She stared at the door, mouth agape. What the hell just happened? The game wasn't supposed to turn out his way; it was her game after all.
With her body already on sensory overload; she didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or cry.
"Well Dani girl, you've done it this time," she said to herself.
She flashed back to the first time she saw him. New to the job, but without the requisite first day jitters.
He looked and moved like a warrior, a throwback from another age, she had thought at the time. All rough edges and hard angles, a man who knew who he was and where he was going.
He owned the space around him. He didn't conform to his environment; the environment conformed to him. A combination of power and arrogance, and the innate intelligence to precisely wield both like sharpest of swords, was a sexy, heady, aphrodisiac for her. That much self-assurance attracted her like a bee to a flower; it also presented a challenge to her own feminine ego that she couldn't resist.
He wasn't handsome in the traditional sense. Brown hair that curled if he didn't keep it cut short, which he did. Light brown eyes, which seemed able to cut right through her with only a glance. Long well defined fingers and hands, more suited to manual labor than office work.
And his mouth, the first time she touched his full firm lips she knew he was the one.
The Male to her Female, her perfect match. If only she could make him realize that as well.
Dani sat in one of the chairs, might as well make good use of the time she thought.
She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. Doing all the things to her body that she had thought of over the past year. All the things that he would do, she corrected silently. Maybe she shouldn't have pushed him so hard.
But Christ, she thought even when he reached his limit, he had still kept total control of himself, and now of her.
