Surrender to Temptation Part II: Tempted to Rebel Read Online Free

heat from the solid body that had pressed me back into the car.
    Despite the fact that my limbs were like jelly, I felt wariness steal over me when I noted that Zach wouldn’t meet my eyes as he pulled a still-semi-erect cock from between my legs. Pulling the condom off, he tied a knot in the end and tossed it toward a trashcan that sat beneath the glaringly white security monitor.
    As he stepped back, fastening his pants, I started to feel exposed—a ridiculous feeling, really, given what we had just done.
    Regardless, I straightened my shirt, ran a hand over my tangled hair. As I smoothed my skirt over my hips, I noted that the elastic of my panties was stretched all to hell, and that they were soaked through.
    Swallowing, I slid off the hood of the car. Well, what had I expected, coming here to have sex with my boss? That was exactly what had happened, and now I supposed that he was going to call Charles to drive me home.
    Instead he offered me his hand formally, his expression guarded. Hesitantly I took it, flushing when I thought of how that hand had just touched me.
    “Let’s go have a drink,” he offered, to my surprise.

Chapter Two
    I was far too apprehensive to look at our surroundings in detail as I followed Zach into an elevator, up several floors, and then down a dim hallway. From the quick peeks that I made from my downcast eyes, I noted sleek, masculine decor, done by someone who had a flair for modern style and no taste for warmth. There were none of the touches that made a house a home—no flowers, no half-melted candles, no framed photos of family or friends anywhere that I could see.
    I supposed I could have missed those touches, since I was so distracted. His lightning-quick mood swing hung in the air like a rain cloud pregnant with thunder. Our footsteps echoed off the walls and the ceiling, and though I had no idea what Charles or any of Zach’s other staff did in their spare time, I had the impression that we were entirely alone in the house.
    I tried to hold back the great lump in my throat as I followed Zach into a cavernously large room that opened off of the hallway. It, too, was dim, until he picked up a remote and, with a few punches of his fingers, brought a fireplace that was big enough to stand in roaring to life.
    “Wow.” I knew that it made me sound naive, but I found that I couldn’t help it. I had been brought up in a household that had never wanted for anything, but as the harvest moon–tinged light of the fire lit up the room to life, I knew that I was seriously out of my league.
    Zach either ignored me or didn’t hear me, crossing the intricately tiled onyx and alabaster floor to a heavy wooden hutch that stood against a wall of smoky glass. To give myself something to do and to ease my nerves, I wandered across the room, letting my fingers trail over the butter-soft leather of a massive couch, the cashmere weave of an artfully placed throw, the slick glaze of an emerald vase that was likely worth more than my car. The flames cast everything into shadow, making it all look much more mysterious than it likely was, but it served as a reminder that I didn’t know the first thing about the man who was now sloshing liquid of some sort into a glass.
    Deliberately positioning myself so that my back was to him, I found myself facing a window that took up an entire wall. I had to step close to the icy sheet to see outside, since an indigo twilight had fallen, but when my eyes adjusted I let out a gasp.
    The house itself jutted right out over the ocean. When I looked down, I saw jagged teeth carved from obsidian rock and the whipped-cream froth of the water as it thrashed against the cliff. My mouth fell open at the spectacular sight, which was both breathtaking and terrifying.
    “It’s why I built the house here.” Zach’s voice was quiet as he came to stand beside me. He pressed a short, heavy glass into my hand, and I noticed that he avoided touching my fingers with his