appearance finally registered in his brain. Oh my god. She’s so beautiful.
She was absolutely nothing like he’d imagined on his walk here. He guessed her to be close to his own age, and strikingly beautiful. And yet, she exuded strength and an air of efficiency that told him she wasn’t a pushover. Her stance was somewhat masculine and he wondered how she’d clawed her way to the top of this mostly male industry.
His eyes travelled the length of her body, taking in the black business pant suit. The severe line of the suit was softened by the filmy cream blouse she wore beneath. It contrasted nicely with her dark brown skin.
She was tall, standing around five-eight based on his initial assessment compared to his own height. She had a slim frame, tiny waist, and full breasts. But it was even more than her chest, he was mesmerized by her luscious rounded hips. When she turned to walk to the conference table, he got a good view of her bum and found he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
For a woman who tried to hide her femininity beneath masculine behavior, she was astoundingly sensual. I wonder if she’s even aware of how gorgeous she is. That ass of hers is…
He swallowed back a groan, this woman was generously endowed enough to make him completely forget his manners. Ter’s eyes followed her, his mouth watering at her graceful glide across the carpet. The way her hips swayed beneath the fabric of her black pants left him craving for more.
When she cleared her throat, he slowly raised his eyes up, widening them when he realized she’d reached the conference table and her mouth had quirked up on one side.
And her eyes – dark chocolate brown, rimmed with long black lashes – concealed a hint of mystery that drew him to her without a prayer to resist. She’d pulled her mahogany brown hair back into a bun so tight it appeared to have been cut close to her head. But rather than detracting from her beauty, it framed her oval face and its high cheekbones perfectly.
When he continued to stand there, frozen, unable to stop staring at her in awe, she cleared her throat once again and presented him with bright white teeth sparkling against her ruby-red, oh so kissable lips.
“You’re staring at me,” she said, raising one of her perfectly rounded black eyebrows.
Terrence felt the blood rushing to his ears and walked towards the table. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually have such bad manners. You took me by surprise.”
“How so?”
“Well, I didn’t expect you to be so young.” The moment the words were out of his mouth, he wished he could shove them back.
Her face hardened as she said, “You think I’m too young for the job? I can tell you–”
Ter realized she was offended and tried to explain himself. “No. I don’t think that at all. I just imagined you as some old lady who had never even heard of rock music, let alone could appreciate it.”
The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. What the heck is going on with me? It wasn’t his normal mode of operation to speak out his thoughts, especially with a stranger. But he was so mesmerized by her innate beauty, it seemed to shortcut his brain and create the urge to tell her everything.
Though she was doing her best to hide her feminine side with her choice of attire and the downplayed makeup, he could see a temperamental and very sensual woman underneath the boxy suit. It showed in her eyes and in the way she moved.
And when she spoke…pure sex. The huskiness in her voice rolled down his skin like honey and he could easily imagine her low, sexy whisper while they lay in bed together…
Her lips tipped up in something similar to a smile and he saw her brilliant white teeth again. Teeth he wanted to feel love-biting into his skin, marking himself as hers.
She cleared her voice again and her dark eyes sparkled with a hint of impatience – and something else – as she said, “Sorry to disappoint you. I happen to like rock