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Now, will she come by tonight or force me to go to her? I’m enjoying this little game far more than I should be. I don’t have to wait long for my answer.

“Emily is here to see you,” Rochelle announces through the intercom.

“Let her in.”

I stand up and button my suit jacket as Emily strolls into my office.

Her smile is as dazzling as ever. With every interaction, I pull strings to get her to reveal herself to me. It’s…enthralling. I’ve always known exactly what my dalliances want and expect from me, and they are aware of my limits as well. It keeps things simple, but with Emily…there is more.

Watching her carefully for any reaction, I walk around to the front of my desk and lean back on it.

Nothing, not even a hitch in her breath. How is it that she is impervious to me?

She opens her purse and digs around before pulling out my credit card.

“You said to bring this back when I charged it,” Emily says, holding it out.

When I don’t move, she comes closer. It will be so easy to bend her over my desk and make her scream my name. I can feel her hair wrapped around my hand. I can hear her pants and moans while she tries to stay quiet. The whole scene plays in my mind like a 4K movie.

Emily is playing with fire without even realizing it.

I reach out to take the card, purposely running my finger over hers. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I love the effect I have on her. Emily’s eyes flick up to mine. She looks trapped and content at the same time. Can she feel the same tug that I do? Her eyes shift from sweet and soft to something darker, and then she clears her throat and pulls her hand back.

“I also brought you an invoice, so you know what you purchased. And of course, the receipt is stapled to the top.”

Emily pulls the paperwork from her purse and smiles.

“You really shouldn’t leave your card like that. I was tempted to go on a shopping spree,” she says.

It is meant to sound teasing, but I absurdly like the idea of her spoiling herself with my money.

I take the paper, but hold out the card again. Her eyebrow raises, and her hand tightens on the strap of her purse.

“I don’t need the card for the company order. I’ll just bill you like any other client,” she says, and I can’t take it anymore.

I push away from the desk, and we end up in an adorable cat-and-mouse game. Emily steps back, and I pursue until she is pressed up against my floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.

“Alden…what…” Emily clears her throat. “What are you doing?”

“Take the card.”

Emily’s eyes dart up to mine. Then she looks at the card as if it will bite before shaking her head.

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“No…no, I can’t do that. It’s yours. I was only teasing about the shopping spree.”

Gripping the case on either side of her, I lean in close to her ear and feel her body trembling.

“Blue,” I whisper, brushing my lips over her soft skin as I breathe in her hypnotic scent. “You’d look incredible in blue.”

“Blue what,” Emily asks, her voice shaking. “Like a dress?”

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at the delightfully naive question. My muscles tighten, and the bookshelf groans as I squeeze it to keep from ripping the clothes right off her body. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone this bad before. Desire to be buried between her legs consumes my thoughts.

“I was thinking something a little sexier.”