Free Bad In Boots: Colt's Choice by Patrice Michelle Page B

seen Elise waltzing into the office this morning as if she hadn’t just taken off without a word and left him hanging, his temper flared. Now that he knew she was fine, his libido kicked in once more. She’d offered, then not shown to deliver. And he sure as hell wanted to take her up on that seductive offer, damnit.
    Colt munched his sandwich in silence for a few minutes and then he casually asked, “So, where did you go this weekend?”
    Elise raised her hand in the air at his question to indicate she wanted to finish chewing before she spoke.
    “I went home.”
    “To Virginia?”
    “Yeah, I wanted to get some more of my stuff from storage.”
    That sounded promising. He wondered if she was serious about staying.
    “What does your family think about you moving so far from home?” he asked in a conversational tone.
    Elise looked away as she answered, “Let’s just say, they aren’t thrilled.” She shrugged. “But they’ll just have to get used to it. It’s my life. Plus, Aunt Marie is here. Well, she’ll be here in a few weeks once she gets back from vacation.”
    Colt continued to eat, wondering about the conflict with her family. When he finished his sandwich, Elise was chewing her last bite. She picked up her napkin and dabbed at her lips.
    He had to touch her. Her alluring floral scent had already reached out and wrapped around him, drawing him in. Colt ran a finger along the edge of her lips, rubbing off a bit of mustard that had collected in the corner of her mouth.
    “Missed a spot,” he said. He knew his voice sounded gruff. He didn’t care as he put his finger in his mouth and sucked the mustard off. When her pupils began to dilate, he knew she was turned on. Good. That’s just the way he wanted her. He gave her a devilish grin and started to put his hands around her waist.
    Before he could reach for her, Elise jumped off his desk and quickly began collecting the bag and leftover wrappers.
    “What are you doing?” he said, frustration evident in his voice.
    Elise looked up from her task. “I’m cleaning up, silly. What does it look like I am doing?” She walked around the desk toward the door of his office.
    “Elise!” He was losing patience fast.
    She turned her head as she neared the door and gave him a saucy grin. “Hold your horses, Colt. I’ll be right back.”
    Colt waited. Impatiently. A couple of minutes passed and he deemed she’d been gone longer than necessary to dispose of the trash in the kitchen. He was about to go get her when she appeared in the doorway again and shut the door behind her.
    He studied the natural sway of her hips as she walked back to his desk. He felt the blood pumping in his body and his heart rate kicked up several notches as she approached. She settled herself on his desk, this time right in front of him. Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she cast him a saucy, come-hither look.
    He didn’t have to be asked twice. Rolling his chair closer, he reached for her slim hips. His heart jerked in alarm when she planted her booted foot a little too close for comfort on the chair in between his legs, stopping the chair from moving forward.
    “Not so fast, Cowboy.”
    Colt jerked his gaze to her face. What kind of game was she playing? Before he could form the words, with a swift push of her foot, she shoved his chair until the back of it slammed against the credenza behind him.
    “We haven’t finished lunch yet,” she said as a small smile formed on her lips.
    “Elise, I’m done eating.” His patience with this woman’s teasing ways hung by a thin thread.
    She hopped off the desk and put out her hand. “No. I’m ready for dessert. How about you?”
    She held one of those small paper containers that usually held ketchup at fast-food restaurants. As she waved it under his nose, his sense of smell kicked in. Mmmm, chocolate syrup. She must have warmed it in the microwave because its rich scent clung to his nostrils as she moved it back and