That Shannon hadn’t been with anyone but him for years was mind-blowing. And it made him a little crazy. Even after a full night of soul-satisfying sex, he still wanted her. But he wanted more than that. He wanted her wanting him with an equal fervor. His imagination was afire with the possibilities. By the time he arrived in the office the next morning, he’d hatched a devious plan. He got in a little late because he’d had to make a stop at a boutique on Sherman Way. Once in his office, he shut the blinds and waited for her to appear. As soon as he saw her emerging from the lunchroom where she’d been brewing coffee for their upcoming staff meeting, he called her into his office. “Good morning, Tristan,” she said softly as she appeared at his door. Today she wore a crisp jacket with a flirty skirt. “Good morning, Shannon. Please come in and close the door.” She complied, sauntering to his desk, her ubiquitous steno pad in hand. “Did you…want something?” Her smile was mischievous and alluring.
