An Heiress For The Bear (Sarkozy Brothers 2) (7 page)

Kat frowned. This man seemed to have trust issues. Or was she just naive?

She sighed. "Okay. Let me speak to him. I won't tell him any details. I'll... expand on the whole helping-with-living-expenses thing."

Lukas nodded. "Thanks for understanding." He got to his feet and leaned over her to point at the contract. "We have to decide on the timing of the payments."

His breath trailed across her neck, and she wanted to run. But she forced herself to stay put and nod. "I'm pretty certain he'd do whatever you found most convenient."

Lukas nodded, then grabbed a pen and hovered it over the paper. "So split into four and paid once every quarter?" Kat shook her head and watched as he made a note on the contract, having missed her denial.
 

She cleared her throat. "Not split into four. That's the payment per quarter."

Lukas's hand stilled over the paper, the veins across the top of his wrist growing prominent as he tensed. Kat had to force herself to draw her gaze away from his hand, with its tanned skin, and the sprinkling of hair at the top of his wrists.

She cleared her throat and turned to look at him as he asked, "Are you sure?"

He was inches from her now, and Kat was beginning to wonder how she managed to get herself into these situations where Lukas was concerned.

A
GAIN
L
UKAS
FOUND
HIMSELF
INCHES
from her delectable lips, and he wasn't about to stop himself.

Kat sucked in a breath, and her lips quivered as he closed in.

Lukas's fingers curled around her neck as he claimed her lips. The kiss was full and passionate, his tongue delving deep. She trembled, breathing hard, shivering against him, kissing him back as if starved.

Somehow she had risen to her feet, somehow their arms were around each other, the kiss taking control of them. His hand went to her waist, rising higher, closing over her breast. Even through the fabric of her silk blouse, he could feel her swell beneath his fingers, strain against his hand as if she wanted more.

Her hands went to his chest, running over his shoulders as she pulled him close.

When had it ever been this good with a woman? Lukas thought.

This was insane and unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

He pressed against her, his desire clear from the hard-on that ground against the vee between her legs. She was pressing back just as eagerly, the silky fabric of her suit pants hiding nothing from him. He took two steps back, taking her with him as he sank to the sofa. Kat came with him, landing on his lap, straddling him.

She was perfect.

He unbuttoned her blouse, his hand nudging the lacy bra aside as his fingers closed over her bare breast. With his other hand, he grabbed her hip and pulled her hard against him. His erection was pressed up against her heat, as close as he could possibly get without taking off all their clothes.

She let out a soft moan, and as he bent to claim her bared nipple, his cellphone rang.

Kat flew off his lap, her fingers fumbling for her buttons as he cancelled the call from Marek. He'd phone him back after he was done with Kat.

He followed her as she stepped back, kissing her lips as he breathed hard against her soft mouth. She leaned in, kissing him back even as she continued to button herself up.

"I can't do this," she said as he pressed his lips to her neck, biting down on her skin as he nipped a line back to her mouth.

"Why not? You like it," he said as he claimed her mouth again.

She gasped, then let out a groan as he bit softly on her tongue. "I don't even like you." He slid his hand around her waist, cupping her ass and squeezing hard, bringing her to crash against him, to feel his arousal.

"You don't like me?" he whispered against her ear, shifting his hand between her legs. He squeezed, the pressure making her cry out and arch against his palm. "I like the way you don't like me."

Someone passed outside the boardroom door, and Kat stiffened, moving out of Lukas's reach. Her lips were swollen, her buttons done up all wrong.

"This shouldn't have happened," she whispered.

She looked so lost that Lukas strode toward her. With the table behind her, she had nowhere to go. "Whatever happened was because we both liked it. Nothing to be regretful about." He dropped his hands to her blouse and began to unbutton her. "You're done up all wrong."

She brushed his hand off. "I can manage."

"I'm sure you can, but since I was the one who got them undone in the first place, I think I owe it to you to make it right."

As he redid the buttons, his knuckles brushed against her nipples, making her gasp. But she didn't step away. She was breathing hard as he did the top button, and when he looked into her eyes, he knew he could get lost in them.

But the boardroom wasn't the place.

She stepped out of his grasp.

"I think... this shouldn't happen again," she said softly as she grabbed the files and put them together. "I don't trust you."

Lukas frowned. "What did I do to deserve that?"

Kat glared at him. "Not what you did. What your damned brother did."

"I don't have a brother."

Kat shook her head sharply. "Fine, your cousin then. Marek Sarkozy is a pig, and I'm not sure that trait doesn't run in your veins too."

"Marek?" Lukas asked. "Did Marek do something to you?" He wasn't sure how he'd handle it if she said yes.

Kat laughed. "Not to me. To Carson. He broke her goddamned heart, and she won't tell me why."

"You know Carson?" Lukas asked, taking a step away from Kat, his skin going a little grey.

Kat nodded. "Yes, she's my roommate and my best friend. The past few weeks have been awful. The woman is broken, and Marek did that."

Lukas shook his head. "I'm really sorry about Carson. I had no idea you knew her." There was an odd tone in his voice that brought Kat's head up sharply.

"Why? Would you have stayed away had you known?" His eyes widened, but she didn't care if she'd misunderstood. "Maybe you should just stay away from me. It's safer that way, because right now, I don't trust anyone with the name Sarkozy."

Lukas just stood there, feeling a little shell-shocked. And Kat looked supremely grateful. He didn't say anything as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"I'll have a look at the papers and make the necessary changes. You'll have them tomorrow."

Lukas nodded. "I'm heading out to see..." He'd almost mentioned Marek's name then thought it best not to. "I'll be out of the office tomorrow. I'll only be back late. Remember the documents are for our eyes only. Don't leave them on my desk. I'll come to you if I get back too late."

Kat nodded and flung the door open before disappearing into the corridor.

Lukas shook his head. His brain must be failing him. Had he really just said that to a woman who'd told him she wanted nothing to do with him? But what scared him the most was that he'd meant it in more ways than one.

He would go to her if he had to.

K
AT
SLAMMED
THE
DOOR
TO
her apartment, completely forgetting about disturbing Carson.

She was so mad. Mad with Lukas, yes, but she was more angry with herself than anything. She'd totally lost control with Lukas.

Just one touch from him had been enough. She'd had to struggle to keep her damn panties on. She shook her head. What the hell was wrong with her? This wasn't like her to lose it over a guy. All her life she'd held herself aloof from men and romance.

And what Lukas was doing to her was not acceptable.

Knowing about Marek, and the fact that Lukas was her boss, Kat hadn't wanted to get involved with him, and yet, she'd let him kiss her and touch her. How was she supposed to keep this whole anonymous donor farce going if she kept this up?

And how was she supposed to face him in the office again? All those sounds she'd made when he'd touched her in places that still ached for him... Kat's cheeks were red as she stormed into the kitchen. Carson was awake and sitting at the kitchen counter, reading a novel and poking at a plate of scrambled eggs.

"Hey, babe," Kat said as she dropped her briefcase on the table and sank down beside her friend. Her hair had that glossy, oily, unwashed look that wasn't very flattering, and Kat lifted a gunky strand, giving it a pointed look.

"Yeah, I know." Carson gave her a faint smile and batted Kat's hand away. "This is what you get for falling for a guy like Marek."
 

"Mmm... That's exactly what I'm afraid of," mumbled Kat, her breasts tightening at the thought of a different Sarkozy doing delicious things to her body.

"Huh?" Carson eyebrows rose.

Kat waved her off. "Nothing. I'm just being silly. Too much on my mind."

"So you're definitely throwing money at the firm?" asked Carson, her voice neutral now. Kat knew that it meant the discussion was not to enter personal territory. And she was completely happy with that.

Kat nodded. "Yup. It's a great cause. Better than I thought it would be, in fact. I'm pretty impressed."
 

"That sounds comforting. At least you know your money is going to a worthy cause."

She couldn't have found a better place to sink her money if she'd spent a lifetime looking. What were the chances that she'd be working in the very place that would be best for her money? Kind of odd to donate it to one's employer, but she wasn't complaining.

Kat grinned. "Don't you mean Grandfather's money?" she said impishly.

"I'm assuming he'd turn in his grave?" Carson pushed back her dark curls and got to her feet, grimacing at the cold remains on her plate.

Kat let out a bark of laugher. "He'd come back to haunt me if he ever got wind of it." Carson laughed at that as she took her plate to the sink. "Hey, what do you say we go rent a sappy movie and get some takeout?"

"Netflix?" Carson grinned as she headed for the remote.
 

"Indian?"

Carson nodded, and they settled into their usual relaxing routine as Kat ordered while Carson hunted down an old version of Pride and Prejudice.

Kat left thoughts of paperwork for later, wanting a respite from the tumult of her emotions, however brief.