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She was nervous. I liked seeing her like this, part of her vulnerable and on edge around me.
She lifted her head and our gazes clashed. For long moments, neither of us said anything as we stared at each other. I shoved my hands in the pockets of my slacks, curling my fingers into my palms and digging my nails into my flash. Thank God my cock wasn’t a steel rod behind my zipper anymore. Brandon’s pick-up line had made sure my arousal had taken a backseat as my possessiveness had risen up.
“Mr. Alfonso,” she said softly.
“As much as I like hearing you be formal with me, I like when you say my name, Piper.”
In fact, I want to hear you scream it as I have my cock deep within you, as I’m claiming every part of you, making you beg for more.
It took all my willpower not to go over to her, wrap my hands around her shoulders, and pull her in close, her body to mine. I wanted to press my lips to the shell of her ear and tell her to come back to my office, to let me show her that she was mine.
Do it. Show Piper that she is meant to be mine. Show her with words, my touch, that there is no other woman that compares.
I’d do just that and more.
I was done waiting, unable to stop myself from going after her. Having her this close was torture, and I was ready to put myself out of my misery.
I’d make Piper realize that when it came to her, I’d be a possessive bastard in every single way.
3
Piper
I found myself popping in my headphones and turning up the volume on my phone, getting lost in the music as I buzzed around Zane’s office. I had a duster, going over his books that lined one whole wall, floor to ceiling shelves that had the nerd in me becoming envious.
I ran my fingers along the spines of his architect collection, the leather soft. Over the last couple of weeks, I’d been unable to separate how I felt for Zane with being a professional and working for him.
Humming to the song that played through my earbuds, I ran the rag across the board, polishing it, making everything as pristine as possible. Maybe I was just cleaning his office, but dammit, it would be the cleanest office he’d ever had.
As I moved around the room, all I could think about was him, how he looked as he sat behind his desk with his suit jacket off. The expensive, tailored material would be tossed over the back of his chair, his sleeves rolled up, his skin tattooed, tan, the veins slightly noticeable under the golden skin of his forearms. I loved that he was a bad boy wrapped up in a good suit. He was smart and determined, successful and honest. Yet underneath all of that, painted on his skin was the ink from another time, one that was dangerous and spoke of a much different life.
And God, the way he spoke to people when he was in his zone … authoritative, determined.
Zane was a man used to getting what he wanted, and it turned me on so much.
I stopped in front of his desk and looked at how immaculate it was. The glass and chrome didn’t need any cleaning, but I found myself running the rag across the top regardless, then used the tips of my fingers to move over the same spot I’d just cleaned. I then walked over to his leather chair, the back high enough that it reached my breasts. I skimmed my fingers along the leather, the soft feeling igniting my senses.
Looking up, I glanced around to make sure I was truly alone. It was lunchtime for the office, and the majority either left or had catering brought into the meeting room. That was usually when I worked on Zane‘s office. Trying to clean while he was in the vicinity was just as hard as I’d thought it would be.
Smiling slightly, I sat down in his chair and leaned back, the scent of leather and his masculinity consuming me. I closed my eyes and thought about Zane.
Like usual.
I turned in the seat and faced the window, resting fully against the smooth leather as I stared out at the cityscape. I looked at the skyscrapers, glanced down and saw cars zipping up and down the road in the distance. The sun was hidden in an overcast sky, the gloomy day not taking away from how incredible this was.
The music was still blasting through my headphones, so I didn’t hear Zane come in. But I sure as hell saw his reflection in the window as he stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. I saw the smirk on his face and felt my eyes widen as I turned around quickly and stood, the chair sliding out from under me as I stumbled back.
