The Proposition Read Free

that looked like a keycard on the table.
“This will let you into the suite. If you choose to leave then you can drop it
off at reception. Fifteen minutes, Megan,” he said softly, and her eyes met his
hooded gaze for a moment before he strode away with casual grace.
    Once
alone, she shoved her fingers into her hair, thinking what the hell. Heath
Mayer had just clinically asked her to join him up in some suite for a fuck.
    She had
no doubt in her mind that was what he wanted. What else could it be?
    Megan
spent the next five minutes just weighing her options. The one thing that stuck
most in her mind was , this wasn’t a game. And she had
a choice. She would leave and there would be no repercussion.
    Only,
perhaps, regrets.
    I want
the cocky bastard, she realized instantly. He’s sexy as hell and I’d fuck him
in a heartbeat. Just like that first time she met him, she knew it went beyond his looks, his money or the corporate power he wielded.
Like some lucky men in the world, he was the type who’d get even the most
beautiful women into his bed whether he was loaded or not. He had sex appeal
and some other indefinable essences mixed in which made it impossible for any
woman to say no to him sexually.
    But
would she do it? Would she be so crazy to fall into Heath Mayer’s net?
    He’d
made it clear that if she declined, then it would be her one and last
opportunity. She’d never get another chance because he’d never ask her again
– ever.
    He
certainly had unorthodox ways of stating his intentions. He obviously wasn’t
one for flowery wooing. What he wanted, he took – or demanded for.
    And now
he was demanding her body. With no strings attached, apparently. Could she
trust him to mean it when he said it wouldn’t matter what choice she made; the
promotion was still hers?
    Only
one way to find out…

 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter
Four
    Megan
was inside the door, backing into it and hearing the
lock click shut behind her with a heart-thudding finality.
    She was
looking straight at him, standing there by the window. It was impossible to
read his expression; there was no hint of triumph or even approval. Just a hungry, dark glint in his eye that was getting even darker
by the second.
    Hardly
breathing, she lifted her hands mid-air in a shrug. “I’m not sure what to do
next,” she said with a slight smile. “This has never happened to me before.”
    “Not to
me, either,” he said, and when he saw her expression, he added, “Trust me
Megan, this is the first time I’ve had to act this way. I’ve never met a woman
that would make me forget every principle or my sense of decorum. You’re the
first who has made me want her so bad I could fuck her where she stood.”
    He
chuckled briefly at the blush which stole off her
cheeks. “That first day we met…it was all I could do not to throw you over my
shoulder and carry you off to Melbourne with me. I’d have fucked you all
through the trip. But today…there’s hardly the time. You’ll be expected back at
the office – and I need to be somewhere in an hour or so. So we’ll have
to make this quick, regrettably. Now, come here.”
    Megan
couldn’t move. It was like she was rooted to the floor. His smile was warm.
“You’ll have to come to me, Megan. Because if I make the
first move, I may be tempted to rip your clothes off. I’m trying to not
act the caveman – not more than I already have, anyway.”
    How
could he have a sense of humor at a time like this, she wondered in surprise.
    But
then her feet were moving. Soon she was standing right in front of him. The air
in the plush hotel suite was virtually crackling with electricity.
    He stood
there, still as a statue. Her eyes were in line with the knot of his dark grey
tie, and for a moment, her gaze was fastened to the strong line of his throat.
She felt a strange pulsating in her core that she’d never felt before. It was
like there was some invisible magic wand on vibrate within her folds, making