Later, once I had wrapped things up, Jonas poked his head in to check on me. “You know, if you need help, all you have to do is ask.” His smile seemed…off.
First Judy, now Jonas?
His smile faded, and he entered my office. “Tessa? I was only joking. Seriously. It’s late, and we have a lot to do tomorrow. What can I do to help get you out of here?”
He circled the room to stand behind me, looking at my monitor.
With some surprise, I realized what a large shadow he cast. Huh. I’d never noticed how large Jonas was. He had height and brawn. How had I never seen that before?
“Tessa?” he asked, his voice husky. “Are you okay?”
“Ms. Sheridan?” Marcus said coolly from the doorway. “May I have moment of your time?” He stared pointedly at Jonas, who ignored him.
“I’ll be here another hour or so if you need me.” Jonas put a comforting hand on my shoulder that only aroused disquiet.
He stared at Marcus in what looked like a challenge before he moved away from me. “Don’t overwork my best logistician,” Jonas warned.
But it seemed to me he looked angry when normally he was nothing but good-tempered.
“I never do,” Marcus said suggestively.
Jonas didn’t respond. He just walked away.
Then Marcus turned to me. “What the hell was that about?” He mentally slammed the door shut behind him and stalked to my desk. “He had his hands all over you.”
“What? Marcus, he had one hand on my shoulder. No biggie. He’s my boss.” Yet Jonas had never touched me before, not even accidentally.
Between Judy’s turnaround and Jonas’ odd behavior, someone must have spiked the watercooler.
“Open the door, Marcus. You don’t want one of them to see us together.”
Still scowling, he started pacing. “Them? Oh, you mean the Djinn. They already know about us. Sin Garu’s visit to the house destroyed any notion we aren’t better acquainted.”
He stared at me from the top of my head to my breasts and lingered.
The air in the room sweltered, carnal intent clear on Marcus’ face.
I had no idea how it had happened, but I was suddenly so turned on it was hard to think.
“Nice to know Jonas doesn’t get to you like this.” Marcus stared at the stiff points of my nipples pressing against my blouse.
“Get a grip, Marcus,” I muttered, at a loss to explain how incredibly hot his jealousy made me.
The lock sounded overly loud as it suddenly clicked.
Marcus came around the desk, a wolfish look on his face. He couldn’t possibly think to…no, not here.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned. “I work here.”
“I dare anything.” His voice was whisper-light and sharp as a knife.
The blinds on the office door lowered. Marcus yanked me out of my chair and kicked it away. He bent me over my desk and stroked my back as my skirt slid up my thighs, over my ass, and bunched at my waist.
I felt my panties drop, heard a zipper lowered, and then he was there, sliding between my legs, not penetrating, but thick and hot against my sex.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said in a low voice. “Fast and hard. But we’ll need to be quiet, won’t we?”
Just the thought of what we were about to do made me wet. He nudged my legs farther apart, and I bit back a moan, shocked and thrilled he was touching me so intimately. At work, no less.
