Trinity (The Executive's Affair) (3 page)

His lips tickled her ear as he spoke and she suppressed a shudder.
She glared at him, unable to speak for fear of saying something that would result in them either shouting at each other or naked on the floor in a sweaty sex-induced haze.

He straightened and smiled. "It's not for a lack of trying, of course. Would it be easier for you if I were to fire you first?"

"What? No! You can't do that. I need this job."
The nerve of him! Would he really fire her if she didn't agree to go to the charity ball with him?
"Isn't that sexual harassment?" she asked.

"Don't go putting words in my mouth, Ms. Collins. I didn't say I was going to fire you. I simply asked if that would be easier for you. I'm just trying to give you some options. How about I have you transferred to a different floor? That way you wouldn't have to answer directly to me…" he trailed off with
a smirk that really pissed her off.

"You are unbelievable, you know that?"

"So I've been told." He laughed.

She didn't find it the least bit funny.
She really didn't understand why he was so hell bent on getting her into bed again when there were a slew of women who would spread their legs for him in the blink of an eye, no questions asked.

Laszlo leaned against his desk and folded his arms over his chest.
"It's just a simple work related event. That's all."

It was her turn to laugh. "Yeah, that's what you said about the business trip too." Her stomach rumbled and she suddenly felt very lightheaded. Great. That's all she needed to do was throw up all over his floor. She sat.

He sat in the chair beside her and put his hand on her back. "Are you all right? You don't look so well."

"I'm fine
." She shrugged his hand off and stood. "I'll go with you on one condition."

"What?"

"This is strictly professional. No funny business, Laszlo, I mean it."

"Okay, deal," he said and she knew he was having a hard time keeping the smile from his face.
Damn him!
"Do you have a dress?"

"Yes, I have plenty of dresses." She rolled her eyes. "Now, if we're done here, I have work to do. My boss is a real tyrant."

He laughed. "Yes, that'll be all, Ms. Collins. Thank you."

She left his office with a smile, reluctant to admit just how excited she was to be attending the charity ball with him. It unsettled her that Laszlo hadn't once tried to touch her or kiss her. Granted, it's what she said she wanted, but it still bothered her a little. It would've been nice to feel his strong body pressed against her, his soft lips on her skin, his skilled hands caressing and fondling her in the most intimate of places.
Man, what is wrong with me?
Ever since she'd had sex with Laszlo it's like she couldn't get enough. She couldn't count the times she'd masturbated while she'd been out of work. It was like she'd gone from a healthy respect of sex to a raging nymphomaniac. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she returned to her desk, sat, and looked at the stacks of work she had to do. Her mind was so preoccupied she knew she was going to be absolutely useless for the rest of the day.

Trinity sat at her desk and tried not to stare at Laszlo's closed office door. Three days had passed since he had called her in to see him and she was going nuts.
What the hell was he doing in there?
Granted, she'd told him to back off, but damn it, she hadn't expected him to listen. That's now how he operated. If he wanted something, he got it. Maybe he didn't want her anymore. The thought made her stomach flop and her heart sink. She shouldn't have pushed him away. No. You know it was the right thing to do. Getting involved with her boss any more than she already had been was a bad idea. Her mind wandered to that night…the feel of his lips on hers, his hands on her body, the way his voice had sounded when he whispered to her. She felt her face getting warm.
Knock it off!

She seriously didn't know what was wrong with her lately, but she was horny
all
the time. In the past, in between relationships, she'd gone weeks, sometimes months at a time without sex and never once thought twice about it. What changed recently she had no idea. All she knew was that it was severely affecting her ability to concentrate on anything. Her mind was always thinking about having sex—and not just sex, but sex with Laszlo. Trinity propped her elbows on her desk, dropped her head into her hands, and groaned.
This is so bad. I'm so screwed.

The charity ball was in two days. How the hell was she going to spend an entire evening with him and not jump his bones every chance she got? Maybe she could get out of
going, tell him she was sick. It would be a total lie. Her stomach had still been acting funny. One minute the mere mention of food made her throw up and the next minute she was so damn hungry she ate everything in sight. Last night, for dinner, she'd eaten a bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, a chocolate milkshake, a stack of peanut butter cookies, and a hot fudge sundae. Thinking about it now made her feel nauseous.

Taking a deep breath she smoothed her hands down her hair and stretched her neck.
Think, Trinity. You can figure this out.
Okay, if she went to the ball with Laszlo she would end up in bed with him. Of that she was certain. She was also certain that having sex with him again was a bad idea. If she told him today or tomorrow that she still wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go, he could find another date. That thought made her pause--Laszlo taking another woman, touching her, kissing her, and knowing him, sleeping with her—no way in hell was Trinity going to allow that to happen. That meant she'd have to wait until the last minute, call him an hour or so before the ball, tell him she was too sick and couldn't go. But then that meant he'd have to go alone and she knew how important this event was to him. Man, had she really backed herself into a corner this time.

At that moment Laszlo's office door opened and he emerged looking like
the perfect replica of a male model, just like he always did. He stopped at Sarah's desk and set a pile of folders in front of her. Then he came toward Trinity. The enticing scent of his cologne reached her before he did. Since she's been sick, his cologne is the one smell that doesn't make her want to vomit. Laszlo stopped in front of her desk and she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. Sweet Lord that smile. It made her insides turn to mush. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cstary."

"Ms. Collins." He nodded.
"Do you have a few moments so that we can discuss the itinerary for Saturday night?"

"Yes, of course." Finally, she thought, he's going to ask me to go to his office.

"Good. I'm heading out for a meeting. Walk with me?"

Trinity stifled a disappointed sigh and stood. "Sure." Silently they walked to the elevators and got in.
As soon as the doors slid shut, Laszlo pushed her against the wall and crushed his mouth over hers. She allowed her body to meld to his, her fingers coursed through his hair, and she moaned. His tongue darted around in her mouth, exploring, probing, and tasting every inch.
God he tasted good.
His body felt like heaven against hers.

Laszlo kept her pinned between him and the wall and abruptly pulled away from the kiss. He looked at her with those piercing eyes of his. "You're not pushing me away."
He sounded shocked and confused.

She shook her head. "No, I'm not."

"Why?"

Because I want to fuck you senseless,
is what she wanted to say. But she refrained. She really had no idea how to answer that question. She shrugged.

"Have you changed your mind about us?"

"Us?" She laughed. "I didn't realize there was an 'us'."

"There could be if you'd stop pushing me away."

"You're the one who has been avoiding me all week."

"This is why I'm avoiding you, Trinity.
" Laszlo took her hand and put it on his crotch. "I haven't had sex with anyone since the night I was with you and I'm ready to explode. I knew if I called you into my office I'd end up bending you over my desk and fucking you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk out afterwards."

Her breath caught in her throat at the visual image his words just invoked. She wanted that. She wanted to feel him inside of her again. Trinity loved the feel of his erection filling out the front of his pants. She massaged him with a
firm gentleness and he groaned, bringing his mouth back down over hers. His hand, which had been on her hip, coursed up her body and stopped on her breast, holding it in his palm and kneading it. The touch sent a bolt of fire through her body that erupted between her thighs. "Laszlo," she whispered.

"Fuck, Trin, I want you so much." He dragged his mouth from her lips, down her jaw, and to her neck.

The elevator slowed and came to a stop. Laszlo backed away from her and cleared his throat as the doors opened. Several people from the first floor piled inside, each one giving Laszlo a greeting and a smile. Trinity was having a hard time catching her breath and calming her racing heart. It was mildly irritating the way Laszlo seemed to go from a horny groping lover to a calm, cool, and collected executive. He turned to Trinity. "We'll finish this later," he said before exiting the elevator.

She swore she held her breath the entire way ba
ck upstairs and to her desk, exhaling only once she was seated. A smile formed on her face. At least she knew he still wanted her. She decided to go to the charity ball with him--and to have sex with him once more--but only once more. Then she'd distance herself from him, give her two weeks' notice, and move on. She'd been here too long anyway. Staying for any longer would surely lead Jason straight to her and she couldn't risk that. Trinity took a deep breath, satisfied with the fact that she had a plan in place.

Laszlo paced back and forth in front of the sliding glass doors in his kitchen. He was bored. He'd considered going for a swim in his pool, but it hadn't been cleaned since Monday. He made a mental note to call the pool company and find out why the hell they hadn't sent someone out this week. He walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a cold beer. Twisting the top off and throwing it across the room into the trash can he took a long pull from it. His gaze settled on the hot tub out on his porch. The hot water would feel really good tonight. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to actually go get in it. He hated sitting in that damn thing alone. It would be so much better if he had someone to share it with…no, not someone, Trinity.

He blew out a breath. That woman had gotten under his skin. It drove him nuts. Laszlo Cstary did not chase women, but that's exactly what he was doing with Trinity. She was making h
im work for it, too. No matter what she said or how many times she said, he knew without a doubt that she wanted him. Why the hell wouldn't she just give in to him? She was on the verge today. He smiled at the memory of how she'd responded to him in the elevator earlier. God, she'd been so hot. His dick twitched.
Great!
Now on top of being bored he was horny too.
Fucking perfect!

Laszlo put his beer in the sink and snatched his cell phone from the counter. He scrolled through his contact list until he found Trinity's number, but hesitated calling her. It was almost
midnight. Chances were good that she was sleeping. He huffed and put his phone down. It sucked not getting what he wanted. It was a foreign concept to him and he decided rather quickly that he didn't like it one bit. Well, at least he'd convinced her to go to the charity ball with him. He had every intention of bringing her back here after and making love to her all damn night. Christ, his dick was so fucking hard. He reached into his boxer shorts and touched himself. Closing his eyes, he pictured Trinity and how she'd looked with her lips wrapped around his cock. "Oh, god," he groaned and stroked himself faster until he came. It relieved some of the frustration but he was still horny as fuck. He looked around and couldn't stop the laugh that escaped from him. So, this is what he's been reduced to—jerking off in his kitchen because he can't have the woman he wants.
To hell with that!
Things were going to change and soon. 

***

Laszlo arrived at the office the next morning to find Trinity in his office waiting for him.
The day was off to a good start
, he thought. "Ms. Collins," he said with a nod and a smile as he closed the door and went to sit behind his desk. "Is there something I can do for you?" There were a lot of things he wanted to do to her and he hoped to hell that she was about to suggest a few of them. She folded her hands in her lap and looked at him pointedly. She had that look in her eyes again—the same look she'd given him when she told him they couldn't be together. He tried to prepare himself for whatever it was she was about to say.

"I gave HR my two weeks' notice and I just wanted to tell you personally."

He hadn't expected that. His jaw dropped and he felt both fear and anger seep into his pores.
She was quitting? Over his dead body!
Although, if she wasn't an official employee he could pursue her more freely—then again, if she wasn't working here, he'd have no way of knowing where she was. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat. "Why? Are you unhappy with your job here? Your salary?"