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“It’s next to your bedroom.” He winks and leaves his office. I watch him walk out with that V-shaped torso and killer glutes. No wonder he looks so damn good.
I set my timer on my phone to thirty-nine minutes so I have time to clean up my mess and get to him. Most of this stuff is junk mail, but there’s an invitation to a gala, and I’m not sure if he wants to attend or if he’ll send his regrets. Also, there are several important documents that I file to the side, and the rest I leave for the trash. My phone startles me, nearly sending me sliding out of his comfy chair. I set everything down and am thankful that most of this area is perfectly neat. Once I’m sure it’s good, I head down to the gym. The door is open, and inside, Dylan grunts as he pumps iron. I’m doing my best to fight the instant arousal coursing through my veins as the sweat drips down his naked chest. I check my phone, and he has two more minutes, so I step back out of the room.
“Harley, where are you going?”
“Sorry, sir. I mean, Dylan. It’s just you had two minutes left. I was a little early.”
“That’s okay. I’ve had enough for the morning. I’ll finish later.” My mouth falls open when I realize that he plans to work out again. Seriously, how many times does he work out in a day?
Chapter Three
Dylan
Fuck me raw. What am I doing to myself? I’ve created an even bigger mess by bringing her here and into my home. It’s like waving a juicy, raw steak in front of a hungry lion, and I’m motherfucking starving. When I caught her staring at me from the doorway, I almost dropped the weights and pounced on her. The fear of becoming my sperm donor is the only thing that held me back.
She has no idea who she decided to shack up with as a roommate. I have the potential to be a monster, and that scares me. She scares me, tempts me more than any other person in the world. I want her like I want air.
It’s bad enough that Harley doesn’t like or trust me, and if I give her one reason, she’ll bolt, and I can’t have that. I need her here, even if I can’t touch her, taste her, or claim her. I don’t want anyone else to have that perfection. I almost lost it this morning when she came out without a bra on, her dark nipples on display, bouncing as she bounded out the door and dragging my attention straight there. Timothy was so lucky that he’d stepped away a minute before or I would’ve blinded that son of a bitch.
I’m obsessed, and yet I can’t have her. It’s sick and wrong, so I should let her go, but she needs my help. Even if that fucker was nobody outside her building, I realized how unsafe her neighborhood was, and then to find out she was about to be evicted. Until she’s good and ready, I’ll keep her as my fake personal assistant.
Of course, I’ve caught several strange looks from my men since last night because I don’t allow any females in my life and into my private space. They most certainly know I don’t need a personal alarm clock. I operate like a machine, but it isn’t anyone’s business. I pay them to do a job, and now that includes protecting my little PA—precious assistant.
As soon as the shower is on, my hand goes straight to my cock. I’ve choked the fuck out of my meat since I’ve crossed paths with Harley. Thoughts of fucking that pretty little face and bending her over my desk has played in my visions every damn waking minute. Water sprays all over my body as I stroke up and down, rubbing my length until I come, shooting my load on my hand and the wall. It would be better if it was all over her.
Chapter Four
Harley
It’s been a week, and I’ve learned that I’m only here because he feels sorry for me and is making up for his mistake. As much as I want to up and quit, a girl needs her money, so I put on a fake smile and do his menial tasks that are useless because the man is a clock built by the finest artisans; I’ve yet to remind him of his job. Also, this place has its perks. The gym is killer, and I get to run on the fancy treadmill, getting in about ten miles a day.
It’s one of my favorite hobbies. I have done several races, including a marathon last year. Once, Dylan actually worked out at the same time and was surprised that I finished in record time. He was worried I’d burn out the motor. “I could always go running outside.”
“No, it’s better and safer for you to run inside.”
“I suppose.” I don’t mind either, but he has a point. It’s always so crowded at the park. Still, he works my nerves with his overly protective attitude, and I was so close to letting my tongue slip.
I stockpiled my first paycheck just in case I said something that got my ass fired. This weekend, I’m off with my cousin to her bachelorette party, so I’m getting ready now. With my light brown hair styled, looking a little less blah, and makeup slightly done, I slide on my little black dress, which makes me feel cute but not slutty.
Immediately, I nearly barrel into that great wall of a chest. “Mr…Dylan. I didn’t see you there.” He’s coming out of the gym with no shirt on, chest glistening with sweat, muscles amplified from the workout. I try to catch my breath, but how can I when he looks perfect? At least I can say it’s from slamming into him.
He looks me up and down. “Whoa. Where are you going?” he growls. He doesn’t notice my lack of oxygen.
Straightening my posture, I answer, “I told you that I have my cousin’s bachelorette party.”
“You look beautiful.”
There goes my breath again. “Thank you, Dylan.”
“Be a good girl and take one of my vehicles.”
I wave off his offer. “That’s not necessary. I was just going to take an Uber to my cousin’s and then take her car.”
He grasps my chin a little rough. “The fuck you are. You don’t belong in any stranger’s vehicle.” Shit, I think I need to change my panties. They’re soaked.
“Yes, sir. Anything else I should do?”
“Don’t start with me.” He closes the distance, the space between us becoming negligible. He presses his thumb along my mouth and my lips part. He leans in and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he brushes his lips by my ear and whispers, “Be a good girl tonight. Don’t make me kill anyone.” His teeth bite down on my lobe, grazing it before he quickly pulls away, and then he storms into his office and slams the door shut.
