She heard an impatient sound behind her but didn’t turn around, afraid to face him.
“Are you trying to tell me you’re frigid, Sabrina? Because I won’t believe it. I’ve kissed you and felt your reactions. I know you’re very sexual.”
Sabrina laughed self-consciously. “Actually, you’re half right. I’m sure the other men I’ve dated might think I’m frigid. I’ve never lost control, never been afraid of what they could make me feel.” Turning to face him, terrified of what she would see when she looked at him but determined to be honest with him. “You do all of that to me. I’ve never felt the way you make me feel. It scares me.”
Sid watched her large, blue eyes as they revealed a part of her he’d never suspected. “And you don’t like it?” he asked, bracing himself for the answer.
She smiled weakly and shook her head. “Actually, the opposite once again. I like it too much. I don’t know what I’m doing when you’re touching me or kissing me.”
In response, he bent down low and kissed her gently, his lips rubbing against her mouth, teasing her, nudging her. She felt him put her arms on his shoulders and shuddered. Moving closer, Sabrina imitated everything he did to her, knowing that if it felt good to her, it would probably feel good to him as well.
She found herself several minutes later curled up on his lap, his hands holding her close while she moved slowly, exploring his mouth, her hands touching him everywhere. She’d had no idea what she’d been doing but, looking at his tightly controlled expression, she knew what he was trying to do and was almost overwhelmed by gratitude. “You’re showing me that I can lose control with you and you won’t let it go too far, aren’t you?”
“That was my plan,” he said, his forehead leaning against hers. “You’re incredibly beautiful and I want desperately to take you into my bedroom and show you more. But,” he said when she started to pull out of his embrace, “I want you to go at your own pace. I won’t rush you.”
“You’re a very sweet man, Sid,” she said and brushed her swollen lips against his one more time.
Sid grimaced. “You’re the only one that’s ever said that to me,” he laughed. “I’m not a nice man, Sabrina. Remember that,” he cautioned. “And soon enough, you’ll understand that and what I want from you.”
Chapter 5
The next few days were awful.
She’d never worked so hard in all her life. The crowds were enormous and enthusiastic and Sabrina was proud of the success of the car event. But even as the event was underway, she was working on the final details of the New Years Eve bash.
To make matters worse, Sid was constantly calling her into his office, requesting meetings with her and her team and basically working her into a nervous frenzy. The meetings were generally about budgets and what to expect for the New Year’s Eve party. But in addition, she had to provide budgets herself on what she wanted to do for the next several months and he wanted more elaborate events, different speakers and he gave her the goal of coming up with bigger and more extravagant events for the beginning of the summer.
Throughout each meeting or encounter, she kept glancing at Sid, wondering what he had been talking about that last night together. What was she supposed to understand? She wished he would give her a clue but he was extremely professional at all times. Sabrina wished she could remain as aloof as he was but her mind kept remembering all the times she’d been in his arms and the desire pooled low in her stomach, making her ache and shiver and lose track of the conversation. And her mind would wander next to the one time he’d allowed her to kiss him, touch him, feel him to her heart’s content. He’d been so controlled that night and she’d reveled in the freedom to explore. But it had only been kisses, she reminded herself. He hadn’t touched her other than around her waist and back, his hands never straying to any other part of her body like they had out on the cliff.
To compound the increased work load, after each meeting, Sid asked to speak to her. Once everyone left, Sid pulled her into his arms and kissed her senseless. Sabrina, who had been thinking about him doing just this thing since the start of the meeting, was stunned for the first few seconds. Once the shock had worn off, she fell into the kiss whole heartedly, dropping the papers from her hands so she could reach up and wrap her arms around his neck, let her fingers touch his hair and enjoy the mind-numbing kiss.
That day set the tone for the next four. She was frantically busy but somehow Sid found ways to see her alone. Each time, the kisses went slightly further. First, he would touch her waist and slide his hands up her rib cage. The next encounter, his hand covered her breast through the fabric of her shirt. Each time, he took it further, Sabrina was left shivering with need. By the end of the week, she was almost frantic for a conclusion to what he was doing to her.
On the late afternoon of New Year’s Eve, she felt as if she finally had herself under control. She’d avoided Sid the previous day and so far, she’d been successful at doing the same thing today. That had left her with a brain that was working, at least. She was walking through the lobby with her clip board in her hand, checking off the various tasks that had to be accomplished by the time the party started. So far, it seemed that everything was under control. She had just enough time to hurry back to her office and change into her evening gown before the ballroom doors were scheduled to open for the big gala.
Her cell phone rang and she answered it automatically, wondering what catastrophe had just happened. But it wasn’t someone from her staff. It was Sid’s deep voice asking, “What are you wearing to the New Year’s Eve party tonight?”
“Wearing?” she asked, dumbfounded as shivers of excitement raced along her body, ending in her stomach where butterflies instantly started dancing. She stopped where she was, right in the middle of the lobby, trying to concentrate on his words.
She heard his deep chuckle. “Yes. As much as I’d like to see you in nothing at all, I don’t want the rest of the world to see you that way at the party,” he said. “Did you have something special picked out?”
His comment made a blush form on her cheeks and she smiled, a hand coming to touch her overheated skin. “No, nothing special,” she said. “I was only going to wear my black dress.”
“Not good enough,” he said and she could hear him shuffling some papers on his desk. “Come up to my office in five minutes and make a new selection.” Without another word, he disconnected the line.