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"What’s the weather like in Chicago?"
Gillian closed her eyes and soaked in the richness of his voice. Whenever she listened to Connor O’Riordan talk it sent shivers down her spine...the good kind.
"It’s turned a lot colder these last few days. We had some snow last night," she said while doodling on the notepad on her desk. He was her last sales call of the day.
Save the best to last.
"Yeah, we’ve had some too but nothing that stuck around for long."
She wondered if he’d taken her call in his office. Gillian imagined him sitting at the desk, leaning back in the leather chair that most people would have thrown out or donated, but he’d told her he’d hung onto it because it had belonged to both his dad and his grandpa. His cowboy boot-clad feet were probably resting on it...hat, also cowboy, pushed back away from his forehead.
"So when are you coming back here to show me all the new drugs you have for my animals?" he asked.
The sexy voice had jolted her out of that train of thought.
"It won’t be until after the New Year. Jensen Pharmaceuticals has cut back on trips for all its sales reps."
"Shit, this bad economy...not even a pretty lady can pay me as many visits these days, damn."
She laughed. Biggest flirt and flatterer she’d ever met. Had been since the first time she’d introduced herself to him two years ago. Not that she didn’t love all the attention he bestowed upon her. She’d thought he was like that with all women until she’d taken him out for a meal on the company’s expense and he hadn’t batted an eyelid at one lady all evening. A few, including the female bartender at the restaurant, had been drop-dead gorgeous but he’d kept his eyes and attention only on Gillian the whole time they’d dined together.
She put her fingers on her lips.
Connor had kissed her on the last visit to his ranch. She’d been packing away the new vaccines she’d been showing him when he’d grabbed her, pulled her in close to his body and his very hard and ready-for-action cock had pushed into her belly. She hadn’t found it inappropriate because the sexual tension between them had been brewing for well over a year. She knew it and he’d obviously sensed it too.
It had been oh so tempting to get lost in the moment and take things to the next stage. Gillian had imagined him picking her up, carrying her to his ranch house, them ripping off one another’s clothes, kissing non-stop as they headed up to the bedroom. The only thing that had prevented that from happening was the image of Davey, Gillian’s boyfriend of three years, popping into her head as Connor eased his tongue into her mouth. She very gently pulled away so as not to offend him. She hadn’t been tactful just because he was her best customer but because he was an all-around nice guy and she had a soft spot for him.
"You’re thinking about him... I mean, your boyfriend, aren’t you?" he’d asked as he’d stroked the edge of her cheek with his pinkie as they’d gazed into one another’s eyes after the kiss.
"Yeah, I’m afraid to say I’m not the type of woman who cheats."