Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

He grabbed the cup out of her hand and she immediately held the wet fabric away from her body, but her bra was soaked and the heat of the coffee burned her delicate skin. “Here,” Barry said, holding a cold wet cloth against her chest. She sucked in a breath, partly because of the cold against her overheated skin and partly because he was practically fondling her boobs (not that she was complaining), and caught a whiff of his spicy scent. She looked up at him and caught him staring down the gaping neckline of her shirt, his eyes darkening, and her pulse kicked into high gear. She couldn’t pull away from him. He had her caged in against the kitchen bench, and if she didn’t move soon she could not be held responsible for her actions and that would be a very bad, bad thing. Devouring the man who was going to - hopefully - be her boss was probably not a great career move. She cleared her throat and his eyes snapped to hers, guilt coloring his cheeks. “Thanks,” she said, closing her

With his cell phone pressed to his ear, Barry walked around the outside of his home office.And you didn't think to inform me of this? He screamed at his assistant Patricia over the phone."Three weeks ago, I placed the documents on your desk and sent you numerous emails," she stated calmly.He declared, "I want to see them." "Please bring them to me at my house."She answered, "They are already on their way.""Patricia, I'm not happy," he hissed.She responded, "I understand Barry, but you would have had a heads up if you hadn't been avoiding everything to do with Heather.""Yes, well, perhaps you ought to have hidden it somehow so I was forced to open it.""Barry, I am not your mother; you are a grown-up man."With a groan, he combed through his hair. Of course, she was correct. When it came to his former spouse, he had a blind spot the size of Western Australia. He had effectively hidden the presence of the emails and the papers, so he didn't even recall seeing the packet containin

Barry gestured with his palm over his head and replied, "Right." "I believe it's time for us to go shopping."Barry maneuvered the big, level-bed cart down the lofty aisles. Becky and Abby had been browsing the Ikea showroom for ages, trying to decide what furniture they would actually need. He had long since stopped listening to their constant conversation since it was causing him a headache. Nevertheless, they were at last prepared to make a real purchase, thank god. Gazing up at the nearly floor-to-ceiling steel shelves in the warehouse, he attempted to figure out where Abby had screamed about the bedroom suite."Where's the furniture all at? He enquired.Becky pointed to the thin cardboard boxes that were arranged along the shelves and added, "In those boxes."Her lips curled into a grin as he paused and fixed his gaze on her."They're bundled flat. It is up to you to assemble them.What? that. Ick.He walked briskly in the direction of the customer service counter, saying, "Wait

A shower sounded like bliss right about now. She peeked into Abby’s room to check on her before slipping back into her room and into the ensuite. Both her room and Abby’s had attached bathrooms, and she assumed Barry did as well. Leaving her door cracked in case Abby woke and came looking for her, Becky stripped out of the suit she had been wearing all day. It was the only ‘professional’ outfit she owned and now it was ruined with a coffee stain and wrinkled from her crawling around on the floor building Abby’s furniture. With a grateful sigh, she stepped under the steaming water hoping to wash away the tension of the day. She closed her eyes and groaned as the water pounded on her sore muscles. She would be grateful to never have another day like the one she’d lived through today. Her mind drifted to Barry as she soaped up her body, the strawberry smell swirling around her. He was a danger to her sanity. He was so tall and wide and he seemed to occupy every inch of space whenever h

She closed her eyes and shivered again. Bloody hell, she wanted to taste him, she wanted to run her tongue over his salty skin and suck him into her mouth. She wanted to feel the firm give of his muscles as she sank her teeth into him and marked him as hers. She had never had such a visceral reaction to a man before and the images her brain was throwing at her like flash cards shocked her. She wasn’t a prude by any stretch, but she’d never had her brain turn to mush and her body betray her as it did around that man. Her boss. Oh God, he was her boss. Would he fire her for this? She had to do something to ensure that didn’t happen, she couldn’t be separated from Abby, and it would break her heart to have to leave the little girl. No, she had to make this right, whatever it took. Becky slipped out of the room and went in search of her boss. She found him in the kitchen, a bottle of scotch open with a third of it gone. “Barry,” she said and then cleared her throat. “Mr. Benson,” sh