Tasha nervously stood in the doorway of Jim’s office and smiled as he looked up at where she stood.
“I do hope you’re not thinking that very sweet smile of yours will make me forget all about our wedding guests?” asked Jim gently, but seriously.
Tasha shrugged and smiled again.
“Get your ass in here and tell me what the hell is going on with you and your ex-boyfriends.” He sat back in his chair.
“Just my ass?” she asked grinning broadly.
“Oh, no, I want to talk. To begin with at least.” He grinned back, making her clench every muscle inside her body but she did begin a slow and seductive saunter towards him.
She sat on the edge of his desk facing him as he viewed her suspiciously.
“Do not look at me that way, Miss Winters or I will not hesitate to bend you across my desk and spank you hard.”
She swallowed hard. There was nothing she actually wanted more. Her expression obviously betrayed her thoughts making Jim laugh at her.
“Really, Natasha? I thought you may have been satiated for a little longer after this afternoon, but obviously not. And with your siblings and my children in the house. You really are going to make the perfect wife for me, baby. Now, sit down on a chair or the sofa.”
He watched her slide off the desk and walk with purpose until she sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk to him. She really was beautiful, inside and out. There was nothing he could think of that he wouldn’t do for her. He meant every word about her being the perfect wife for him. He didn’t doubt it for a second, but he really needed to not become distracted by that or thoughts of her, her and him together or he’d be in a permanent state of flux, never quite knowing what was going to be sprung on him next, like former boyfriends being added to their wedding guest list.
She settled into the chair and watched him watching her, her tongue dashing out to lick across her dry lips. She was nervous, but fuck, if that tongue alone wasn’t distracting him. He wanted to go to her and kiss her. He wanted to tangle his tongue with hers before dragging his mouth across every single inch of her soft and delicate skin, not stopping until she was hoarsely crying his name in a combination of ecstasy and sweet, overstimulated, orgasmic pain. Shit, never mind her beauty distracting him, his own thoughts were too.
“For the record I am satiated, for now.”
He stared at her still, the last two words of her statement drawing him back in. He smiled, hoping for a neutral expression that didn’t reveal his desire to strip her bare and fuck her senseless until neither of them could speak or move.
He needed to speak, to say something without any sexual connotation or they were both fucked, literally. “So, Jake is moving Stateside and Gerry is on the guest list?”
Tasha nodded, but changed tack slightly. “I was going to tell you, obviously, but you haven’t yet told me what the story with Mickie is.”
“Tell me now.” He ignored the Mickie comment.
“I will, after you’ve told me what is going on with Mickie,” she persisted.
“I already have.” His reply was blunt as was the cold stare he fixed her with.
“No, you haven’t. Please, just tell me what is going on and then I’ll tell you about Jake’s job offer and Gerry’s wedding invite,” she pleaded firmly.
“Okay, but do not start shouting and swearing. Understand?” He waited for an answer.
“I can’t promise, but I will try,” she said and meant it.
“Mmm, I don’t know that I feel reassured with that as an assurance.” He studied her expression and believed she meant what she said but he also knew that little fiery streak of hers was unpredictable, especially where Mickie was concerned.
“Please, just tell me.”
“Right then. I had no intention of seeing Mickie, but the guy I had looking into this Michael Rose character called me this morning and wanted to talk, to discuss the information he’d got. I met him first thing and it was most enlightening. I called Mickie and arranged to go over and see her and she told me she had some concerns about you,” explained Jim.
“Concerns? About me?” Tasha’s eyes were wide and he shook her head.
“I was dubious too, but then I thought of Alan and your stupid starvation plan.”
“Sorry,” Tasha said again. He was obviously annoyed by her starvation plan that was never a plan as such.
“We still need to discuss that, but first, Mickie. I went over to see her and she was her usual self, really nice about me, but a little disparaging about you, so I told her to grow up and confronted her with the fact that her friend Alan had planted the ridiculous notion in your head that you needed to lose weight.”
“He’s her friend?” asked Tasha disbelievingly.
