Free BTW: I Love You (Mills & Boon M&B) (One Hot Fling - Book 1) by Heidi Rice

other this afternoon, she’d never considered he might not respect her afterwards.
    He had no right to probe into her sex life, just because she’d done exactly what he’d done. She hadn’t thought less of him for his actions, why should he think less of her? The double standard sucked. But far worse was the humiliation that lay just beneath. She had nothing whatsoever to feel humiliated about. She was a single consenting adult who could decide to sleep with anyone she chose. But the memory of how she’d let him bring her to orgasm—countless times—made her feel defenceless. What exactly had he been thinking while he was pleasuring her so efficiently? That she was a tart?
    ‘Phil’s an operator,’ he said, as if he were being perfectlyreasonable. ‘And I know exactly how he operates.’ His eyes flicked down her frame. ‘You would be fair game.’
    ‘This isn’t about Phil,’ she said, the choked feeling in her throat making it hard to speak. ‘It’s been nice, Mr King, but it’s obviously time for me to go.’
    He swore softly. ‘Don’t start with the Mr King again or you’re going to annoy me.’
    ‘Really?’
she said, desperate to keep her shredded dignity intact. ‘Well, that will make two of us then, won’t it?’ She stalked through the kitchen doorway, strode down the hallway.
    ‘Aren’t you forgetting something, Madeleine?’
    She heard the arrogant tone as she wrenched open the front door.
    Then spotted her bike, lying in a heap by the front steps, and stared up at the stars winking in the sky.
    Drat.
    She swung round, her back ramrod straight. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, observing her with mocking indulgence.
    ‘Do you mind giving me a lift home?’ she asked in a clipped voice, hoping to telegraph her disapproval.
    ‘Not at all,’ he replied, pushing away from the wall. His stiff leg did nothing to lessen the insolent way he strolled towards her.
    It took ten minutes for them to wrestle the carcass of her bike into the boot of his snazzy little sports car. And twenty minutes more to make the silent drive to her granny’s cottage on the other side of the Bay.
    Maddy fumed every single inch of the way—and kept her eyes focused on the road ahead. She waited for an apology, but it didn’t come. By the time he braked in front of the tiny one-bedroom cottage her resentment had reached fever pitch.
    Sleeping with a man she didn’t know had been foolhardy.But she thought she’d gone into this adventure with her eyes open. Unfortunately, they hadn’t been open enough. What was supposed to have been a sexually liberating experience had turned into exactly the opposite. He’d made her feel cheap.
    But what bugged her the most was that for a second it had actually mattered to her what he thought. He wasn’t her friend. He was her one-night lover. But what was meant to be an anonymous fling didn’t seem so anonymous any more.
    She gripped the door handle. ‘Thanks for the lift.’ And the multiple orgasm, she wanted to add with as much sarcasm as she could muster, but figured he had an ego big enough to take it as a compliment.
    His arm shot across her to grab the door handle and hold it closed. ‘Calm down.’
    Her head whipped round. ‘I
am
calm.’
    ‘Yeah, I noticed,’ he said, the planes and angles of his face tense in the moonlight. ‘I have a question for you before you go.’
    She stopped struggling with the door handle. ‘If it’s about my sex life, I’m not answering it.’ On that she was absolutely clear. He’d humiliated her enough for one evening.
    ‘Why won’t you sleep with your boss? Did Phil do something he shouldn’t have?’
    The audacious question was such a shock, she answered it without thinking. ‘Of course not. Phil and I are friends. I just … I would never sleep with anyone who’s employing me.’
    ‘Why not?’
    ‘Because it’s unethical. And …’ she sputtered ‘… and incredibly tacky.’
    She knew