’s some red wine and fruit to start off.”
Kate’s eyes widened as she realized he was cooking. “Don’t you have a personal chef or something to do the cooking for you?” she asked before checking her mouth.
Lucas didn’t seem to take offense to the comment. “I suppose. For large functions, I have someone cater it, but not for here in my own home. I like to be a little more hands on.”
“I noticed.”
Lucas’ eyes sparked with electricity, clearly remembering their hot and heavy session in his office earlier. He handed her a glass of wine, then turned back to his cooking.
Hesitating, not sure she wanted to bring it up, Kate said to him, “I’m a little surprised you asked me here.”
Lucas glanced at her, continuing to expertly sauté delicious smelling mushrooms in a pan. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you
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