Free Corporate Ties (Silken Ties Book 1) by E.L. Loraine

dance posture.
    "Yes, it certainly has been," Olivia agreed, as she looked over his shoulder.
    His arm tightened around her waist and he pulled her closer. She glanced up; annoyed with him and further annoyed by how attracted she was to him. Even after everything, those brown eyes, with their flecks of gold held her like a hypnotist and his scent intoxicated her.
    "I want to warn you about Matasuki."
    Olivia pressed back. "Warn me; what do you mean?"
    "I mean, I don't know why you have this account, but Matasuki is not for a beginner."
    Her face felt hot, and her stomach clenched. "Would you be saying this if I was a man?"
    "I'd think it, but I probably wouldn't go so far as to warn him. Listen, I understand why Tyson is high on you, with your obvious talents. I just think you're over matched here."
    Olivia jerked away. "You think one night of sex, gives you any idea who I am or what I'm capable of? You're an ass, Mister Stein. Good night." She stormed off toward the restroom and once inside, braced herself against the counter. Shaking with anger, she stared into the mirror and knew she had to prove them all wrong.
    Once she'd gathered herself and said good night to Tyson, she sought out Isamu.
    "Thank you so much for coming, I enjoyed meeting you and on behalf of Dolby, Inc., I look forward to our meetings next week. Enjoy your stay." With a slight bow of her head she made her exit. Tyson Grant noticed and pushed his way through the crowd to cut her off.
    "Olivia, wait."
    She stopped, her heart pounding against her ribs. "I'm not feeling very well. I think I just over did it today. I'll see you on Monday."
    He guided her down the hall, away from the ballroom’s doors. "I've changed my mind about Matasuki. We don't need his business."
    "What? You too? If you take this account away from me, I quit." She picked up her skirt and rushed through the corridors, across the vaulted reception lobby and out into the night. The cool, fall air prickled her skin as she looked for the valet. Spotting him, she motioned to get his attention, gave him her ticket and waited as he called for her car and driver to be brought forward for her.
     
    The doorman held the door and she strode inside. "Hello, Marvin. I need a key."
    "Of course. Is everything all right, Miss Grayson?"
    "I'm tired and I have a headache, that's all." Marvin retrieved a key card for her. She had just stepped into the elevator as Brian came into lobby.  She held the doors open and waited until he joined her.
    "Any news on Paul?" she asked as they rode up to their floor.
    "I'm afraid not. I have some other things to talk to you about though."
    The doors dinged open on their floor, and Olivia stepped out, immediately tripping on her dress’s train. Brian caught her and swiveled her around.
    "I got you."
    "Yes, you do, thank you." His devastating smile was just inches away. She leaned in closer and gently kissed him. "This is a really bad idea," she sighed.
    He smiled again. "Terrible." Scooping her up into his arms he walked to her door. The card disengaged the lock with a click; Olivia turned the knob and kicked the door open.
    "Down the hall, first door on the right."
    Kissing her hungrily all the way to the bedroom, Brian set Olivia down in front of the bed and stepped back. Smiling coyly, she slipped the thin straps of the gown over her shoulders as she watched him take his jacket off and loosen his tie. The gown drifted slowly down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her clothed only in her skimpy, one piece, nude spandex under-garment and her red heels. She stepped out of the dress and moved sinuously to stand in front of him. Reaching out, she placed her palms on his chest, next to his collar. Luxuriating in the feel of his firm muscles and the heat of his body through his shirt, she kissed him, and moved her hands down, and began slowly to unbutton his shirt. While Olivia continued from button to button, Brian held her head and explored her mouth, running his