"So you think I'm hot?"
Clover gave him a sympathetic look. "Yes, and I think it's a shame that it goes to waste on such an egotistical, womanizing jerk."
Running his tongue over his lip, he studied the crisp expensive designer suit and the way it clung to Clover's shapely body. The girl had definitely grown up and had grown quite the attitude. Not to mention, she cleaned up quite nicely now that she was dressed as a professional and not a beach hippy "Please, Clover, tell me how you really feel."
"By all means, you're the boss. You also think that any woman with good looks lacks brains, and you really can't think past the little executive in your pants." She hadn't even hesitated on her comment.
He couldn't believe this, he was more than aware she had a brain. She was beautiful, had brains, and had more attitude than his libido could handle. Making a baby with Clover Callaghan the old-fashioned way would be an erotic delight. "Well since that's the way you feel, I'll make this easy." He had the perfect plan. "Marry me and give me a child, or you're fired."
Her eyes widened in shock and her lips parted in surprise. He had won! He could almost taste victory, but what he wanted to taste was her lips.
"Really? Well that's easy then, especially since you can't fire me, only your dad can. I quit." She turned on her heel and walked towards his office door.
She can't quit. He needed her and not just at the office. There was no way! He rose from his desk and, in a fluent movement, came between the lovely lady and his office door. "Don't quit!"
"Move! I have an office to clean out." Her voice was firm, but something flashed over her face.
They were less than a foot apart. From this distance, he could smell her expensive fragrance. "You still wear the same perfume?" He had meant it as a thought, but it fell to his tongue.
Her slender neck moved slightly as she swallowed. Her chin tilted up. "Don't even..."
"Don't even what? Tell me, Clover, do you not want me to remember, or do you not want this conversation?"
"I want you to move Nashville O'Leary. I'm quitting and nothing you can say will change my mind." There it was; the business tone but her eyes didn't hold the same assurance.
Weighing her words, he thought back to when they were younger. He had liked her then, and he liked her more now. "Fine, Clover, have it your way."
He moved but instead of out of her way, he closed the distance between them and took her slender curvy frame in the wrap of his arms. His lips came down on hers while her body struggled to escape. He expected more resistance, but as soon he touched the soft fullness, he lost himself in the taste of her. Instead of her fighting, her lips welcomed his in surprise. He held her closer to him, enjoying the softness of her breasts against his chest. He couldn't taste enough of her, so when a small sigh escaped her lips, he took it as his opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her tongue met his and beckoned him to probe every inch of her. Desire snaked through him; his cock hardened in desire. He slid his hands down her back to her round firm ass and pressed her against his arousal.
She moaned as he squeezed the flesh in his hands; in turn, she pressed the softness of her pelvis harder against him. His erection, now rock hard, started to pulse. He deepened the kiss until she finally lifted her lips from his. It was then he noticed her arms had found their way around his neck. She looked up at him with hesitation; her lips were puffy from the heat of their kiss. "The answer is still no, but I won't quit, only because I like your father--and he is a good friend to my dad."
"Thank-you," he rasped out. His breath ragged from the flood of need that was still pumping through him.
She stepped out of his arms and went to move around him. He caught her gently by the wrist and held her hand to his groin. "You're not going to leave me in this state are you?"
She giggled then shrugged. "Why don't you ask Julie to give you a hand with it?" She reclaimed her hand and walked out of his office, shutting the door behind her.
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