As of a few hours ago, Allison had a new mantra: don’t think about it.
She could live with the aggravation and desperation that Theoren evoked in her, as long as it kept her from the other thought threatening to take precedence in her mind—that thought being about how he’d looked wearing nothing but a pair of sopping wet boxer shorts, as he had been a few short hours earlier on the deck of his houseboat.
Nope. Because she was his boss and that would be totally inappropriate.
He paced to the sink and paused to stare out the window. Allison’s eyes settled on his backside, now clad in worn jeans.
Don’t think about it.
She wrenched her gaze to the table and the cup of chamomile tea she’d poured an hour earlier. It was cold now, but she couldn’t bring herself to bully past him to the microwave to warm it up.
“Theoren…will you just sit down so we can talked about this civilly?”
“It’s Theo. And what was it that you wanted to civilly talk about?”
For the moment, annoyance won the battle over her desperation—and lust. “Don’t play stupid. You know we have a lot to talk about or else you wouldn’t still be here throwing a tantrum like a…like a…hungry bear.”
He prowled to the table, narrow eyed, and braced his hands on the table, leaning toward her. “Have you ever seen a hungry bear? Because they don’t throw tantrums. They devour.”
She mimicked his pose, leaning in, getting in his face. “Are you going to devour me?” The second the words crossed her lips, her cheeks heated.
Stop thinking about that, Allison. For real, this time.
If she hadn’t been his employer and fresh off a messy divorce, and if she hadn’t been only a month done with breastfeeding and barely back to feeling like her body was her own—and if Theo didn’t hate her for claiming ownership of Cloud Nine—she would have welcomed a good, old-fashion devouring, the kind she’d always imagined she deserved, if only the world were a more perfect place and men weren’t such insufferable assholes.
The insufferable asshole presently staring daggers at her pressed his lips together, his body tensing, like it took all his strength to hold back that fire gleaming behind his eyes. Then, without warning, a hard, loud laugh burst out of him that made her jump. Muttering in French, he returned to the window.
“The French is getting annoying, by the way. But I’m sure that’s part of your grand plan.”
“I have a lot of grand plans, but none of them involve you.”
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