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“As my secretary you should be doing a better job,” a man bellows. “I don’t pay you a hefty salary for you to send me little twats who want to work for me, because they see it as an internship!”
His voice makes me feel like I should take up shelter and through the crack of the door, I see the contours of someone who is so big he’s close to a giant and my nails dig into my palms.
“Mr. Smith, kindly consider...” a woman who I suppose is the secretary begins when she’s rudely interrupted.
“I specifically stated I wanted a maid with experience and so far only one has had that!” he nearly roars and my body starts shaking. Who is this brutal beast of a man? He will no doubt turn me into dust just like Lucretia predicted. If I have any self-preservation, I should get out.
I mean I don’t have experience. I’m a former waitress, not what he’s looking for, he’s going to kill me...
“Maybe I should leave...” I mutter to nobody in particular when Mr. Smith snarls to the secretary,
“Spare me your excuses. Bring me the next one! And this one better be good, or you’re fired!”
Panicky I turn to run when Lucretia blocks me and with a cruel glint in her eyes, she shoves at me. Hard and it causes me to fly through the doors and land on the floor in Mr. Smith’s office.
My nose brushes against his oriental carpet, my heart pounding ferociously in my chest like always when I’m distressed.
Deeply embarrassed and with my cheeks on fire, I gasp as I look up and stare into the face of one of the biggest men I’ve ever seen. He’s standing behind his desk, well over 6.4 with massive shoulders and crushing hands.
Despite the sharp, emerald suit, there’s something ruthless about him, giving him the energy of a criminal. His hair is jet black, longer in the back than the front and he has a black goatee covering his jagged features.
There’s a scar, moving down one of his eyes, making me almost feel ashamed at the sultriness in my body at the sight of it. He looks like a villain in the comics I used to read when I was a little girl, the kind who could turn the world upside down with a snap of his ruthless fingers. His flinty eyes that are shaded by black curved brows zoom in on me and I get up on unsteady legs.
“I’m s...sorry...” I begin, trying to explain myself when he interrupts me,
“Leave,” he barks at his secretary who nods and gratefully lunges for the exit. “And close the door behind you.”
The door slams, causing me to jerk and my mouth that feels dry falls open. I’m in the office of a man who I definitely don’t want to get in the way of, but now I am and I can’t leave. I’m stuck.
Our eyes hook, promising me that I have no idea what awaits me. Letting out a whimper inwardly, I only hope he won’t eat me alive.
2
Mycroft
I want to eat her alive. This girl that looks like she just stepped out of a dirty fairy tale with wide hazel eyes and hair the color of crushed cranberries that flares over her pale shoulders. She’s so small in her white flats, maybe only five feet but she has the excessive curves of a courtesan.
Right now her body is covered in a conservative navy dress but my fingers itch to rip it off.
Why the hell didn’t anyone inform me that she was coming? There should have been an article in the morning newspaper advertising that a damn goddess was going to enter my office. And it should have come with a warning that she poses a risk to cold and deadened hearts.
My palms squeeze from wanting to paw that soft flesh, crush her to me and hear her gasps in my ear when she realizes just how indestructible I am and that nothing in this world can protect her better than I can.
But it’s not only her appearance that’s making my heart beat like it’s about to explode. There’s something in those eyes that lets me know her inner beauty matches her exterior one. It makes me want to worship her. Drop down to my knees and pray that she only feels at least a drop of what I feel.
I already know I’m going to do anything to keep this young girl within my reach. If anyone else makes demands on work hours or paychecks I’ll cuss them out, but not with her. I’ll give her anything she wants, no matter how unreasonable. Whatever she wants or demands from me, it will be hers.
Now though, I doubt she’ll dare ask me for anything. Her face has paled and she looks at me like I’m some monster who’s going to drag her off into the shadows and never let her come out. And she’s not completely wrong.
It’s what they all call me, monster, beast, animal...I’m not the easiest man to get along with and I’ve never cared before about being accommodating to anyone.
Until now.
Until this girl looked at me with those big, lowered eyes as the shadows from the pulled down blinds play over her innocent face. I don’t want her to be guarded around me, I want her open. Heart and body.
I want that tight little body to bloom for me, drug me with that sweet scent of buttercups of hers and let me feast on it until I’m satisfied.
“Mr. Smith....” she begins, stuttering like she’s terrified of me and I get a grip, sitting down behind my desk.
