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I hear my door creak open. “Mr. Cade?” my secretary says. “I have Miss York out front to—”
“Send her in.” A minute later, Felicity stumbles into the room, mumbling some bull about her car. I lift my hand to stop her. Growing up, my father refused to accept excuses; he said they were worthless. There’s not much about his character I respect or admire, but I do appreciate that he taught me that, even if he couldn’t follow his own advice. “Your car wouldn’t start and you didn’t think to call, Miss York?”
“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath. She has one of those sweet voices, lyrical and sugary, so her curse catches me off guard. Lips twitching into a grin, I turn from the window prepared to tear her a new one for being late. Instead, my mouth slackens.
Miss York is a goddamn knockout.
Though she’s too casual for a business meeting in a pale pink tee shirt, denim cut-offs that show off too much leg and too much thigh, and scuffed white tennis shoes, she’s stunning. And from her expression, I’m not the only one surprised. She’s frozen a few feet from my desk, her green eyes drinking me in while her fingers clutch the frayed hem of her shorts.
“Wow…” she whispers.
My thoughts exactly.
When I met with her father a few months ago, he’d pleaded for more time on his loan. He said he had a little girl in school—Flick is what he called her—who depended on him. Felicity’s small, five-two tops, but she’s not a little girl. Every inch of her is tanned, toned, and curved to perfection. Wide hips. Thighs that don’t have that goddamn annoying gap. More than a handful of tits. It’s easy to imagine sliding myself between them, squeezing them together around my dick, watching and feeling as her chin lowers to her chest so she can wrap those soft lips around the head of my cock.
“Aren’t you a little young to be out discussing business?” She shakes her head, making her hair tumble over one shoulder. It’s even easier to picture my fingers there. Tangling in the dark strands, jerking her head back until she moans for me to take her everywhere. Every way.
“I’m twenty-one, Mr. Cade. Old enough to discuss business.” She’s old enough, all right, but not for business. At the smirk that crosses my features, she tugs her shorts again and swallows hard. That pouty pink mouth won’t even stand a chance once I start with her. “I really am sorry I wasn’t on time,” she murmurs.
“You’ve already said that. Sit down.” She acts on my command without hesitating, and my semi throbs into a full hard-on. In thirty-two years I’ve been around women who eat, sleep and breathe sex, but this is the first time I’ve lost control. There’s an innocence in Felicity’s wide green eyes and the way her tongue sneaks out to dart over her lips. I’m even more desperate to have her. “In the future, you won’t be late.”
It’s a clear order, not a question, but she bobs her head compliantly. I stride around the desk to her side and rest against the edge. Our eyes lock for several seconds, then she rips hers to the black rubber band on her wrist.
“Look, I really do appreciate you seeing me. I know my dad talked to you before.” She snaps the hairband against her skin and clears her throat. “And I know you said you couldn’t give us an extension.” Another tug that makes me want to pull the thing off her body so she’ll be forced to look me in the eye. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt if I came to ask.”
“Why didn’t you ask before?”
She lifts one shoulder helplessly. There’s no way in hell she doesn’t know how sexy she is, how her coming in here looking like a tempting mixture of virtue and sin is enough to fuck up my plan. “I didn’t realize what was going on until yesterday.”
“The answer is still no.”
She glances up, catching me with a pitiful look. “You’re not even going to consider it?”
“If I do it for you, I’ll have to do it for everyone else who owes us. That’s not good business, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I wouldn’t say a word. We have employees, Mr. Cade. People with kids and families that depend on us.” Studying the lack of emotion on my face, her beautiful expression falls, but she squares her shoulders, and I feel another wave of admiration at her determination. “I can’t let them down.”
“All right, let’s say I do help you.” Her lips part in surprise and my dick goes crazy when she slides to the edge of her seat to listen to me intently. It shouldn’t be like this—I shouldn’t give a shit if this woman is upset, but I have a sudden desire to protect her. To possess her. “What will you do for me, Miss York?”
