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That would have to wait until tonight.
A minute later, Hades appeared in my doorway. Today, he’d ditched the suit and wore dark jeans and a long-sleeved green shirt. The fabric was tight on his muscular arms, snug on his powerful chest, and highlighted his slender waist and hips. He looked delicious in a suit, but he somehow looked better in this casual look.
He didn’t smile when he looked at me, but his eyes greeted me in their own way. They were his bedroom eyes, the same look he gave me when I was naked underneath him, my wet cunt taking his fat dick over and over.
I refused to think about that. “Gustavo is sick, but I’m sure I can help you with whatever needs to be taken care of.”
He sauntered farther into my office then shut the door behind him.
“You can leave it open.”
He ignored my request and sat in the chair opposite me. “I prefer it closed.” He crossed one leg, his ankle resting on the opposite knee. His hands came together in his lap, and his large frame hid the chair from view. His eyes took a quick glance at my office before they settled on me again. Once they were there, they didn’t move.
I didn’t waste my time arguing with him. “Gustavo didn’t have time to give me instructions. He was feeling so unwell that he needed to leave immediately. If you could tell me what needs to be done, I could assist you.” I sat perfectly upright in my hair, my hands together on the desk like he was any other faceless client.
Hades stared at me like he hadn’t listened to a word I said.
I stayed quiet, hoping he would say something helpful.
“Do you collect the money? Because I think most of our profits are immediately wired to the bank from our customers.”
“It’s more than that. I organize all of Gustavo’s expense reports, keeping everything organized so he has an exact understanding of cash flow. Maybe in time, you’ll be able to give that to me, but for now, I think it’s best if I get that information from him.” He pushed me to the sidelines, just the way everyone else did.
I tried not to be offended by it. He shouldn’t give me special treatment just because he was fucking me. “Then there’s nothing more for us to talk about.” I rose to my feet. “I’ll walk you out.”
“Sit.” He made his command from his seated position, not raising his voice to get my attention. His voice was so naturally deep that it took almost no effort to be taken seriously.
I continued to stand out of defiance.
He smiled slightly, like he was amused by my rebellion. “Have dinner with me tonight.”
I slowly lowered my body into my chair, surprised he would ask such a thing. “I’m busy.”
“With?”
“Does it matter?” I didn’t owe him an explanation. I didn’t ask for anything more than his dick.
His eyes narrowed. “You aren’t working tonight at the hotel. So, what are you doing that’s so important you can’t have dinner with me?”
My eyes widened. “Excuse me? How do you know when I’m working?”
“Because I know more about this hotel than you do.”
That was an insult I didn’t appreciate. “I don’t see the necessity in having dinner. I’d rather just get right to the good stuff.” This man made me feel the extreme version of every emotion. When I came, I came hard. When I felt weak, it was like I couldn’t stand. When I felt passion, I felt like I would die without him in my arms. When I was pissed…I was super pissed.
“Having a conversation with me would be that terrible?”
“No…but I’d rather not blur the lines.”
“Meaning?”
This guy was a playboy, so he knew exactly what I meant. Only sex—no strings attached. “I just want to fuck you. I don’t want anything else to do with you. It’s pretty simple, so I don’t know why you’re making it complicated.”
“I’m making it complicated?” he asked, slightly amused. “You’re the one overreacting.”
“I’m not overreacting. I’m just not interested in that kind of relationship with you.”
“Really?” He cocked his head slightly, arrogantly. “Because when we’re behind closed doors, you can’t keep your hands off me.”
“Two completely different things.” I refused to be embarrassed by my attraction to him. When we were together, all my walls came down. I was just a woman in the throes of passion with the perfect man. I didn’t think about anything else besides what we were doing, how he made me feel. Now, he was making me think…and it was exhausting.
“Have dinner with me.” He returned to the same request, asking it calmly like he hadn’t just asked me minutes ago. His elbows rested on the arms of his chair, and he brought his fingers together, looking at me like I might give a different answer.
