Chapter 51

I’ve been out with some extremely beautiful women who have had no sex appeal whatsoever. It really is a lot more than skin deep.

-Rod Stewart

 

Sitting at the conference room table, Mark swiveled in his chair and glanced at the wall where he and Karma had made love. Or, rather, fucked. He hadn’t expected her to go through with it. He really hadn’t. But, as usual, she had surprised him. She had a way about her that threw him into a tailspin. Like a surprise ending to a movie, she always gave him something he didn’t expect.

Maybe that was why he was here now. Because he wanted more of those surprises. He was becoming addicted to them.

He wasn’t supposed to be in Indiana this week. He had planned to stay in Chicago. But he had been slowly going stir-crazy. All he could think about was getting back here to see her, touch her, kiss her.

He pulled out his phone and typed out a text.

I’d like to see you tonight.

Her phone chimed at her desk, but he refused to glance at her.

A moment later, she replied. I’d like to see you, too.

He smiled and could feel her eyes on him.

7:00? Dinner? My place?

He buried his face in the reports on his laptop, and a moment later, she appeared by his side, a fresh mug of coffee in her hands. He turned, surprised to see her there.

“You looked like you could you use a fresh cup,” she said, leaning down. “What are you working on? Anything I can help with?”

Turning back toward his tablet, he said, “Always.” Little did she know, but he had plenty she could help him with, both professionally and personally. Another round against the wall would be fabulous, but he wouldn’t risk that again.

She inched closer, and he closed his eyes as her lips pressed against his ear. “Dinner at seven o’clock at your place would be perfect,” she whispered.

Then she pulled away, stood up, and walked back out. Just that quickly, Karma stole his concentration and another chunk of his heart.

As she retreated to her desk, he stared after her in amazement.

The student had become the teacher, and just that quickly—just that easily—control shifted back into her hands. Once more, the power was hers, even though he had been trying so hard to keep it within his grasp.

He sent her another text. Make sure you bring an overnight bag, Miss Mason. You’ll be spending the night.

This time, he looked at her as her phone chimed. Her cheeks turned red as she typed out a reply. His phone signaled the arrival of her text just as she met his gaze with a shy smile. I had a feeling. Want me to bring my Truth or Dare game?

He chuckled and tapped out his response. No. I have another game we can play. He had plenty of fun ideas to keep them entertained.

Another game?

Yes. Now, get to work. I hear you’ve got a consultant in your office who’s watching everyone like a hawk. Some more than others.

A moment later, his phone beeped. Yes, we do. And he’s seriously distracting me right now.

How so?

By being the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes on.

He had never had this much fun with anyone he’d dated. Rest assured. He’s just as distracted.

Why’s that?

Because he can still smell the scent of you on his body from when he fucked you against the wall this morning. He’s in a terrible state.

His message was intended to shock, and when he glanced her way, he got the response he wanted. She gasped and shot a wide-eyed look at him, her mouth open in silent surprise.

Gotcha. He grinned and chuckled as he typed out another message. I love how you react when I play with you.

Maybe we should take the afternoon off and play back at your place.

His brow quirked. Not a bad idea. Think anyone would notice we’re gone?

A moment later, he received her reply. You’re not even supposed to be here. And I haven’t had anything but a presentation to work on (finished, btw) for two days with two-thirds of the office out. What do YOU think?

Mark leaned back in his chair and glanced toward her. She arched her brow as if challenging him. Making his decision, he stuffed his files in his bag and packed up his laptop and tablet. Then he rose, pushed his chair under the table, and shut off the lights.

“Miss Mason, I’ll be working from home the rest of the day. If anyone needs me, you can reach me on my cell.”

She nodded, and a mischievous grin spread over her delightful face. “Well, enjoy the rest of your day then.”

He leaned on her counter and whispered, “I’ll see you soon.”

She winked. “Yes, you will.”

He turned on his heel and headed for the stairs. Thank goodness he had come back to Indianapolis a few days early.