Slow Seduction (2 page)

She mentally kicked herself for her accidental slip of her tongue. She had to get out of there before she did something to embarrass herself.

Clinton
folded his arms across his chest so he wouldn’t yank Jenisha into his arms and kiss her senseless. She looked so damn delicious in that long, black, polka dot dress. From the way the fabric cupped her high, firm breasts, he wondered if she was even wearing a bra. He didn’t like the thought of her being braless with Principal Kimball not ten feet in front of them.

He had missed the hell out of her and almost would have taken her cold façade seriously but her trembling hand gave away far too much. She’d missed him. He was certain of it. This was going to be best the job of his life. Jenisha wasn’t going to know what hit her.

When it came to something he wanted, he was like his brother
Hayward
. He went after it with everything he had. Right now he wanted Jenisha and he would have her.

“You don’t how much it pleases me to know that you researched my firm. I’m anxious to begin working together. I can tell from looking at you it’s going to be a pleasure.”

Jenisha shot him a cool stare. “I’m sure it’ll be an experience neither one of us will soon forget.” She gave him a once over and then focused her attention back to Principal Kimball.

“If you don’t need me anymore I need to get back to my classroom.” Jenisha hoped she could get away from
Clinton
so she could regroup.

“If we’re finished here, I’d like to walk Jenisha back to her classroom. It would give her a chance to fill me in on the project details.”
Clinton
’s rich voice interrupted shooting her plan of freed to hell.

“Oh, there’s really no need for that. I’m sure
Clinton
has more important things to do than to walk with me,” she cut in.

“I disagree totally, Miss Roman.” Mark chimed in. “I think the time alone will give the two of you a chance to get better acquainted. It might be a good idea if you gave him your phone number and address too.”

Clinton
could barely keep the grin off his face. Shit, why didn’t he think of that first? He sobered quickly when Jenisha flung him another cold glare. Damn, where in the hell was her sense of humor.

“Is that really necessary?” she asked.

Principal Kimball stared at him first him then directed his attention back to Jenisha. He didn’t like the lustful way Mark’s eyes traveled over Jenisha’s body before he looked into her eyes. From the way Jenisha seemed to squirm, she didn’t appreciate the lingering gaze either.

Was there something going on between the two of them that he needed to know about? He spotted a wedding ring on the other man’s hand when he was talking to him earlier. Or was it one-sided? Had Jenisha shut down Principal’s Kimball’s advances and he didn’t know how to take no for an answer?

Clinton
kept all his thoughts to himself. He would have enough time later on to figure out what was going between the sexy woman next to him and her boss.

“Miss Roman, you wanted this project to happen for over a year now. It’s your baby. It’s only fair that Mr. Campbell has a way to contact you in case of an emergency,” Mark snapped.

Clinton
narrowed his eyes at Mark.
Now wait one damn minute
. He didn’t have belittle Jenisha like that in front of him. Where in the hell were this guy’s manners? He was raised that a man never raised his voice to a woman.

“It’s all right if Jenisha’s doesn’t want me to have the personal information yet. I can talk to her here at the school anytime I need to know anything.”

“No, I don’t mind giving you the information.” Jenisha cut in. “I’ll write it down for you as soon as we get back to my classroom.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s all settled.” Mark commented, picking a pen off his desk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have another appointment.”

Clinton
knew when he was being dismissed. “T
hank
s again for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.” Mark only nodded at him before writing something down on the legal pad in front of him.

“After you Miss. Roman,” he looked at Jenisha and gestured toward the office door.

“All right,” Jenisha sighed. She turned away from him and headed toward the door.

Following behind her, his eyes were drawn to the snug fit of the dress pressed against her tight butt. Shit, he couldn’t get over how sexy Jenisha was. He might have a hard time, but he was going to win her over while he was in town.

“Here, let me get that for you.”

Reached past Jenisha he pushed the door open with the palm of his hand.
Clinton
flinched when the hairs on his wrist skimmed across the silkiness of Jenisha’s bare skin. Casting a glance down he saw the wide-eyed expression that crossed Jenisha’s face. He knew without asking that she had felt the same sensations race through her body.

Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered, “Sorry about that, Jenisha.”

Clinton
watched as Jenisha slowly moved her face and brought her full mouth within kissing distance of his. He stamped down his need to kiss her right then and there. She was sending him a passionate challenge that was hard to resist. However, he didn’t want their first kiss to be in front of her boss.

“Don’t worry about it.” She muttered going out the door in front of him.

He placed his hand in the small of Jenisha’s back and escorted her from the office. She tossed him a stunned look over her shoulder but didn’t say anything.

Waiting until they were further down the hall, Jenisha jerked away from his touch in the empty hallway. “What are you doing here? Did you just take this job to torment me?” Her russet colored eyes glared up at him.

Frowning, he reached out and pulled a lock of straightened hair between his fingers. “I like your curls better.” He complained. “They are so much sexier on you.”

He had to fight his overwhelming need to be close to her. Something about Jenisha soothed him making a happiness fill a void that had been empty for years. It was a definite turn-on being this close to her. What would she do if he kissed those plump lips of her. Well, there was only one way to find out.

While he had her distracted,
Clinton
snaked his arm around Jenisha’s waist and crushed her against his chest. “I came here to make you fall in love with me, because I know I fell in love with you the moment I saw you standing in True’s living room.”

Glancing around the hallway, he made sure they were still alone and planted his lips over her cherry red lipstick. He poured all the loneliness he felt into their first kiss. He wanted to wipe every other man from her memory. Jenisha was his, and he wasn’t about to share her with Mark Kimball or any other man at Bryan Elementary.

Clinton
’s talented mouth moved over hers, devouring every common sense in her mind. Jenisha struggled to get away from him. She was at work and needed to set an example. She couldn’t let him take control of her mind and bout like this, it just wasn’t right.

She heard a moan coming from somewhere, but she knew it couldn’t be her. She didn’t moan for a man she barely knew in the middle of the hallway. Jenisha felt
Clinton
’s mouth move to take several quick nibbles at the side of her neck, leaving her mouth burning with fire. Standing on tiptoes, she moved her head to give him better access to her neck.

Lifting his mouth from her neck,
Clinton
brushed a gentle kiss across her forehead. “I knew you would taste good,” he whispered as he moved away from her.

She stepped back and tried to regain her composure. Biting her lips, she looked away from the direct stare of his eyes. She could feel the heat of his gaze on the side of her face, but she refused to look at him.

What was it about this man that made her act this away?
He blew her mind with one innocent kiss in a matter of seconds. What could he do if she fully trusted him?

Turning away from
Clinton
, Jenisha headed for her classroom and shoved his earth shattering kiss to the back of her mind. She had plenty of time to think about it tonight while she was alone in bed.

Shoving his hands into his pants,
Clinton
followed behind Jenisha. He smiled at her retreating and plotted how soon he could steal another kiss from her. He wasn’t satisfied with a short trip to paradise, he wanted a round trip ticket when it came to Jenisha.

Easing from behind the row of lockers, Robin watched
Clinton
walk behind Jenisha toward her classroom. She crumpled up the note she had for him and tossed it in trashcan. “I hate that bitch!” she growled underneath her breath.

There was no way in hell she would allow Jenisha to have someone as affluent and gorgeous as Clinton Campbell. She already hated her for so being so damn beautiful and classy all the time. She couldn’t remember a time Jenisha looked bad at work. Robin bet that Jenisha never had a second hand outfit on her perfect body. She was too much of a spoiled princess for that.

For the past couple of months, she had tried to think of different of ways to get back at Jenisha. Now, after seeing her reaction to
Clinton
, she finally had a plan. After she was finished with her, Jenisha would no longer walk around with a superior attitude of hers. Tossing them one more malicious smile, Robin raced back to the office.

Pausing by some lockers a few doors down from her classroom, Jenisha confronted
Clinton
about what happened. “We need to talk about that kiss. You can’t ever get me in a lip lock like that again.”

His kiss had made her knees weak, and there was no way in hell she was going to let him find that out.
Better to keep him at arm’s length.
It really worried her that he might be the man she had been waiting for her entire life. Damn, it has already been so hard fighting the attention she had for him with hundreds of miles separating them.
How in the hell was she supposed to resist him now? He was going to be in the same town with her for months.

“You’re here to work on the school and nothing else. We aren’t in a relationship and we never will be in one,” she finished, her eyes alive with fire. “Do you understand me?”

Instead of answering her question,
Clinton
reclaimed her lips, crushing her shocked body back to him. Unlike the first kiss that was passionate and a little on the wild side, this kiss was slow and thoughtful. He was taking his time with her like he wanted her to learn the shape and taste of his mouth.

He traced the outline of her lips with the very tip of his tongue. Slipping his tongue inside her mouth,
Clinton
licked her mouth until a soft moan escaped between her lips. He explored her smooth teeth, bringing another deep moan from somewhere deep inside her traitorous body. Somewhere, during all this wonderful kissing, she had lost sense of her surroundings, but
Clinton
hadn’t. Grasping her arms tenderly in his hands, he pushed his aroused body away from hers.

Breathing deeply, he asked, “Baby, are you okay?” Using his fingers, he brushed her soft hair away from her face and stared at her.

Jenisha sucked in a deep breath and blinked hard. The pounding in her ears along with her racing pulse was real. She wasn’t at home having another
Clinton
fantasy in her big lonely bed. “Yes, I’m fine.” She stammered when she finally regained her speaking voice.

“Sexy, don’t over analyze this kiss or the one a few minutes ago. It was a kiss between old friends, not a marriage proposal.” He ran his knuckles along her jaw.
Was there anything about this man that didn’t turn her on?