Free His Virgin Acquisition by Maisey Yates Page B

regarded her closely. “You look like you might break at any moment. I think for the sake of your pride it would be best if we left.”
    She swallowed the lump that was rising in her throat and nodded her consent. She wasn’t going to cry, she wasn’t a crier by nature, but there was a very real danger that she might end up dumping a drink on Daniel’s head.
    Marco thanked Caroline for hosting the event andslipped his arm around Elaine’s waist, leading her down to the limousine that was idling at the curb. He opened the door for her and she slid inside. He got in and sat beside her, sitting closer to her than was strictly necessary.
    “Are you all right?” Marco asked, studying her drawn face. The encounter with that man had disturbed her. She had kept her wits in place, not letting him cow her, but it had affected her.
    She angled her face away from him, keeping her eyes trained on the brightly lit streets. “Of course. People like that are a part of life, aren’t they? People who resent the success of others.”
    “Perhaps just their methods,” he said coolly.
    “Perhaps. But if I really was climbing the corporate ladder I doubt I would be stuck in a cubicle.”
    “I doubt you would be stuck in a cubicle if you hadn’t been caught messing around with your married supervisor. Word spreads.”
    Her head whipped around. “And sometimes word is wrong. I can’t beat the rumors, Marco. Believe me, I’ve tried. No one believes the truth, and the lie makes me a liability that nobody wants around the office. So I’ve found my way around it. Hard work isn’t going to be enough—not with all of that—” she gestured toward the direction of the hotel “—hanging over my head. But I’m not the woman Daniel says I am, and I refuse to be punished for sins I didn’t commit.”
    Marco shrugged. “Frankly, I don’t care what happened. Whether or not you slept with your boss is wholly irrelevant to me. But I must warn you that while some men might be easily blinded by generous curves, I’m not. You can’t use your body to get to my heart or my bank account.”
    She clenched her teeth. “My body isn’t on offer.”
    “Really?”
    She was angry, he could see that, and it was genuine. At being called out or at being falsely accused, he wasn’t certain. He knew she was calculating—he had known it before she’d walked into his office. But it was no matter to him. He was hardly going to become a victim of her machinations like her foolish supervisor had supposedly been. He wasn’t going to be swayed by her tempting mouth and her lush curves. He was far too jaded for that.
    Of course she was welcome to try. It would make the next twelve months interesting.
    “Really,” she stated emphatically. “For what it’s worth, I have too much pride to seduce my boss into promoting me.”
    He studied the haughty tilt of her chin. It was very possible that she did have too much pride to do anything like that—now. She had been very young after all.
    “It’s no matter to me one way or the other.”
    She scoffed. “Not worried that I’ll take advantage of you?”
    “Not in the least.” He had infinite experience with conniving women. “Although you’re welcome to try.”
    Angry color suffused her milk-pale skin. “I don’t think that will happen. We have a deal. I already have what I want,” she said stiffly.
    He moved his hand to her soft cheek, letting his finger drift along her silken skin. He felt a sharp tug in his midsection and his shaft hardened. What was it about this woman that made her such a temptation? “But what if you could get more? Doesn’t that appeal to you?”
    She blew out a breath, its heat fanning across his hand. “No. I only want what I earn.”
    A slow smile spread across his face. “That could be taken many different ways, cara mia.”
    “You know what I mean,” she said tightly.
    The limo pulled up at the curb in front of her small, shabby apartment building. Neither of them