Sleeping with the Enemy. (Business and Pleasures) Read Online Free
Author: Valentina Lovecraft
opening for promotion to the next rung on the executive ladder, she had disrespected Michael Altman by messing around with his own son at his wake.
To everyone else it would look like she was making a move to get to the top by using the boss’s son.
She sighed and looked at the card in her hand. It exuberated style and wealth but all it had written upon it was JENSEN ALTMAN in script, followed by his phone number.
She couldn’t call him . That would be such a mistake. Her career would be at stake; he would end up ruining her life all over again.
Why did he even have a card? What business is he offering?
…hands in her hair, their bodies pressed against each other’s…
Oh, this is too much! It was better that she did not see him again.
No. I will not call, I will have a bath… no, a cold shower and then call my sister. She had to work tomorrow and there would be so much to do now Michael had gone; an early night was a sensible idea.
Chapter 8
R in kicked her heel into the ground and cursed .
He was late . Unbelievable!
She still did not know how she had ended up calling him. She had had a cold shower. She called her sister. Upon hanging up, she automatically dialed in his number; in the few hours she had possessed his card, she had read it so many times that the number was emblazoned into her mind.
The conversation had been awkward her end, but he had been openly overjoyed and made opulent promises of a fun evening of fine dining and jolly conversation. The rest of the afternoon was a haze.
Now she was standing on the corner of her street waiting, getting cold in only tight jeans and a long top with a pashmina. She cursed again and turned towards her house to leave when the distant roar of a p owerful engine turned her back.
At the end of the road, a black Ferrari appeared and prowled loudly towards her, stopping inches from where she stood.
The door opened soundlessly. Jensen stepped out and gazed across the roof at her.
Without saying a word, he rounded the car to open the door for her. He looked effortlessly cool in jeans, an open leather jacket with a dark grey T-shirt and his hair loose around his face. Jensen appeared taller and broader than he had earlier; he looked as though he had just walked out of a photo shoot for a fashion magazine.
He took a step closer and smiled.
“Hey R ed,” he said as he reached for the passenger door.
“ Hi Jensen. I’ve been waiting a while; I thought you were keen to see me?” she asked trying for indifference.
“Fashionably late of course, had to make sure I was befitting for such a rare beauty,” he replied as he bowed and kissed her hand.
He opened the door and gestured to wards the seat.
“Your chariot awaits fair damsel.”
Rin could not help but smile; she enjoyed his mock gentleman routine.
“Why thank you kindly sir,” s he replied in character and stepped into the car.
She was not sure where he was going to take her- but the newfound reckless part of her that had betrayed her morals by dialing his number, did not care where they went. The other part of her grumbled that she should not have given in on being left waiting in the cold without an apology.
They had driven half way across the city when Rin’s c uriosity could wait no longer.
“So,” s he said as he gunned the engine at the changing lights, “where are we going?”
“ Well, there has been a change of plan,” he said with a half-smile.
“M y favorite joint is being refurbished, so we are going somewhere else to dine.”
She looked out at the city bathed in twilight and felt his eyes on her.
“And where might that be?” s he asked realizing he was being coy.
“O h, we are almost there now,” he replied practically grinning.
He turned the car suddenly, and they plunged into an orange-lit tunnel that opened out into a large and heavily guarded underground car park, filled with extremely expensive vehicles.
Rin gave a low wolf whistle as they cruised
To everyone else it would look like she was making a move to get to the top by using the boss’s son.
She sighed and looked at the card in her hand. It exuberated style and wealth but all it had written upon it was JENSEN ALTMAN in script, followed by his phone number.
She couldn’t call him . That would be such a mistake. Her career would be at stake; he would end up ruining her life all over again.
Why did he even have a card? What business is he offering?
…hands in her hair, their bodies pressed against each other’s…
Oh, this is too much! It was better that she did not see him again.
No. I will not call, I will have a bath… no, a cold shower and then call my sister. She had to work tomorrow and there would be so much to do now Michael had gone; an early night was a sensible idea.
Chapter 8
R in kicked her heel into the ground and cursed .
He was late . Unbelievable!
She still did not know how she had ended up calling him. She had had a cold shower. She called her sister. Upon hanging up, she automatically dialed in his number; in the few hours she had possessed his card, she had read it so many times that the number was emblazoned into her mind.
The conversation had been awkward her end, but he had been openly overjoyed and made opulent promises of a fun evening of fine dining and jolly conversation. The rest of the afternoon was a haze.
Now she was standing on the corner of her street waiting, getting cold in only tight jeans and a long top with a pashmina. She cursed again and turned towards her house to leave when the distant roar of a p owerful engine turned her back.
At the end of the road, a black Ferrari appeared and prowled loudly towards her, stopping inches from where she stood.
The door opened soundlessly. Jensen stepped out and gazed across the roof at her.
Without saying a word, he rounded the car to open the door for her. He looked effortlessly cool in jeans, an open leather jacket with a dark grey T-shirt and his hair loose around his face. Jensen appeared taller and broader than he had earlier; he looked as though he had just walked out of a photo shoot for a fashion magazine.
He took a step closer and smiled.
“Hey R ed,” he said as he reached for the passenger door.
“ Hi Jensen. I’ve been waiting a while; I thought you were keen to see me?” she asked trying for indifference.
“Fashionably late of course, had to make sure I was befitting for such a rare beauty,” he replied as he bowed and kissed her hand.
He opened the door and gestured to wards the seat.
“Your chariot awaits fair damsel.”
Rin could not help but smile; she enjoyed his mock gentleman routine.
“Why thank you kindly sir,” s he replied in character and stepped into the car.
She was not sure where he was going to take her- but the newfound reckless part of her that had betrayed her morals by dialing his number, did not care where they went. The other part of her grumbled that she should not have given in on being left waiting in the cold without an apology.
They had driven half way across the city when Rin’s c uriosity could wait no longer.
“So,” s he said as he gunned the engine at the changing lights, “where are we going?”
“ Well, there has been a change of plan,” he said with a half-smile.
“M y favorite joint is being refurbished, so we are going somewhere else to dine.”
She looked out at the city bathed in twilight and felt his eyes on her.
“And where might that be?” s he asked realizing he was being coy.
“O h, we are almost there now,” he replied practically grinning.
He turned the car suddenly, and they plunged into an orange-lit tunnel that opened out into a large and heavily guarded underground car park, filled with extremely expensive vehicles.
Rin gave a low wolf whistle as they cruised
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