Page 6 of Lethal Salvation

He looked down at her, even in her four-inch heels she could not match his six-foot-four height. “I’m quite aware of why you are here.”

“Then you know I’m perfectly fine where I am.”

“On the contrary, Miss Benassi. You need access to Carter, and I need a PA. If I don’t get that, you’ll no longer have our help in this matter.”

Bastard. He was playing games, expecting her to cave and beg for his help. He had no clue who he was dealing with.

“Gideon! Don’t be rash. We need her.”

Gideon held up his hand to his brother, who swore. “We do not need her, but I’ll agree she is helpful and somewhat nice to look at.”

Damon threw up his hands and walked toward the door of the conference room, about to leave her alone to deal with the devil.

Gideon’s gaze swept over her body making it clear what he thought her uses were. This arrogant prick was pushing her buttons, trying to get a reaction. Well, she’d give him one. “It’s fine, Damon. I can work with Gideon for six weeks, but I have my own terms.”

Her friend held her eyes a moment longer trying to read her, before he nodded, satisfied with what he saw and left the room.

Gideon’s eyes flickered as they dropped to her lips. “What would those be?”

“I want more access to Carter. I want to be seen at the galas, the dinners. I want to know everything about his habits outside of work and I want to see him interact with his mother and your father.”

“Done.” Gideon smiled and it looked more like a threat than a happy emotion. “Please find a more appropriate work wardrobe, Miss Benassi. I can see your nipples through that blouse.”

With that, he turned and left the conference room, and she fought the urge to go after him and show him just how much he’d under-estimated her. A smile spread over her lips as she thought of all the things she’d do to make him pay for his arrogance. She’d seen the want in his eyes, the desire for her, but she wouldn’t get sucked into his dicksand. He was a man who wanted control, to dominate and dictate. Unfortunately for him, she was the same way. The only difference between them was the fact she saw him for what he was, and he had no clue who he was dealing with, but he was about to find out.

Chapter 2

Throwing his pen across the desk, Gideon let out a breath of frustration. One hundred and twenty-eight minutes, that’s how long she’d been occupying the desk outside his office and he hadn’t got a lick of work done in that time. She was costing him money and, more importantly, time, distracting him with her sexy buttoned-up blouses and tight skirts.

Since the moment he’d laid eyes on Nadia Benassi, he’d fought the urge to either strangle her or bend her over his desk and slide his cock inside her. He’d thought the myriad of dirty, illicit fantasises running through his brain would settle when he had her working as his temporary PA. Gideon had a strict rule about fucking the staff and placing her in that position put her off limits. The problem was his dick hadn’t got the memo, apparently.

Work and pleasure were kept separate. He had no desire to end up on his brother’s docket in court for a sexual harassment charge. Having Nadia as his PA seemed like the perfect plan to calm his dick into submission, but it hadn’t worked. He was hard as stone, horny as a fucking teenager, and out of control in a way he hated.

His stomach growled and he lifted his head to the door feeling irritated and annoyed and there was only one person responsible. Pushing back his chair so hard it almost hit the window behind him, he adjusted his cock in his trousers and stalked to the door. Yanking it open, he found the object of his irritation holding court outside his door, her desk surrounded by other staff members from the executive floor. She was like a flame drawing all these little moths to her brightness.

A sexy little blonde with a too-short skirt spotted him first and her face went to twist into a smile. He frowned, giving her a look that he knew would quell her advances instantly. Her face dropped, her skin going paler before she turned and fled. Gideon watched her hurry back to her desk, never looking behind her to see if the others followed. The other two women, one from finance and the other he had no idea about, followed suit.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Nadia tipped her head up to him, her long elegant neck arching and regal, her shoulders and back straight as he let his gaze move over her form. Her body was downright fucking sinful, and although he’d called her out for her attire like a dick earlier, she was dressed perfectly appropriately for the office. The problem was a body like that didn’t belong in an office, it belonged spread out on his bed.

She had long, toned legs, perfect slim ankles showing good breeding, and a curvy ass he envisioned grabbing with both hands as he fucked into her from behind. A slim waist, gorgeous tits that would spill out of his hands, and then a delicate collar bone revealing her graceful neck. In a world that was fair, she’d at least be ugly, have a broken curved nose or yellow teeth, but no, she was utter perfection.

High cheek bones, full luscious red lips he’d imagined wrapped around his cock a thousand times over and the most unique hazel eyes that seemed to switch to green depending on her mood. It all made him exceedingly frustrated because he wanted her badly, but when she opened her mouth, he just wanted to tan her ass and put her in her place. She was confrontational and snippy, something he hated in a woman. He just needed his libido to get the message.

“I’m having my lunch break.”

His temper ratcheted up now as he stalked closer, pulled by some invisible string. “How nice for you, and who gave you permission?”

Her eyes narrowed and he could see her trying to fight her instinct to fight with him. In a perverse way, he hoped she did fight him. He liked fight in a woman, some backbone and steel. He was distinctly disappointed when she schooled her expression so he couldn’t read it.

“Of course, Mr Cavendish. I apologise.” She pushed her half-eaten sandwich into her desk drawer and turned back to him. “What can I do for you.”

Something about her submitting made a hollow place in his belly. He didn’t like it, so he went on the offensive. “Get me the reports on the Macey deal, book me a table at Pier One for tonight, and don’t forget my lunch.” He gave her drawer a heated look of annoyance.

“Yes of course. What would you like for lunch?”

He sighed and rubbed his temple and looked away from her, not trusting himself to not let his gaze wander to her tits again. “Whole wheat Italian bread with chicken and salad, and make sure it’s organic. I don’t want any of that processed shit poisoning my body.”