Stupid job security, Rory thought as Connor hauled her ass inside her office.
Chapter 6
“Let me go!” Rory snapped as he kicked the office door shut behind him.
“Sure thing,” Connor said, releasing her just as she tried to yank her arm free. The move sent her stumbling back and muttering a few choice words about him and his ass, which he easily ignored. He walked around her desk and sat down in her surprisingly comfortable chair.
“Get the hell out of my chair,” Rory snapped as she walked around the desk and glared down at him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have stolen her hot cocoa since the little addict seemed on edge. Then again, he did enjoy pissing her off.
“I’m sorry. Did you want to sit down?” Connor asked innocently.
“Yes,” she hissed as her hands clenched and unclenched into fists.
With a shrug, Connor reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a good yank and taking her by surprise. With an adorable squeak, her beautiful ass landed on his lap. Before she could move, he had his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled tightly against him so that her side was pressed up against his chest and her legs hung over his.
“Now, I think we should probably go over your duties, don’t you?” he asked brightly, loving the murderous scowl she sent him.
“The only duty I have at the moment is to kick your ass,” Rory bit out, practically shaking with rage that he, of course, ignored as he settled more comfortably in the chair.
“The most important thing that you need to remember is that I take two sugars in my coffee and just a splash of half-and-half,” Connor explained as he allowed his eyes to roam.
Was it just him or did she look hotter when she was pissed? His eyes ran from her beautiful neck with a few tendrils of damp hair plastered against it, down her neck, and to the pair of large breasts that stretched the shirt’s material to perfection. She truly was magnificent.
“My eyes are up here,” Rory pointed out.
“Uh-huh,” Connor said, not bothering to look up.
With an exasperated sigh, she cupped his chin and forced him to look up and meet her eyes. “Stop pissing me off or I’m going to have to kill you,” Rory said evenly, sounding as though she’d meant it and he knew that if she could figure out a way to get rid of his body, that she’d probably do it. Then again, she’d been saying that same damn thing to him since they were six, so he really wasn’t too concerned.
“That’s nice,” Connor said absently as he shifted her on his lap and pulled her closer. “I tell you what, Rory. If you do a really good job and stay away from my site, I might just give you a special bonus when this is all done. How does that sound?” he asked in his most patronizing voice, unable to help himself even though he knew that he was making this worse.
“This is my project, too,” Rory said, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.
He nodded in agreement as he continued, “Which is why you should be a good little girl and stay out of the way so that we can get this project finished on time.”
She tried to climb off his lap, but of course, he wouldn’t let her. Not when he was comfortable and well, that’s all that he really cared about, but apparently, she couldn’t give a damn about his comfort. Kind of selfish of her, Connor thought as she went for his nipples. With a curse, he released his hold on her so that he could protect his poor nipples before the vicious woman could tear them off.
“Do the rules mean nothing to you?” Connor demanded, feeling like an idiot with his hands plastered against his chest. He dropped his hands away as he came to his feet and stood so that he could glare down at the woman that was driving him fucking crazy.
“As long as I’m stuck with you on this project and you try to get in my way, anything goes,” Rory said, stepping closer to him as she met his glare and he just barely bit back the groan that was threatening to escape when her large warm breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
Somehow, he forced himself to ignore them and focus on the problem at the moment.
Rory.
He leaned down further until their noses were practically touching. “Is that a fact?” Connor demanded evenly.
“Yes,” Rory hissed as her eyes narrowed on his.
“You’re only here because of my generosity, Rory. Push me and you might just find yourself locked in the trunk of a car on a ferryboat headed off to Nova Scotia...again,” Connor said, loving the way that she practically shook with rage against him.
“I knew that was you, you bastard!” Rory snapped, looking torn between going for his nipples again or flat-out killing him.
“You deserved it,” Connor felt obligated to point out.
She scoffed. “I was twelve!”
“You superglued my shorts to my ass!”
