she was far from feeling. “Mr Granger....Vaughn.....as I stated in my e-mails this morning, I am a married woman and as such, I am completely unavailable to be wanted by anyone other than my husband – let alone a drunken letch , with, it would seem, more money than sense.” She took a breath and then continued.
“I enjoy my job very much, particularly the conference and venues side of it, and so I will continue to work for you off site. I would however be grateful if you could refrain from e-mailing me again unless it is a work related matter. As such, perhaps we could just forget that this conversation ever took place.”
Satisfied and hoping that she had finally put him in his place, Elise turned for the door, anticipating that he would get the message and leave her the hell alone. Whilst she knew that some men enjoyed chasing unavailable women, she didn’t flatter herself that she was worthy of chasing in any way. Now she had outlined once and for all the obstacles that stood in his way, she felt sure that he would get the message and move on. Perhaps back to Olivia.
The problem was that she was undeniably attracted to him, big time, and if he decided to persist with his unwanted attentions then she wasn’t sure - given the state of her marriage - how long she would be able to hold him at bay. For her own sanity, she needed to make him understand that the two of them becoming in any way involved would only lead to heartache.
Suddenly an image of Olivia swam before her eyes and the fact that the other girl had not looked happy when she arrived this morning was testament to the damage that this man could do. She had no idea what had gone one between the two of them last night but, given that he was busily propositioning her this morning, it was relatively clear that Vaughn had already moved on and she most definitely did not need anybody that fickle in her life.
Elise had never been a one-night girl and there was absolutely no way that she would be making any exceptions for anyone. At all. Ever.
As she reached the door, she was surprised to feel the hairs on the back of her neck tingle in warning. Before she had a chance to process what this meant, two strong arms either side of her pinned her to the door and a hard body pressed into her back.
She shivered involuntarily as Vaughn’s ridiculously sexy voice rumbled against her ear, low and sinfully hot and, if she wasn’t mistaken, full of desire.
“Miss Grayson....” the way he said her name, the way he rounded the ‘g’ and slightly rolled the ‘r’ almost had her melting on the spot and she continued to hold onto the door, relying on its solidity to keep her upright. She really was in big trouble.
“You will be mine; that is a given. The sooner you give up the fight the better. However never let it be said that I don’t enjoy a good chase and never...” His arms moved infinitesimally, pulling her just that little bit closer. His breath was now hot and heavy in her ear and she could feel his arousal pressing into her back. “..Never underestimate me.”
Alarmed but ridiculously turned on, Elise found it even harder to stay upright as he continued to speak, his tone lower now and much more dangerous.
“With regards to your marital status, I don’t consider it to be an issue for three very good reasons.” He stopped for a second and briefly darted his tongue out to make contact with her ear lobe.
“Firstly, you use your maiden name of Grayson although I know that your married name is Breedon.” His tongue darted out again, punctuating the words.
“Secondly, your mother is noted as your next of kin on company records.” This time, his tongue and lips connected with her ear and he sucked lightly before delivering the final reason.
“And finally, Miss Grayson,” he brushed his fingers lightly against her left hand which was still holding the door knob, his tongue settling into the gap between her neck and shoulder and suckling
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