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“Hotter,” I confirm with a chuckle. “Obviously being charged with murd
er agreed with the guy.”
“Speaking of, have you found anything yet? Like maybe a body?” She snorts at her own joke and I roll my eyes. “Does he let you out of your cage if you’re a good girl?”
“You’re an idiot,” I giggle. “I have a huge, well-equipped bedroom. You want to know what he’s had me doing?”
“Tell me, you kinky bitch,” she presses.
“Filing,” I reply, my voice flat. “Oh, and coffee. Let’s not forget how important those five double-strength black coffees are for getting him through the day.”
“That’s it?” she squeaks. “What about the sex? All the fun stuff. And the other girls? What are they like?”
“I haven’t met them. Seriously, I feel like I’m getting nowhere.” I sigh and lean back against a tree, closing my eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said yes, Jess. I feel like a nervous wreck waiting for him to pounce on me. I haven’t slept properly in days, and trying to pretend I’m this confident little sex kitten is wearing me out.”
“So take matters into your own hands,” she replies, her voice matter-of-fact.
“What do you mean?” I ask dubiously.
“Look, he obviously didn’t hire you for your filing abilities. Or your coffee.” She snorts. “Trust me, I’ve tasted it.”
“Jess—”
“Put the moves on him,” she interrupts. “Maybe that’s what he’s waiting for. Take charge. Seduce him, then once you’re in, find the cracks.”
I roll my eyes again as she giggles at her choice of words.
“God, I’m hilarious,” she mutters. “I gotta go, but you can do this, Char. You know you can. If you ever begin to chicken out, think of Nick and imagine how pissed off he’d be if he knew what you were doing.”
She’s right. Not only about Nick but about Jaxon too. The only way I’m going to get anywhere is by showing him that I’m ready and willing to take control. I hang up and get to my feet, a new burst of energy surging through me. It makes sense: He’s sick of dominating women and he wants someone to push him.
Take control.
It all makes sense now. The question is, How do I go about it when the idea terrifies the hell out of me?
—
I walk into his office, clutching his usual tall black coffee. I’m dressed in a low-cut off-white silk shirt and a fitted gray pencil skirt. As I have every other day, I’ve forgone underwear at his request.
“Thanks,” he murmurs when I set the drink on his desk. “There’s some filing waiting in the out-box, and I’ll have you do some data entry too. Mundane stuff, but it needs to be done.”
This is it. I’m going to go for it. With every passing minute I’m becoming more and more annoyed with him and his disinterest. If he wants to play, then let’s play. I’ll make myself impossible to resist.
I reach for the stack of papers and purposely let them slide from my grasp. He looks up, startled, as they spill to the floor, until he catches sight of my expression. His eyes narrow, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches me bend over to retrieve the papers, my ass in the air.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Murphy,” I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder as the hem of my skirt creeps up over the cheeks of my ass. He rises from his chair and walks over to me, his expression amused. I’m embarrassed because this feels so unnatural, and his reaction is more comical than aroused, which humiliates me. I’m going to kill Jess.
“Is this what you think I want?” he whispers, his hand grazing my bare ass. I jump as his nails dig into my skin, his open hand connecting with my ass. “Some stupid fantasy of fucking my receptionist?”
“Well, considering all you’ve had me do is your filing, I think it’s a pretty safe bet that I have no idea what you want,” I retort angrily. I’m embarrassed—and still bent over with him pressing against my behind.
“You’re so determined to rush things, Charlotte. Do I make you wet?” he whispers.
I cry out as he slides a finger inside me.
“Is this what you want from me? Do you want me to fill your sweet little pussy? Make you scream my name? Because I’ll do it. But then you need to do something for me in return. Something so dirty and degrading that you’ll be ashamed of how much you’re enjoying it.”
“What?” I whisper, my knees buckling. My hands lay flat on the floor as he penetrates me with his fingers. I whimper as he violently rubs my clit. Oh, God. I want this so badly.
