“Not here, baby.” Luke assured her and she felt a smidgen of relief course through her. She wasn’t ready for any public displays to this extreme. “But first, let’s take a look at my office.”
The way he said the words, he could have been telling her in intimate detail all of the things he wanted to do to her. His deep baritone caressed her senses and made her sex throb. What was he waiting for? Sierra turned away from the erotic scene in front of her and led him from the room.
“Was it what you thought it would be?”
“Not entirely, no.” She admitted. “I expected more… sex. You know, the way they tell it in books. All of the sexy people, plastered against one another, using toys and all of those things they learned in the Kama Sutra books.”
Luke laughed, and the sexy rumble warmed her. Less than a minute later, they were approaching the door to his office and when she entered, she was stunned by the normality of the room. In fact, she was a little surprised.
For Luke’s house to be so tastefully designed, masculine and inviting, it was hard to associate the man with this type of office. The furniture was bland; the rug was expensive but repulsive and the monstrosity of a desk overwhelmed the entire space. And there weren’t any windows. At all.
Taking a look around, Sierra ventured further into the room, noting the various objects – nothing at all personal – sitting around and wondered who he had hired to do this. Obviously not the same person who designed the hallway or the “playroom” they had just visited. The image of those two people going at it flittered through her mind and heated her skin.
“So, where should we start?” She asked as she tried to focus on the reason she was there.
“Let’s start with the couch.” Luke said, his voice moving closer.
“The couch?” She could go on and on about the couch, but she wouldn’t. Although it appeared the designer intended to do something similar to what Luke’s living room looked like, she’d missed the mark entirely.
“Yes. Let’s start with you sitting on the couch.”
Sierra jerked around to look at him, the raspy tone of his voice sending chills – the good kind – down her spine. He definitely wasn’t talking about sitting down to talk, and the intent expression on his face confirmed it. When she didn’t move, he did. Closer. Until he was almost touching her.
“You wanted to see the club. You saw it. Now I want to see you, Sierra.”
Sierra nodded her head, not knowing what she was nodding for. Apparently her body agreed with where this was going, but her mind was still confused.
“I’ve never liked that couch, so I figure if you get naked and sit on it, I’ll start to like it immensely.”
Strip? Here? But…
Anyone could walk in at any moment. The thought startled her, but it didn’t turn her off like she expected. Knowing that anyone could walk through that door at any time and find her naked in Luke’s office was actually erotic as hell. Which explained her sudden embarrassment. How in the world would she explain a fantasy like that?
“I’m not going to tell you again.” Luke’s voice deepened and his eyes smoldered.
With fumbling fingers, Sierra managed to unbutton the tiny buttons on her blouse, alternating between looking down to see what she was doing and back up into those sexy bedroom eyes peering back at her. The heated look in Luke’s eyes had a way of erasing her inhibitions and making her feel bold. Something she was not used to.
She slipped her shirt down her arms, letting it fall to the floor only because her fingers weren’t working and she wasn’t able to catch it in time. When Luke pulled up a chair, sitting it opposite of the couch, her breath hitched in her chest. He was actually going to watch her.
“Take off your bra.” He ordered as he sat down.
Sierra managed to unclasp the hook, ridding herself of her bra. Her nipples pebbled from the cool air and Luke’s hot glare. Again she fumbled as she unhooked her belt, then moved onto the button and zipper of her slacks. Stepping out of her shoes, she wiggled the slacks down over her hips and then stepped out of them.
Clad only in her panties, Sierra suddenly felt modest standing in Luke’s office, his gaze holding fast on her nearly naked body. If only she could read his mind, she might have some idea of what was in store for her next.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Standing before him in only a pair of lacey boy short panties, Sierra was utter perfection. It didn’t matter if the woman was fully clothed, or completely naked, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He would be content just to sit there and stare at her, but she was beginning to fidget and he knew she was nervous. She ought to be.