"Just truth" He leaned against the car and the jut of his hips was like an open invitation. Vivian looked him straight in the eye. "I’m not interested in being one of a long line of willing victims, Scott" she said. He thought that victim was an unusual choice of word. "I’m not as indiscriminate as you seem to imply, Vivian," he said softly."No? So what was all that? And besides, apart from me, when did you last have a lover?" He frowned with memory, and the wry knowledge that, having admitted honesty, he could not now refuse to answer her question. "Months ago. I was seeing this… lady, but I haven't been with her in months." He met her eyes. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell her that she was the reason why he stopped calling Olivia. "Hardly evidence of a man who’s engaged on a mission to seduce every woman in sight—no matter what my reputation. Satisfied, Vivian?" It was an ironic and poor choice of word. Satisfied was the last word she would use to describe herself, not when

She felt him grow hard against her and slid her arm around his waist. "Okay," she said breathlessly."And then maybe we could cook dinner together. And then we can make love again." Idly, he began to stroke at a rosy nipple and felt it spring into instant life. "And then we can coordinate our diaries." Vivian's hand stopped stroking the skin in the small of his back. "Diaries?" she asked stupidly."I want to know when I’m going to see you again." "You'll see me at the office" Vivian replied. He smiled. "It's good to know that you've decided to come back to work, but I didn't mean that. I meant, when am I going to see you like this… out on a date, dinner…. In bed… like this." "We can figure that out as we go, Scott." Vivian replied, "and I'm a bit worried about our situation at the office. Everyone knows about us" "They do?" Vivian frowned at him. "Of course, they do, Scott. You shouldn't have kissed me in front of Collins. Did you really expect him not to tell anyone?" "Not tha

"You're not responsible for his actions and if you don't want to become another version of Bruce, you should find a way to forgive yourself and him too. Do it… not for me, but for yourself…. And maybe Vivian too. Whatever relationship you have with her, you don't want to have any kind of hate in your heart. It eats you up from inside and before you realize it, you have no emotions and no boundaries left. I'm not sure that's the kind of man Vivian or any woman would want to be with"—------------Coordinating their diaries.It wasn’t the most romantic way to begin a relationship, though Vivian supposed that it was the practical way, particularly because of the fact that he was still her boss. Sometimes she didn't quite believe that she was actually doing this. Dating the boss. "I’m going to be pretty tied up next week, so I won't be coming to the office" he had said as he’d bent his head to kiss her goodbye at her apartment. "But I’ll call you." And immediately she was catapulted int

It had been weeks since people got to know about Vivian and Scott, and Vivian was starting to get used to the looks and whispers from people about it. Thankfully, just like all gossip, it was getting old and people weren't talking about it as much. So she was having an affair with her boss, she wasn't the first person and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Scott on the other hand didn't seem to care at all about it. But why should he? He was rich, powerful, and he was the boss. No one could say anything to his face if they wanted to keep their job, and honestly, as Vivian continued to spend time with him, she realized that he wasn't the kind of person who cared what people thought about him so it didn't even matter. At times she wished she could be that way. It would make things easier for her. Especially now, as she joined Betty, Linda, George and Michael at the cafeteria. "Hello," she greeted them. "Hello" they all greeted back. "Hi Vivian," Betty said cheerfully as Vivian too

“Will you—” She broke off. God, she was pushing her luck. From his explanation, she sensed he didn’t share this part of himself with many people. It didn’t line up with the image of ruthless business tycoon. But in this moment, she wanted to see his clever, talented fingers fly over those strings. To witness him coax beautiful music from that instrument. To watch him lower that damnable shield and let her in. “Will you play for me?” He stared at her, and her heart thudded against her rib cage. Finally, finally, he dipped his chin and reached for the acoustic guitar on the far end. He almost reverently lifted it off the stand and carried it to the loe seat. She trailed behind him, not saying anything. Afraid if she uttered a word, he might change his mind. Once he perched on one end of the small love seat, she sank to the other.Propping the instrument on his thighs, he plucked a few strings, turned the knobs at the top. Once he seemed satisfied, he cupped the neck, fingers at the re