Deceive 2 (Book 2 of the Deceive series) Read Free Page A

the job. Maybe he will talk his sister out of hiring me.
    “Don’t be nervous.” He smiles against my skin. “You are more than qualified for the position. But once I’m your boss…” His mouth slides over my jaw, up my chin and lands softly on my mouth. “I can’t do this.”
    I groan lightly as his lips brush against mine, tantalizing my delicate skin and torturing me. He doesn’t press down for a kiss. Instead, he softly sweeps his velvety lips back and forth, ever so gently over mine like a secret whisper between us. I’m frozen in place, my eyes closed as the sensation of his delicious mouth electrifies my sex. I moan, wanting to push my tongue into his mouth and taste him. My lips part just enough so that the heat of his breath mingles with mine.
    “If you want more…” His words tickle my lips. “You will have to initiate it.”
    I am just about to show him how much more I want when the bell dings and the door opens to the lobby. He quickly pushes away from me and the only thing the crowd hovering around the elevator sees is me trembling against the wall.
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    M arissa knight won’t stop talking . She shuffles papers left and right, obscuring the desk that was conspicuously tidy during my interview.
    In two weeks’ time, I have quit my job at Embassy, officially taken on a Seattle residence, and started my job at Knight Hotel.
    And not once in that time have I spoken to Marcus Knight.
    I received a respectful bouquet of orchids when I arrived at my new home, along with a card that read, “Welcome to the Knight team. I look forward to our future together.” I left a message on his voicemail thanking him for the thoughtful gesture. Other than that, all communication between Marcus and I has been through Marissa. I have no way of knowing if that is just a coincidence or by his insistence. I fear every time she calls me that it will to tell me I can take my whoring ass back to Embassy, but instead I am repeatedly surprised by the kindness in her voice. Either Marcus hasn’t told his sister about our previous tryst, or she doesn’t care.
    I can’t stop thinking about what he said. He made it clear that if I wanted something more between us, it would be up to me to take the lead. I wake every night in a sweat, my thighs trembling as I remember his touch, and all I want is to reach out to him, to continue what we started. But how can I do that now that he’s my boss? And yet, how will I be able to work with someone I can’t stop thinking about?
    I was tempted to turn down the job at first. Though, on a professional level, I know it would have been the worst mistake of my life. I decided that I would not let one man deter me from a successful, profitable future. I deserve this job. I worked my ass off for this job. They are lucky to have me . So no, I will not let “ Mr. Chivalry, a.k.a. best fuck I ever had ” take this away from me. I can be professional. I can keep my panties on.
    “I’m sorry?” I say as I emerge from my daze to find Marissa staring at me.
    “I asked if you received an email yet from Mr. Gladstone.”
    I fumble with my phone, my cheeks flushing as I search my inbox.
    She makes a quick note on a post-it as she says, “Personally, I think web designers are a dime a dozen, but Marcus swears by this man’s work, said he did the site for Opal Hotel, which we all know is our biggest competitor.” She picks up a stack of papers and starts rummaging through them, a deep creviced scowl on her forehead. “I don’t see why we would want to have the same man design our website that designed our rival’s. If word gets back to Opal, they will think we are just shadowing them, when we all know that Knight Hotel has the opulence to dominate them. It’s Opal that constructed their hotel to look like ours. Let’s not forget that.” She sighs and drops the remaining papers on the desk.
    “Can I help you find something?” I offer. What looks like the remnants of a tornado, but in