The Boss's Baby Bargain

His fingers dove into her silky black hair, the softness against his skin a sweet torment. He brushed his mouth against hers, telling himself with each light touch to back off, to push her away. But when he’d kissed her a week ago, he’d had only the briefest taste. The memory of it had haunted him every night, stealing his sleep, infiltrating his dreams.

And he had to have more.

Chapter Four

Allie never should have touched him. In her delight over sharing lunch with Lucas, she’d let impulse take control. Now with him so near, with his breath fanning across her face as he stroked her lips with his, the snare of his passion wound around her.

She had to pull away. She took a step back to do just that when Lucas’s mouth drifted from her lips, along her jaw to nuzzle in her ear. She swallowed back a moan, her pleasure easing out in a sigh instead. The hand he’d buried in her hair moved restlessly, its random pattern electric and breath-stealing.

Her own hands took their cue from him, gliding along the stiff shoulders of his jacket to the warm column of his throat. She wanted to ease her fingertips into his hair, explore his sensitive scalp as he did hers. She wanted to do more—to shift to stand in the V of his legs, to press her aching breasts against his chest.

She was lost. With so little effort, Lucas had taken over. And yet she had only to take another step back, to straighten and tug herself away and he would let her go. He had to let her go.

Drawing in a trembling breath, Allie struggled to regain her strength, her will. She slid her hands from Lucas’s throat, pressed her palms against his shoulders. The instant he felt the pressure of her hands against him, he released her so that she nearly stumbled as she backed away.

He sprang from his chair, turning away from her. Facing the window, he pressed both palms against the glass, arms stiff with tension. “Hell.”

She heard a tremor in the softly spoken word. Raising a shaky hand, she smoothed her hair from her face. “I’m sorry.”

His head swiveled toward her, his eyes blazing. “What the devil do you have to be sorry for?”

“Because I…” Her stomach knotted, cutting off the words. She took a breath. “I shouldn’t have touched you.”

For a long moment, he just stared at her. Then he pushed away from the window. “No you shouldn’t. Because I damn well can’t seem to control…” Stabbing his fingers through his thick dark hair in agitation, he raised his gaze to hers. “I’m the one who should apologize. You did nothing wrong. I took advantage…hell.”

She’d seen Lucas angry, seen him throw on a cloak of intimidation that drove fear into the hearts of his adversaries, but she’d never seen him this way—flustered, uncertain, off-balance. His unsettling vulnerability set off a chord inside Allie, an unexpected tenderness.

Which sent her thoughts marching in a perilous direction. She edged away from him, headed for the door. She could feel his eyes on her every step, but couldn’t quite meet his gaze. “Is lunch still…do you still want to…?”

“When are my appointments finished?”

“Twelve-thirty.” She chanced a quick glance at him. The softness she’d seen before in him had gone, replaced by his usual icy calm.

“Twelve-thirty, then.”

He retrieved his chair and lowered himself into it. She reached for the door.

“Allie.”

The gentleness of his tone drew her back around. Arms across her middle, she faced him. Something flickered in his eyes, emotions that seemed to struggle to the surface before sinking again into the mystery that was Lucas Taylor.

He dropped his gaze, shuffled papers into the file folder on his desk. “I’ll need that production cost spreadsheet for the eleven o’clock sales meeting.”

He’d shut himself off again, reverting to the businessman. He so easily suppressed the emotions that still had her in turmoil.

Irritation gnawed at her. “How many copies?” she snapped out.

“Ten should do it.”

He still kept his gaze fixed on the file folder as if it revealed some crucial secret. Despite the bland neutrality of his expression, tension gripped him, holding him so tightly Allie’s heart ached for him.

Her irritation faded away. “I’ll have them ready for you in ten minutes.”

She slipped from his office, moved to sit at her desk. As she connected her laptop with her desktop computer, she tried to untangle the confusion inside her. But when it came to Lucas Taylor, nothing was simple.

With a sigh, Allie brought up the spreadsheet program and with an effort of will, threw herself into her work.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Lucas returned from the sales meeting and strode to her desk. “Let’s go,” he demanded.

In the process of transferring figures from the quarterly marketing report to a spreadsheet, Lucas’s command splintered Allie’s hard-won concentration. She pressed the wrong key and deleted the last hour’s work. “Damn!”

She glared up at Lucas, then quickly clicked the Undo command. Banging at the keyboard, she saved her work and set her laptop on standby. With an angry jerk she pulled open her desk drawer and grabbed her purse.

She seethed silently in the elevator. He seemed oblivious to her anger. When they reached the ground floor, he laid his hand lightly at the small of her back and guided her through the lobby.

“We’ll visit my jeweler after lunch.” He opened the lobby door for her, stepping aside to let her go first. “We haven’t selected rings yet. I’d rather have you there since I don’t know your preferences.”

The midday heat scorched her in the first few steps outside the building’s air-conditioned comfort. She couldn’t hold in her agitation an instant longer. Whirling to stand in his path, she stopped his forward progress.

“My preference is that you treat me with a modicum of respect and courtesy. My preference is that you remember I’m not a serf you can order to do your bidding.”

He gazed down at her, his expression baffled. “What are you talking about?”

She clenched her jaw and looked away a moment to gather her patience, then she returned her gaze to his. “If you hadn’t noticed, I was working in there, doing your work as a matter of fact. In the time I’ve been employed by you I’ve put up with your arrogance because you were my boss.”

She pointed a finger at him, prodded him in the chest for emphasis. “You’re still my boss. But if we go through with this crazy idea of a marriage, I want you to ask politely, not bark out an order.”

Before she could take another breath, his hand flew up to capture hers. He held it against his chest, his lips thinning with what looked like the genesis of anger. For an instant, he was her father, his rage at her impertinence a storm brewing inside him. It had happened every time she’d stood up to him, asserted herself as an individual. And even knowing this was Lucas, not her father, she couldn’t help the first tendrils of insecurity winding around her stomach.

Even as she tensed for the anticipated explosion, his mouth relaxed, his lips softening and curving into a faint smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, his thumb moving against the back of her hand. “I’m too much a creature of habit.”

Relief flooded her, even as her body responded to the stroking of his thumb, to his gaze fixed briefly on her mouth. She supposed she should pull her hand away, but it felt so pleasant enfolded in his, resting lightly against his chest. He’d worn a pale-gray shirt today and she imagined gliding her palm along the crisp smoothness, shaping the musculature underneath.

“Thank you,” she said, not sure what she was thanking him for. The sun beat down on them, rivaling the heat Lucas’s touch had set off in her. “I guess we should go.”

She thought he would release her hand, but he kept it in his, interlacing his fingers with hers. Her bare arm rubbed against the sleeve of his suit jacket as he kept pace with her.

Up ahead the parking lot steamed in the brilliant sunlight. When they reached his silver Mercedes, he paused before pulling out his keys, raised her hand again to his chest. “It’s been a long time since I’ve held a woman’s hand.”

His comment startled her. She knew he hadn’t been without a woman for long; he’d been dating someone as recently as late spring. The woman had come into the office a half dozen times, a tall edgy blonde who apparently owned a high-power consulting firm in downtown Sacramento. Allie tried to remember if she’d ever seen Lucas holding the woman’s hand. She could only recall the blonde’s stunning looks, how striking a couple she and Lucas had made.

Yet another puzzle piece that didn’t seem to fit. Lucas brushed his lips against her knuckles, sending a tremor through her, then let go to fish the car keys out of his pocket. He opened the passenger-side door, helping her in before rounding the car to the driver’s side.

As they pulled out of the lot, Allie remembered what Lucas had said about the jeweler. “We don’t need rings,” she told him.

He didn’t even look her way, just glanced at the rearview mirror as he merged into traffic on Douglas Boulevard. “We’re getting rings.”

“I’ll just have to return mine when we…after.”