Legal Attraction. Lisa ChildsЧитать онлайн книгу.
RONANâS HEAD SNAPPED back with the force of her slap. But he only grinned. Even though his cheek was stinging, that kiss had been totally worth it. He could taste her still on his lips. She was so damn sweet.
How could she taste so sweet when she was such a hard and vicious woman? Yeah, heâd needed that slap to bring him to his senses before he did something stupid, like pull that bow loose on her shoulder.
What would she do if he did that? Slap him again? Seeing her without the camisole, that would undoubtedly be worth another slap, though. He could see her tightened nipples pushing against the thin silk. She wore nothing beneath that camisole but her honey-toned skin. He wanted to close his lips around one of those distended nipples and tug at it until she cried out and begged for more.
His fingers still on that bow, he toyed with the end of it. One tug was all it would take.
But then she smacked his hand away and shoved him back with her palm against his chest. âDonât you dare!â
âDonât dare me,â he advised her. He was the kid who would have stuck his tongue on the icy flagpole with the first dare. He wouldnât have even needed to be double dared. He lifted his hand toward her shoulder again.
She jerked up her sweater and wrapped it tightly around herself, as if he would have forcibly undressed her. As if anyone would need to. On all those billboards and magazine covers, she wore barely more than her seductive smile. Usually just a few scraps of lace or silk.
âWhat game are you playing?â he asked her. She was not a modest woman, but she was a cunning one. Those forged documents proved that. âGame?â she asked, her husky voice pitched higher than usual with outrage. âYouâre the one who kissed me.â
âYou trapped us in this elevator and climbed all over me,â he pointed out. Was she trying to seduce him? Or just sexually tease him into madness?
âI fell on you,â she said. âAnd I did not trap you.â
He snorted. âI wasnât the one playing with the control panel, punching in every damn floor before you stopped it entirely.â
âI stopped it,â she said, âbecause I wanted to stop you from harassing Bette anymore.â
âIâm not going to harass Bette,â he said. For oneâSimon would kill him if he did. The guy was already furious with him over some things Ronan had said to her. Poor Simon had fallen hard for his mousy former assistant.
But then, maybe Bette wasnât that mousyâto a guy who liked the sexy librarian type.
That wasnât Ronanâs style. He didnât want someone repressed. He wanted someone as wild and adventurous and as into sex as he was.
Muriel stepped in front of the elevator doors, as if she could stop him. âNo. Youâre not talking to Bette at all anymore.â
He didnât want to talk to Bette. He didnât want to talk at all. He wanted Muriel back in his arms, her body pressed to his. She was the one, the female who might finally match his appetites in the bedroom and wherever else they might dare to do it...
âWeâre stuck here,â he reminded her. And as he said it, the elevator rocked and creaked.
And Muriel gasped and shot forwardâstraight into his arms.
âDid you fall again?â Ronan teased her. âI wouldnât think a supermodel would be as clumsy as you are.â
Despite glaring at him, she remained in his arms with hers locked around his shoulders. âDidnât you feel that? Weâre falling again.â
âIâve never fallen before,â he told her. âSo Iâm not about to fall now...â And especially not for a man-eater like Muriel Sanz.
Then he realized what she meant even before she murmured, âI was talking about the elevator.â Then she started laughing, and as she laughed, she stepped back and dropped her arms from around his shoulders. âI wasnât talking about falling for you. You canât believe I would actually fall for you.â
He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. She made it sound ridiculous that she could care for him. Plenty of other women claimed that they had. But then, he hadnât had the relationship with those other women that he had with her. Actually, he hadnât ever had a real relationship with anyone.
Just sex...
And he would like to have that with her, even though she was trying to destroy his career. Because from that kiss, he knew it would be good between them. Hell, it would be better than good; it might be great.
He hadnât had great in a whileâprobably because every time heâd been with a woman the past few months, heâd imagined that woman was Muriel and heâd been disappointed when heâd realized she wasnât.
âI would never make the mistake of thinking you could love me,â he assured her. âI donât think youâre any more capable of really falling in love than I am.â
âI was married,â she said, âuntil you ended that.â
âYou ended that with your cheating.â
She lifted her hand, but before she could swing it toward his face, he caught her wrist. Through gritted teeth, she told him, âI did not cheat.â
He snorted again, almost amused over her show of righteous indignation. She could be one of those models who easily crossed over into acting; she had the skills. âSo how did your ex find so many witnesses who testified otherwise then?â
Her green eyes widened. âMy ex...? He found the witnesses? I thought you didâyou or that PR firm.â
âYeah, that was your second mistake when you forged those notes that supposedly came from my case files,â he said. âYou made it sound as though I found the witnesses.â He shook his head. âAnd that wasnât true.â
She glared at him. âWhat those witnesses said wasnât true. They perjured themselves and you knew it.â
âAnd that was your first mistake,â he said. He stepped closer now, pressing his chest up against her breasts. âTrying to blame me for your bad choices.â
âBad choices?â she repeated. âMy only bad choice was getting married in the first place.â
He nodded. âIn that, we are in complete agreement. Marriage is always a mistake.â His parentsâ marriage had showed him that. Their constant fighting was why heâd run away from home for a while in his teenage years. âPeople arenât meant to be monogamous.â
âMany people are,â she said.
He shook his head now. âNot people like you and me, Muriel.â He skimmed his fingertips along her jaw, down her throat to push her sweater from one shoulder. Then he toyed with that bow again. He was so tempted to tug it loose. So damn tempted.
His fingers twitched and the bow began to loosen. Then the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
Muriel stepped back through the doors. But as she did, she reached out and struck a button on the control panel. The doors closed as she turned and ran down the hall.
Ronan wasnât sure what floor they had stopped on, or if it had even been her floor, or if she had just really wanted to get away from him. Before he could look at the numbers above the doors, the elevator began to move againâheading downâuntil it stopped in the lobby.
He hesitated a moment before he stepped through the open doors. Heâd