Free Heartless: Episode #2 by J. Sterling Page B

would walk around, spouting crap about his dick having a mind of its own. But if I hated it so much, why the hell am I so damn tempted to test his theory?
    Daniel walked toward me again, and I stood firm. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, my body pressing into his. As his muscles tightened, I lost myself in his touch. It was too easy to lose all focus in his presence. 
    I glanced up at his unshaven chiseled jaw, and I didn’t know what came over me, but I kissed it. The rough stubble scraped against my lips like sandpaper, a feeling I’d never realized I enjoyed until this moment.
    I licked at his chin before working my way down his neck and back up to his ear. “I think you should go,” I whispered.
    He laughed and gave me a full smile. “Not on your life.”
    His hand slipped up my skirt again, but this time, his fingers headed straight toward my most private area, and I jerked away, swatting at him.
    “What’s the matter?” he asked, completely unfazed.
    I sucked in a breath and shook my head. “You can’t just come here and manhandle me like you own me.”
    “I want you, Elizabeth.”
    “You just think you want me.”
    He stepped toward me, and I moved back, keeping my distance from his godlike features.
    “No, I know I do. You want me, too. Don’t deny it.”
    Oh, I’ll try all right.
    “I felt the heat coming off you.” He smirked.
    That was it.
    Scowling, I practically came unglued. “You felt the heat coming off me? Are you serious with this? Who talks like that? This isn’t some movie where you can waltz into my office, boss me around, and have your way with me.”
    Never mind that I’d allowed him to do exactly that. Now wasn’t the time for logic.
    He turned away before looking at me again, the expression on his face resembling embarrassment. “I’m not trying to be a dick, I swear,” he half-apologized.
    I almost believed him.
    “Don’t be mad at me.” His head dipped as his eyes lowered to the floor.
    “I’m not. I’m mad at me.” I sucked in a breath before pointing at him and adding, “And you.” I moved to sit back down behind my desk. “Who talks to women they just met like that? I barely know you, so you can’t just say those things to me.”
    Truth be told, I was a little uncomfortable. It had been far too long since I had sex, much less been intimately touched by a man. I wasn’t prepared for someone like Daniel.
    “Most women like dirty talk.” He moved to lean against the wall in my office, and he buttoned up his suit jacket.
    “Well, I’m not most women.”
    “You can say that again.” His eyes bored into mine as he licked his bottom lip.
    Curse my fucking life if it didn’t make me all hot and bothered again. I did not want to be turned on by him, but my brain was not factoring into this equation. Daniel forced everything inside me into sexual overdrive, and it pissed me off.
    “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked.
    He smiled and nodded. “Okay, Elizabeth. I’ll leave you alone—for now.”
    “There is a God.” I pretended not to care about anything he was doing or saying as I stood up from my desk and walked over to my office door. I opened it and watched him walk out at a snail’s pace.
    “This isn’t over,” he whispered against my ear before planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
    Barbara surveyed our every move with watchful eyes.
    “You keep saying that.” I shut my door, so I wouldn’t have to see him leave.
    “I’ll walk you down.” Barbara’s voice filtered through my closed door before doing what I assumed was, escort him off the premises.
    Plopping down on my two-person couch, I closed my eyes and wondered what the hell I was going to do about this guy.

2.
    DANIEL
     
    I left Elizabeth’s office with my virtual tail tucked between my legs. Her assistant, Barbara, was required to lead me off the property and to my car, so I intended on taking full advantage of the few minutes I had with her.
    “So,