“Good morning, Viktor.” Sebastian's voice was lazy. Warm. Like this was completely normal. “Close the door.”
I did. Kept my eyes firmly on his face. Professional. Detached. “You said we need to discuss schedule.”
“Mmm. We do.” He stretched, arms going overhead in a way that made his shirt ride up slightly. Just a flash of skin. Gone before I could process it. “The economic advisors. Three-hour meeting this afternoon. Sounds thrilling.”
“Is required meeting. Finance minister will be there.”
“I know.” He settled back against the pillows, one hand resting on his stomach. “That's why we need to discuss strategy. Can't have me falling asleep in front of the money people.”
I forced my gaze to stay above his shoulders. “You could have called briefing in your office.”
“Could have.” His fingers traced lazy patterns over his shirt. “But I'm comfortable here. You don't mind, do you?”
Mind. I minded everything about this. Minded the way he sprawled in that bed like an invitation. Minded the heat crawling up my spine. Minded that my cock was taking interest despite every attempt at discipline.
“Is inappropriate,” I said.
“Is it?” His hand drifted lower. Resting against his abdomen. “We're discussing business. I'm just doing it from bed. People work from bed all time.”
“Not with their bodyguard present.”
“You're not just my bodyguard though, are you?” His eyes met mine. Challenging. “You're the man who ground against me in the workshop. Who came in his pants like a teenager. Who looked at me like he wanted to devour me.”
“That was mistake.”
“Was it?” His hand slid down to his thigh. Innocent. But the intention clear. “Because I've been thinking about it. About the way you felt against me. About how hard your cock was. About the sounds you made when you came.”
“Sebastian.” Warning. Threat. Plea.
“Viktor.” He mimicked my tone perfectly. “Come closer. I can barely hear you from over there.”
“Can hear me fine.”
“Closer.” Not a request. A command.
I didn't move. “We can discuss meeting from here.”
“Afraid of me?” His smile was wicked. “Afraid you'll lose control if you get too close?”
“I do not lose control.”
“Don't you?” He shifted, covers slipping lower.
My jaw clenched. “That was?—”
“Hot,” he interrupted. “That was hot, Viktor. Watching you fall apart. Feeling your cock pulse against mine as you came.” His hand moved to the waistband of his pajama pants. Fingers tracing the edge. “Want to see if we can make it happen again?”
“We are supposed to discuss meeting.”
“We are discussing it. I'm just making it interesting.” His fingers slipped just under the waistband. Not pulling down. Just resting there. “Come to the foot of the bed. Stand at attention. Maintain your precious professional distance while we talk business.”
It was a game. A test. He was asserting dominance the only way he could, by making me uncomfortable, by pushing boundaries I'd tried to establish.
I could refuse. Should refuse.
Instead, I moved to the foot of the bed. Stood at attention. Hands clasped behind my back. Eyes fixed on the wall above his head.
“Better,” Sebastian said. Voice dropping lower. Rougher. “Now. The economic advisors. What do I need to know?”
