Trinity (The Executive's Affair) Read Online Free
Author: Elizabeth Nelson
mind was so preoccupied she knew she was going to be absolutely useless for the rest of the day.
CHAPTER FOUR
Trinity sat at her desk and tried not to stare at Laszlo's closed office door. Three days had passed since he had called her in to see him and she was going nuts. What the hell was he doing in there? Granted, she'd told him to back off, but damn it, she hadn't expected him to listen. That's now how he operated. If he wanted something, he got it. Maybe he didn't want her anymore. The thought made her stomach flop and her heart sink. She shouldn't have pushed him away. No. You know it was the right thing to do. Getting involved with her boss any more than she already had been was a bad idea. Her mind wandered to that night…the feel of his lips on hers, his hands on her body, the way his voice had sounded when he whispered to her. She felt her face getting warm. Knock it off!
She seriously didn't know what was wrong with her lately, but she was horny all the time. In the past, in between relationships, she'd gone weeks, sometimes months at a time without sex and never once thought twice about it. What changed recently she had no idea. All she knew was that it was severely affecting her ability to concentrate on anything. Her mind was always thinking about having sex—and not just sex, but sex with Laszlo. Trinity propped her elbows on her desk, dropped her head into her hands, and groaned. This is so bad. I'm so screwed.
The charity ball was in two days. How the hell was she going to spend an entire evening with him and not jump his bones every chance she got? Maybe she could get out of going, tell him she was sick. It would be a total lie. Her stomach had still been acting funny. One minute the mere mention of food made her throw up and the next minute she was so damn hungry she ate everything in sight. Last night, for dinner, she'd eaten a bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, a chocolate milkshake, a stack of peanut butter cookies, and a hot fudge sundae. Thinking about it now made her feel nauseous.
Taking a deep breath she smoothed her hands down her hair and stretched her neck. Think, Trinity. You can figure this out. Okay, if she went to the ball with Laszlo she would end up in bed with him. Of that she was certain. She was also certain that having sex with him again was a bad idea. If she told him today or tomorrow that she still wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go, he could find another date. That thought made her pause--Laszlo taking another woman, touching her, kissing her, and knowing him, sleeping with her—no way in hell was Trinity going to allow that to happen. That meant she'd have to wait until the last minute, call him an hour or so before the ball, tell him she was too sick and couldn't go. But then that meant he'd have to go alone and she knew how important this event was to him. Man, had she really backed herself into a corner this time.
At that moment Laszlo's office door opened and he emerged looking like the perfect replica of a male model, just like he always did. He stopped at Sarah's desk and set a pile of folders in front of her. Then he came toward Trinity. The enticing scent of his cologne reached her before he did. Since she's been sick, his cologne is the one smell that doesn't make her want to vomit. Laszlo stopped in front of her desk and she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. Sweet Lord that smile. It made her insides turn to mush. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cstary."
"Ms. Collins." He nodded. "Do you have a few moments so that we can discuss the itinerary for Saturday night?"
"Yes, of course." Finally, she thought, he's going to ask me to go to his office.
"Good. I'm heading out for a meeting. Walk with me?"
Trinity stifled a disappointed sigh and stood. "Sure." Silently they walked to the elevators and got in. As soon as the doors slid shut, Laszlo pushed her against the wall and crushed his mouth over hers. She allowed her body to meld to his, her fingers
CHAPTER FOUR
Trinity sat at her desk and tried not to stare at Laszlo's closed office door. Three days had passed since he had called her in to see him and she was going nuts. What the hell was he doing in there? Granted, she'd told him to back off, but damn it, she hadn't expected him to listen. That's now how he operated. If he wanted something, he got it. Maybe he didn't want her anymore. The thought made her stomach flop and her heart sink. She shouldn't have pushed him away. No. You know it was the right thing to do. Getting involved with her boss any more than she already had been was a bad idea. Her mind wandered to that night…the feel of his lips on hers, his hands on her body, the way his voice had sounded when he whispered to her. She felt her face getting warm. Knock it off!
She seriously didn't know what was wrong with her lately, but she was horny all the time. In the past, in between relationships, she'd gone weeks, sometimes months at a time without sex and never once thought twice about it. What changed recently she had no idea. All she knew was that it was severely affecting her ability to concentrate on anything. Her mind was always thinking about having sex—and not just sex, but sex with Laszlo. Trinity propped her elbows on her desk, dropped her head into her hands, and groaned. This is so bad. I'm so screwed.
The charity ball was in two days. How the hell was she going to spend an entire evening with him and not jump his bones every chance she got? Maybe she could get out of going, tell him she was sick. It would be a total lie. Her stomach had still been acting funny. One minute the mere mention of food made her throw up and the next minute she was so damn hungry she ate everything in sight. Last night, for dinner, she'd eaten a bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, a chocolate milkshake, a stack of peanut butter cookies, and a hot fudge sundae. Thinking about it now made her feel nauseous.
Taking a deep breath she smoothed her hands down her hair and stretched her neck. Think, Trinity. You can figure this out. Okay, if she went to the ball with Laszlo she would end up in bed with him. Of that she was certain. She was also certain that having sex with him again was a bad idea. If she told him today or tomorrow that she still wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go, he could find another date. That thought made her pause--Laszlo taking another woman, touching her, kissing her, and knowing him, sleeping with her—no way in hell was Trinity going to allow that to happen. That meant she'd have to wait until the last minute, call him an hour or so before the ball, tell him she was too sick and couldn't go. But then that meant he'd have to go alone and she knew how important this event was to him. Man, had she really backed herself into a corner this time.
At that moment Laszlo's office door opened and he emerged looking like the perfect replica of a male model, just like he always did. He stopped at Sarah's desk and set a pile of folders in front of her. Then he came toward Trinity. The enticing scent of his cologne reached her before he did. Since she's been sick, his cologne is the one smell that doesn't make her want to vomit. Laszlo stopped in front of her desk and she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. Sweet Lord that smile. It made her insides turn to mush. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cstary."
"Ms. Collins." He nodded. "Do you have a few moments so that we can discuss the itinerary for Saturday night?"
"Yes, of course." Finally, she thought, he's going to ask me to go to his office.
"Good. I'm heading out for a meeting. Walk with me?"
Trinity stifled a disappointed sigh and stood. "Sure." Silently they walked to the elevators and got in. As soon as the doors slid shut, Laszlo pushed her against the wall and crushed his mouth over hers. She allowed her body to meld to his, her fingers
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