His Rules: Ludlow Nights - Book1 (A Ludlow Nights Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

again, and the way her own body deceived her, by pressing closer instead of pulling away, stunned Anastacia.
    What the hell was this?
    Olivier Conti was a client .
    She knew better than to mix business with pleasure. Plus, the guy had a reputation with women. Hadn't her PA, Linda, put a dossier on her desk this afternoon, listing all his extracurricular activities?
    Anastacia slapped a hand on his chest, leaned back, and desperately tried to calm her raging hormones.
    A firm hand gripped her chin, tipped her head back until her reluctant gaze met his.
    Eyes, dark with desire, watched color soar into her cheeks.
    "What is the matter?"
    "I don't do this."
    He blinked.
    His smooth brow creased as if confused.
    "Kiss men?"
    Annoyed with him, but more with herself for her lack of professionalism and getting herself into this hot mess, Anastacia pushed him back.
    "The kiss was a mistake. And I don't have time for mistakes. You're a client and I don't make out with clients. Our relationship is strictly business."
    The way his eyes went wide, the way dark brows winged into his hairline, as if she was a few cents short of a full dollar, piled a shit load of embarrassment on top of annoyance.
    "Look," she huffed out a breath because she'd led him on and then changed her mind. There was a word for women who did that. "You kissed me. I wasn't expecting it. I kissed you back. My mistake. You quite naturally assumed a quick roll in my bed. That's your mistake because that will never happen. So just get over it."
    She expected that a man with a colossal ego and a huge hard-on might get angry. At the very least make an attempt to change her mind. Neither happened. Instead, Olivier's dark eyes warmed before he smiled. And that smiled transformed his face.
    "Ah, cara , you have so many rules for yourself. I fear for the way you live your life. You do not do this. You do not do that. Try not to worry too much. Lucky for us, I only play by my rules."
    She just bet he did.
    "How... interesting," Anastacia said in a flat voice as she grabbed the bag from her shoulder, rummaged around for her key. Then she moved to the entrance door. "Since your rules have nothing to do with me, we'll just forget all about it shall we?"
    His quiet laugh had her turn to glare at him.
    "Anastacia," he purred her name like a big black contented cat, in a way that had the hair on the back of her neck prickle with an awareness of him that worried her, a lot. "Neither one of us will forget what happened between us tonight."
    "Nothing happened," she nearly snarled the words.
    Those dark eyes again went soft with something like tenderness. And it was that tenderness that clicked open something in the vicinity of her heart.
    "Plenty happened. You know it. I know it. This is natural. Attraction. Chemistry."
    She realized it wasn't just football he played well.
    He was good at this type of seduction, too.
    Very good.
    The man had a deadly attraction.
    Anastacia took a very deep breath, then exhaled.
    "Save it for one of your bimbos. Do you seriously believe I'm the kind of woman to fall for all of that crap?"
    The words, her irritation, just rolled off him like water off a duck's back.
    "You deny your own feelings. I do not. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But what happened between us was more than that. The first time our eyes met something fell into place between us. I felt it. You felt it. Deny it all you want." His eyes held hers and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't look away. "The kiss was something very special. Intense. Wild. "
    The last thing Anastacia had expected from Olivier Conti was a man honest and in touch with his own feelings. He was right. Something had happened. The kiss had been intense. Surely she needed to step-up and match his integrity with her own?
    "You're right." She held up a hand to halt whatever he'd been about to say. "But here's a newsflash. I do not want or need a relationship with you. And I have valid reasons