Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [53]
And then there had been the way she had taken him into her mouth. What she’d lacked in skill she had made up in enthusiasm. Just thinking about what she did and how she’d done it made his shaft even more engorged and sent a rush of desire racing through his body.
Leaving his office he went into his bedroom and began stripping off his clothes deciding what he needed more than anything before coming face-to-face with Natalie was a cold shower. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have any control and would be tempted to try to seduce her for another day and night of pleasure as soon as he set eyes on her.
A short while later, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a huge velour towel to dry off. He heard the sound of her moving around right outside his bedroom door and wondered what she would think if she were to see him just as he was. He wouldn’t shock her with his nakedness but would come close. With just a towel wrapped tightly around his middle, he crossed the room and flung the door open.
The woman let out a scream.
It wasn’t Natalie. Collecting his wits, he ducked behind his bedroom door, cracking it open with just enough space to talk through it. She was still screaming and he knew he had to take hold of the situation by first calming the woman down. He could just imagine what she was thinking seeing a half-naked man suddenly appear.
“Would you please calm down, lady? I live here,” he said with a little irritation in his voice. The woman appeared to be in her late fifties. Where the hell was Natalie?
“You’re Mr. Steele?” she asked once she’d finally stopped screaming.
“Yes, I’m Mr. Steele.”
“Sorry that I screamed like that but you scared me half to death. The agency said you would be at work.”
Donovan knew that in all essence there was no reason for him not to be at work. He had worked at home last Friday with the clear intent of seducing Natalie. Now that he’d slept with her there was no reason for him not to have gone into the office today. But deep down he knew there was a reason. He had deliberately stayed home with the sheer purpose of seducing her again. Sleeping with her hadn’t gotten her out of his system.
“I decided to work at home today. And where is my regular cleaning lady?” he asked, annoyed.
“Ms. Darwin hurt her ankle, sir.”
Out of respect for the woman’s age, he tried not rolling his eyes. She was old enough to be his mother. It was bad enough she’d seen him undressed, and now she was referring to him as sir. Natalie was going to pay dearly for this little fiasco. “I’m aware of that,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. The woman had been frightened enough. “I’m talking about the woman who’s cleaned this place for the past two weeks. I believe she’s Ms. Darwin’s niece.”
“I don’t know. I’m new. I was told to come here today. Is there a problem, sir?”
“No, there isn’t a problem.” At least not with you. But I will deal with Natalie Ford. She will pay dearly for this, especially since I told her I didn’t want another housekeeper.
“Please continue your cleaning,” he said, plastering a smile on his face. “I’m going to get dressed, and I’ll be out of your way shortly.”
“Yes, sir.”
He closed the door. If Natalie thought she’d seen the last of him then she had another thought coming.
Placing a client’s file aside, Natalie reached out and answered the phone on the desk. “Special Touch Housekeeping Agency.”
“You’ve underestimated me, Natalie.”
Natalie pulled in a deep breath. She recognized the deep, husky voice and knew the identity of the man on the other end of the call. And he didn’t sound like a happy camper. “Is there