Sleeping with the Enemy. (Business and Pleasures) Read Online Free Page B

enjoying it; she had visibly chilled out since they sat down together.
    “So I’m curious, where were we supposed to be go ing tonight? This is delicious. Is there dessert? Is this takeout or did you prepare this yourself?” she probed, laughing between each question and dazzling him with her smiles.
    “I am so pleased you are enjoying it. Yes there is dessert- in fact, I have a selection.”
    Jensen decided against telling her more as there would (hopefully) be a time to take her to the place he had mentioned earlier that day.
    After they had eaten, they moved back to the lounge with their drinks. Jensen put music on, and the conversation flowed easily as it had on the balcony at the wake.
    He had been surprised wh en she had called him earlier, he thought she would have left it a few days if she even bothered at all, but she had called. He had been unable to disguise his excitement and surprise, which had probably messed with the ‘cool’ he had been aiming for.
    “Wow we finished that bottle quickly!” Rin remarked as she tipped the last tiny measure into her glas s.
    “N ot to worry, I have more,” replied Jensen as he got up from the sofa.
    “C an I interest you in another dessert, maybe the tiramisu this time?” he asked as he picked up the empty bottle.
    “Oh yes please, I should be full up after the amount I’ve eaten, but I always have room for something sweet ,” she replied with a flash of rebellion in her eyes.
    “Jensen, where is the bathroom?”
    He pointed to the door to the right of the front door and headed back to the kitchen. So far, the evening was going great; he was determined to go slow and take it easy, which conflicted wildly with the smoldering desire he felt with every accidental little touch, every smile and flick of her hair. Even the hint of her fruity fragrance drove him crazy. It was so hard to remain calm and not gather her to him, tearing away their clothes.
    Returning to the lounge with a fresh bottle, des sert and spoons, Rin was absent. Probably still in the bathroom he assumed.
    Uncorking the bottle, he refreshed their glasses and wandered to the window.
    A muffled sound came from the room to his left followed by a giggle. Jensen frowned.
    S he's not in the bathroom?
    He opened the door to the guest bedroom to find it in darkness, lit only by the bright city haze from below. A little confused, Jensen stepped inside, moving to the light switch and twisting the dial to a soft low glow.
    Near the window was Rin with an excited, daring expression he had not seen on her before.
    “Hey Red , what are you up to in here?” he asked.
    She drifted towards him, as she moved he realised that she had stripped off her top and wore only a small silky black vest with her very tight jeans. He was sure that her hair had been tied back earlier too, now it fell in long red curls down her back and around her shoulders like a fiery halo.
    “I was in the bathroom when I noticed the hem of my top had unraveled. So I thought if you had a long mirror, I could see if it was too noticeable,” she answered, looking a bit sheepish.
    “T hen I couldn’t find the light switch, and I realised it would look like I was snooping but then I tripped over something in the dark.” She stopped and laughed.
    “I see, so where is your top now then ?” Jensen asked and grinned.
    “Oh it’s here ,” she cried as she threw it at his face and giggled.
    So she is feeling playful huh?
    He caught her top and held it up against his shirt.
    “No I don’t think it’s my colour ,” he said looking back at her.
    “L et me try that one,” he asked with his most charming smile.
    In the blink of an eye , she whipped off her little black top and threw that at him too. He caught it with great surprise.
    She now stood there in just her black lacey bra, jeans and an unshakeable confidence.
    She fixed him with a smoldering look and asked, “Does that fit you better?”
    Without realising his movements , he brought