Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [39]
Donovan checked his watch. He would concentrate on work for a while, and then his full focus and attention would shift to Natalie.
Natalie was on her knees in the master bathroom, scrubbing the tile around the shower when she heard the door open to the office where Donovan had been sequestered for the past two hours.
She hoped if he was headed downstairs he wouldn’t enter his bedroom but would keep moving down the stairs. She only had his bedroom left to clean and much preferred that he wasn’t around while she did so, considering he’d found her asleep in his bed the last time she cleaned in here.
She listened to the steady footsteps and knew the moment he had entered the room and was standing there, in the open doorway, staring down at her. She might be imagining things, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze on her backside. So, let him look if that’s what he wanted to do. She would just ignore him.
She tried. However, when seconds ticked into minutes and he didn’t say anything, she shifted around, leaned back on her haunches and looked up at him. “Did you want something?”
She realized her mistake too late. The darkening of his eyes told her she was asking the one question better left unanswered. He evidently didn’t agree and responded, “Yes.”
Natalie swallowed deeply. She could just imagine what he wanted. The way he was looking at her said it all, but she knew the polite thing to do was to ask anyway, just in case she was wrong. After all, he was the client. “And how can I help you?” She grimaced thinking that question didn’t sound much better.
“You can start off by getting off the floor. Does it really take all of that?” he asked.
His response wasn’t what she expected, and she rolled her eyes, while at the same time trying to ignore how sexy he looked leaning in the doorway. “You’re paying for cleaning services,” she stated.
Donovan frowned. She didn’t have to remind him, yet he still thought it didn’t take all of that. He thought of how she’d looked on her knees with her backside tooted up in a cute way toward him. A tingle of desire had oozed through his stomach as if he hadn’t been filled with wanting her already. It had been like adding kerosene to a flame already out of control when he thought about all the things he would like to do to that behind.
“Mr. Steele?”
His thoughts were pulled back at the sound of her voice. Then he concentrated on what she’d just called him. “You’re starting that back up?”
“Starting what back up?”
“Calling me Mr. Steele.”
“That’s your name,” she said, getting to her feet and pulling off the plastic gloves and tossing them into the trash can before washing her hands.
“For you, it’s not. I’m Donovan. I thought we had straightened that issue out on Friday.”
She dried her hands. “Had we?”
“I was certain that we had,” he said, watching her put his cleaning supplies back under the cabinet and appreciating how she bent over to do so. He glanced around and sniffed the air. The placed looked clean and smelled good.
“Then I guess it’s gone back to being business as usual,” she said smartly, coming to a stop in front of him and tilting her head back to look up at him.
He wanted to show her just how wrong she was by pulling her into his arms and kissing that agitated look off her face.
“Excuse me.”
It was then that he realized she needed to get by and expected him to move out of he way. It would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. But all he could think about was that his bed was less than six feet behind him, and he would love to take her over there, strip her naked and then make love to her.
“You want me to move?” he asked, knowing she did but liking her standing in front of him, closer than she even realized. Her scent was sensual and set off a flutter of desire in his stomach. And like Friday night, her hair was pulled back in a cute ponytail with ringlets of curls crowning her face.
On sudden impulse, he reached out,