Free Teasing The Boss by Mallory Crowe Page A

believe that friendly guy she’d known for years was some sort of monster?
    “Yes,” she whispered. Monsters came in all forms, and she could tell this was important to Simon. He wouldn’t waive his entire fee if he didn’t truly believe Mark was one of the bad ones. “So how can we stop him if he’s been so squeaky clean in the past?”
    “Unfortunately, I have no idea.”
    Grace’s brow furrowed. “What? I thought you had a plan for everything. And if that failed, you’d have a backup plan.” She thought about it for a moment. “Scratch that. I thought your plans don’t fail.”
    He scoffed and took another sip. “I’m glad you have so much faith in me.”
    She scooched her chair closer. The screeching of the metal on concrete broke the calm of the night, and she cringed. “Damn it,” she muttered as she set the chair back and set a hand on his leg. “Simon. You’re one of the most brilliant men in the city. Everywhere you go, people throw themselves at you, trying to get even a second of your time. You have to have some sort of plan.”
    His eyes fell to where her fingers rested on his knee and she fought the urge to pull away. Now it would be too obvious if she jerked back to her safety zone. Besides, her touching him was all part of the act.
    Except there was no one watching now. Why had she moved so close? She’d wanted to give him comfort. Support. And who the hell was she to tell Simon West that he was awesome? Now she was one of the thousands stroking his ego.
    “I have a plan to get a plan, if it makes you feel better.” He leaned forward the tiniest bit.
    “What’s that?” she breathed, ever aware how close he was to her now.
    A big hand reached out and caught a stray strand of hair that rested against her face. She held her breath as he got even closer, not sure whether she wanted to lean forward or away.
    “I ran into DuFord when I was walking Princess today,” Simon said softly, still moving her hair between his fingers. “When I told him we were together, he got interested and invited us to some sort of barbeque. If you can keep him distracted, I should have enough time to dig through some of the files in his office. No guarantee I’ll find anything, but it’s a start.”
    Grace let out a sigh and started to pull away. Simon’s hand shot out and his fingers wrapped around her bare arm. She glanced to where his skin touched hers; their arms now formed a strange circle with her hand on his knee and his on her arm.
    “Don’t go,” he whispered.
    “I don’t know about this, Simon. There are too many chances for things to get messy.”
    “Messy with DuFord? Or messy with us?” He leaned closer; his thumb ran back and forth along her skin. The touch seemed to set off a domino effect within her, like an electric shock raced through her and signaled her heart to beat faster and for heat to pool low in her belly.
    Struggling to keep her breathing at a normal pace, she said, “There is no us.”
    “Why not?” he breathed.
    She let her eyes drift closed as she focused on all the reasons she didn’t want to be with him. And came up empty. She lifted her lids and looked him in the eye. “I don’t even like you.”
    He scooched closer until his knees brushed hers and her breath caught. “I think you do. At least a little. And I like you. What’s stopping you? You’re a grown, beautiful woman who knows what she wants. I sure as hell know what I want. Why can’t we share the big bedroom?”
    “Simon, I—”
    His mouth covered hers in one swift motion. She was completely ready to push him away and explain in explicit detail how wrong his actions were when his lips moved over hers. Warm and soft, his kiss was the exact opposite of everything she’d come to expect from him. His free hand came up to cup the back of her head and angled her face just right for his tongue to tease the seam of her lips.
    Grace moaned at the unexpected playfulness of his kiss. The cool, calm, and