Page 20 of Tempting Tessa

“You can’t just⁠—”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he cuts me off, tucking my underwear into his pocket. “Especially after you ruined my favorite suit.”

“It was a good toy,” I mutter defensively.

“No, stellina. It was a good toy in the hands of someone who knows exactly how to use it.” He pushes off the desk and stalks toward me. “Someone who knows exactly how to use you.”

My pussy clenches at his words, and I hate myself for it. “This was a mistake.”

“Was it?” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His touch is gentle now, almost tender, which somehow makes it worse. “Your body disagrees.”

“My body’s a traitor.”

Matteo’s eyes flash with amusement as I struggle to gather my composure.

“This was strictly business,” I insist, stepping back and smoothing down my skirt. “A product demonstration that got...out of hand.”

“Out of hand?” His deep laugh sends a shiver straight to my clit. “Sweetheart, your pussy practically baptized me.”

My cheeks burn. “Look, the toys work. That’s what you wanted to verify, right? Your investment is sound.”

I move toward my briefcase, gathering the prototypes with shaky hands. I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something even stupider, like beg him to bend me over his desk.

“Next time you want to test one,” I say, snapping the case closed, “you’re more than welcome to. Just not with me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“Absolutely.” I straighten my spine, trying to look professional despite the fact that my panties are in his pocket and my thighs are still slick. “This was a one-time thing. A business transaction.”

“A business transaction,” he repeats, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You always act like that during business transactions?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did, in a manner of speaking.” He leans against his desk, arms crossed. “And you enjoyed every second of it.”

“I’m drawing a line, Matteo,” I say firmly. “You’re my investor. That’s it.”

“A line in the sand?” His lips curl into that predatory smile that makes my stomach flip. “You know what happens to lines in the sand, stellina. The tide comes in.”

I roll my eyes, grabbing my briefcase. “Save the poetic bullshit. I’m leaving.”

“You’re cute when you’re being bossy,” he says, his voice suddenly soft. “Especially when we both know who’s really in charge.”

My pussy throbs traitorously at his words. “I’m in charge of my company and my body.”

“Of course you are,” he agrees, too easily. “Just like you were in charge when you came all over my hand without permission.”

“That was...” I trail off, unable to explain away the way my body responded to him.

“That was just the beginning.” He pushes off the desk and walks toward me, stopping close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Well, you can’t have me.” I step back, creating space between us. “I’m not for sale.”

“Everything has a price, stellina.” He smiles, slow and confident. “Even you and you already agreed to it.”

“I certainly didn’t agree to whatever fucked-up fantasy you’re spinning in your head.”

Matteo’s eyes darken as he closes the distance between us again. This time I stand my ground, refusing to back up even though every cell in my body is screaming at me to run.