Siren Song (16 page)

Arching an eyebrow at her words, he asked, “Is that an invitation to get naked?”

“
Only if you’re willing….” She let the words hang out there and he was so tempted.

“
I’m not willing,” he lied.

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, “Oh, well; it was worth a shot.”

“
You are a dangerous woman, Miss Darling,” he muttered, sipping his coffee.

“
I take that as a compliment, Mr. Tremain,” she beamed and his heart skipped a beat.

“
What’s with the outfit?” he asked, noticing the relatively normal dress for the first time. It was a coppery dress that covered her body from neck to toe, leaving her slender arms bare except the spangling, swirly bracelet on her wrist. Her shoes were an odd looking pair of suede boot, not her usually sexy, strappy heels. He liked her hair, though; the front had a loose, romantic look about it as the whole mass was pulled back into a thick braid that hung down her back. The metal hair piece was a nice touch.

“
I’m actually heading to the sci fi convention right after work,” she admitted. “My roommates are picking me up and we’re all dressing up; Dima is dressing up as Luke and Cole is going as Han and I am going to be Slave Leia.” Scrunching her nose in that adorable way of hers, she added, “I thought my costume might be a little too distracting for the office.”

Astonishment punched him in the gut and he grinned; what did Miss Darling consider too distracting for the office? “This I have got to see.”

Grinning wickedly, she undid the frog clasps that held the front of the dress together and then let the silky material slide off her body to reveal a siren’s body encased in a damned sexy metal bikini. A gauzy bit of maroon material twined about her legs and all of the blood in his body rushed to his penis. Without normal brain function, his coffee spilled down the front of his shirt, scalding his belly and bringing him painfully back to reality.

Flinging the mug down and plucking at the wet material, he swore, “Damn, that’s hot.”

“
Mr. Tremain!” Lexi cried, reaching his side immediately and frantically unbuttoning his shirt. When it was opened, she pushed it off his shoulders then reached behind her to grab some paper towels, mopping up the rest of the liquid from his skin.

His breath caught in his throat as she diligently cleaned him up, the concern in her face slowly morphing to fascination as she realized she was cleaning his bare chest. The towels slipped from her fingers and her hand was pressed against his skin and his world narrowed until all that was left was Lexi Darling. As he stood there looking down at her, he tried to remember why he couldn’t touch her but there was nothing there. Lifting his hand, he almost touched her but knew if he did, he wouldn’t stop until she was out of her metal bikini. He had to satisfy himself with looking and not touching.

Her skin was kissed by the sun, a dusting of gold over smooth curves, and the metal bikini cupped around her perfect breasts. In that moment he hated the ornamental metal because it was touching what was meant to be his. As he watched, her hand and gaze slipped lower to the erection pressing against the front of his pant and he had to grind his teeth together to keep his hands to himself.

“
It looks like you stained your slacks as well, Mr. Tremain,” she said in a low, sexy,
aroused
voice. Falling to her knees in front of him, she gently pressed the towels against his penis, running her hand lightly over the length and driving him mad.

She looked up at him with those wide, hazel-green eyes and he imagined her unzipping his pants, sliding her hand inside and wrapping her fingers around his cock. In his mind, he saw her taking the length of his penis between her shiny red lips, sucking it into the depths of her hot mouth until he was mindless with pleasure. Grinding his teeth together, squeezing his hands into fists, he managed to drudge out, “That is not helping, Miss Darling.”

Her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement as she continued to lightly run her hands along his erection, tormenting him and making him wish she would just take the damn thing out and let him fuck her mouth. “Miss Darling….”

The realization that they were in the middle of the break room, that they could be interrupted at any moment, gave him the strength to grab her beneath the arms and pull her to her feet. He was about to let her go but she wobbled so he tightened his grip to keep her steady, “Are you all right, Miss Darling?”

“
Hmm?” she asked dreamily, visually feasting on his naked torso, his straining erection. Blinking, she came back to the moment and looked up at him, “I think you should be Han; I can imagine doing such wicked things to you….”

“
Miss Darling!” he hissed, not needing any more temptation. If she kept it up, he was liable to go absolutely primal and take her where she stood, that provocative bikini the only barrier. He was sure the metal bottoms could be removed easily enough. “This isn’t the time or place.”

She heaved a sigh and glanced around the room, “Yes, I suppose your right.” Bending down, she picked up the discarded dress and slipped it back on, hiding her glorious body from his view. “Besides, you don’t sleep with your employees. Yeah, I got that. Plus, it would suck trying to get this outfit back on; metal is not forgiving and once free I’m sure my breasts would throw a fit if I threatened to bind them again.”

In spite of his screaming hard on, he chuckled, “Miss Darling, I tremble in your presence.”

Her smile was incongruously shy as she lightly ran her hand over his chest and started heading for the exit, “Have a nice weekend, Mr. Tremain. I’ll see you on Monday.”

She was leaving him? Spinning around, his damp shirt clutched in his hand, he had no choice but to watch her go. With another little smile, she disappeared, leaving him with a mammoth erection and a weekend of erotic images to look forward to. Stalking over to the sink, he turned on the water and stuck the ruined shirt beneath, needing to do something – anything – to get his lust under control. Thoughts of Lexi filled his head and he chuckled; she was a marvel.

And he absolutely, positively could not give in to animal lust.

It’s more than that and you know it.

He clenched his jaw together. The only thing his wolf was good for was getting rid of his rampaging erection.
Go to hell
.

*****

Lexi walked back to her desk on wobbly legs, grateful for the absurd shoes that went with her outfit. Why did Duncan have to be so utterly charming? Or have a body that was simply breath taking? When she had rushed to rip his shirt off it was to prevent his skin from getting blistered by the hot coffee but as soon as she realized she was staring at his naked chest, she just wanted to touch it and the towels she was using magically disappeared.

His skin was scorching hot, and she didn’t think it had anything to do with the coffee; he simply ran hotter than a mere human. The crisp black hair circling his nipples and then angling downwards to the waist band of his pants was sexy, neither too much to hide the skin or too little to give him an androgynous appearance. He was all man and she just wanted to bite him, take a little nibble of his flesh and….

Jeeze, she was turning into a cannibal, simply because Duncan Tremain was so scrumptious. And incredibly stubborn; most men would have taken her up on her offer but not Mr. Tremain. Strangely she was even more attracted to him because of it; there was definitely something to be said about the chase. It made his ultimate surrender that much more rewarding when he finally gave in.

Or she just found self-control incredibly sexy, even when it cost her endless, sleepless nights thinking about him. What would it be like to lose her virginity to him, what would sex be like with him once her virginity was long gone? And while her roommates might suspect she had a crush on someone, Duncan Tremain remained her tormenting and delicious secret. She supposed it was possible to talk to one of her sisters, probably Penelope, but that just seemed awkward. As much as she loved her family, she didn’t share much of her life with them; when she was younger she had lived in her head and now that she was older… well, she had simply gotten into the habit of keeping to herself.

“
Ready to go, Leia?” Cole asked, knocking on her door, wearing his white shirt and black vest. He golden hair was dyed dark brown for the occasion. “Dima’s in the car waiting.”

Startled, she realized she had spent the last hour of her day day-dreaming about Duncan. Standing up, she took a final glance around the office to see if she needed to bring anything home, then smiled at Cole. “Yep.”

His brows pulled together, “Where’s your costume?”

With a grin, she took off her dress. It was almost quitting time on a Friday afternoon; if they weren’t already distracted, her outfit wasn't going to be a problem. Posing with a hand on her head and one on her hip, she modeled the bikini, “Well?”

Letting out a low wolf whistle, a slow smile spread across his face, “Very nice. The fans at the convention won’t know what hit them.”

As she was walking out the door, she felt Duncan’s eyes on her and she paused, needing to see him before taking off for the weekend. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him leaning against the wall, his eyes burning into her as they moved over her body. In that moment he looked like a wolf, all predatory and dangerous, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. With a little wave, she forced herself to turn away and keep walking.

“
Who’s the suit?” Cole whispered.

“
My new boss,” she whispered back, her pulse pounding madly in her throat. She was so tempted to take another peak to see if he was still there but if he was, she wouldn’t have made it out the door. And if he wasn’t, she would have been sorely disappointed.

“
Congratulations,” Duncan murmured late Thursday morning as he cornered Lexi between the copy room and her office, her arms loaded down with colorful pages. “In the nearly two weeks I've been here seventeen men have come up to me trying to convince me that you should keep your job; one of them was the guy who makes my coffee in the morning at the bistro across the street. How do you manage that?”

“
Very carefully.” Lexi looked up at him, mentally rejoicing in the presence that was Duncan. Everything seemed more vibrant when he was around, like the world came into sharp focus and became hyper real. And she liked the butterflies and the irregular heartbeat he inspired, so she had no complaints, even if they only exchanged a word or two in passing, a glance from afar.

“
I don't think my plan of keeping our distance is working.” He glowered, “I know the moment you step into the building.”

“
You set the rules, Mr. Tremain... unless you are planning on breaking them?" she asked hopefully. He paused for a heartbeat before shaking his head
no
, making her huff in resignation. "Well, then, I am desperately trying to obey your absurd rules but you make it difficult. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a lot of… research to do for next month’s article.”

“
What are you working on?” he asked, straining his neck to try and get a glimpse of what Lexi held in her hands.

Lexi frowned at his obvious attempts at snooping, hugging the pages to her chest. His woodsy, wild scent was seeping into her brain and doing wondrous things to her body. “Don’t you have something more important to be doing right now? Like, oversee your empire, or whatever it is you do?”

“
I do but I can’t seem to stop myself from seeking you out; it's hell on days when I don't see you,” he said, shaking his head and meeting her gaze, his silver eyes heating slightly as he looked at her. She reached up and touched the honey-blond bob she had on and didn’t miss the slight frown that marred his forehead. "You're unlike anyone I've ever known and while I know I should keep my distance I can't seem to stop thinking about you, wondering what crazy outfit you'll show up in next, when I'll get to talk with you about things that shouldn't matter but become the most important things in the world because you and I are talking about them.

"It's insanity, Lexi."

His hot gaze drifted down to the outfit she wore and a low growl of appreciation rumbled from the back of his throat. She liked the soft pink dress that barely covered her ass with the matching pink heels. So what if the neckline was a little low; it showcased her breasts to their best advantage while still being suitable for the work place. And if Duncan lusted after her and looked at her with those hot, silver eyes....