Playing for Keeps: Harford Scarlet Series by Toria Lyons

Author:Toria Lyons [Lyons, Toria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781783755141
Publisher: Xcite Books
Published: 2014-08-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

They left the boardroom hurriedly and walked down the corridor to Tom’s vast office. They met few people on the way and the desk outside his discreetly plated door was empty. He locked them inside, they both unfastened clothes, and minutes later, he took her on the gleaming expanse of steel desk. The contrast between the cold metal, their hasty unbuttoning, and the sights and smells of each other tipped Sarah over the edge in double-quick time, swiftly followed by Tom. He carried her over to a chaise, held her as they got their breath back.

‘I can’t get enough of you – you’re in my blood,’ he whispered in her ear.

‘As you are in my heart.’ They both stilled as she realised she had spoken out loud her inner feelings, ones that she was so unsure of. Clumsily, she sought to cover her momentary loss of control. ‘I’ve fallen in love with those sandwiches; I’ll have to recommend them to my clients as perfect boardroom food.’

Tom didn’t answer, but his arms tightened around her. Sarah tried to bury her head in his shoulder, flushing with embarrassment at her trite remark. Tom disentangled her arms from around him and gently lifted her chin to look deeply into her eyes. ‘Sarah, I know this is early in our relationship but I –’

The phone on Tom’s desk rang and the moment was broken. ‘I’ll have to get that.’ Carefully, he moved her to one side and straightened his clothing before answering the phone.

While he was engaged, Sarah tidied her attire and tried to smooth her hair, trying not to think about what she’d blurted out. She grabbed her handbag and pulled out her compact mirror, gasping in horror when she saw the state of her hair. After fixing what she could, she decided to find the ladies’ to freshen up.

She peeked around the door, sure that what Tom had been doing to her was written all over her face. Thankfully, the desk outside was still empty, so she dashed the short few yards to the swish powder room.

A few minutes in front of a large mirror sorted her hair out, and likewise her make-up, as she patted down the hectic colour in her cheeks. Her trousers had a few marks on them and so, taking a damp towel, she shut herself in one of the cubicles, sat on the closed toilet seat, and stripped them off. As she was dabbing at the fabric, she heard the door to the room open and the tap-tap of a couple of sets of high heels entering.

‘So, how long do you have left here?’ The voice was young and female, with a cut-glass accent.

‘Hopefully a couple of months. That old bag Marian keeps calling to check everything’s OK but she left such comprehensive instructions, only a complete fool would manage to fuck it up. And she’s still coming in a few times a week.’ The second voice was a soft drawl with a hint of an accent Sarah couldn’t quite place.

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