Page 12 of His Little Stowaway

It’s the one thing I’d never kid about with Brynn though.

I need her to understand just what she’s doing to me.

Since meeting her just this morning? It’s as if women have just been invented. And I’ve got the first edition within my reach.

The best.

The only.

My only…

My god. I never even thought to ask.

“You don’t have anyone?” I blurt out, not meaning for it to sound the way it does.

I’m not accusing her. I’m asking her. Needing to know she doesn’t.

I need to know she is within my reach.

“And just what’s that supposed to mean?” she scowls, taking a sharp breath in as her eyes narrow on mine.

Her hurt turning to anger again.

God, why can’t I get this right?

“I mean,” I tell her firmly, feeling my own impatience rising to meet her fire. “…I mean I don’t want to have to deal with anyone else to get you to—” I try to say, feeling my words failing somehow before I can even think of how I want to say this.

She knots her brows, pouting with confused anger still.

“Get me to what?” she growls, eyeing the door behind me. Forgetting all about showers and me.

I should never have left her alone.

I move so she can’t see the door, and creasing my mouth I look down at her first. Then at my feet.

“Get you to stay. Spend some time with me,” I finally manage, feeling my cock start to grow hotter again as her face softens. Her body relaxes as I reach for her again.

I brush some of her hair back over her ear and lean in. My hand moves to her cheek.

Her breath shivers as our eyes lock.

“I don’t have anyone,” she mews, biting her lip before mine can reach it…

She turns her face away.

Then she turns her whole body, hugging her elbows as she starts to pace away from me.

Not something I’m used to, or even wanna start getting used to.

When I want something. When I need something to happen. It fucking happens.

It’s who I am. It’s what I do.

Isn’t it?

Damned right it is. I’m Pearce Masters, not some wannabe hack from the fucking mail room.

“I want you to stay,” I repeat, figuring I may as well spell it out for her if she’s having trouble understanding my point.

In case she can’t see the ten-inch pole she’s helped erect between my legs.

“I want you to go in that shower, get warm and clean, or whatever it is girls do… Then I wanna buy you breakfast and anything else you damn well need, is that okay?” I say, almost shouting at her.

Frustrated, I can't just say it.

Tell her what I’ve wanted to do to her since the moment I laid eyes on her.

But I don’t want her to run.

I don’t want her to put me in the position where I’d ever have to watch her run from me let alone leave.

I just got her here, I can’t let her go.

I won’t.

A phone on my desk rings which I ignore, but Brynn seizes it as a chance to break the moment.

To push through this sudden wall between us.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” she asks, looking at me as if I’m avoiding picking up the phone on purpose which I am.

But it gives me an idea.

“Why don’t you get it?” I ask. Figuring this could be her job interview as well as a get to know her moment.

I am in need of some new staff as well, secretary types especially.

But she only clicks her tongue loudly and turns away from me again.

Until I move to answer the phone that is.

“Uh… Hello? Hell-oooo?” she says, sounding strained, beating me by a second to the phone.

Making my face twist when I hear her answer.

Maybe she’s not secretary material after all. Not with a phone manner like that.

Plus, I’d never get any work done. I’d be chasing her all around the damned—

“It’s for you,” she says, pushing the headset under my nose, rolling her eyes as if to let me know I should answer my own damned phone, causing me to smirk.

I usually do.

Mostly.

Taking the phone from her, I listen. It’s always for me and it’s always only ever a crisis.

Sure enough, it’s someone from Human Resources, panicking about the legal points of me firing over half a dozen people for ‘no real reason.’

I got my reasons.

The crisis in my pants is my biggest concern until I watch with pleasure as Brynn’s eyes move over my body. Working their way to what I know now she’s been avoiding looking at since we were in the car.

I hear him gasp, then flush a deep red as she turns her face away.

Trying not to look again, but she has to when she notices my hand moving up and down my length over my suit pants.

This is what you need, Brynn.

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