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His stance changed. “And I’m your boss…” before returning to the lighter tone, “… so pour yourself a glass.”
My hands were shaking as I did as I was told, and when I placed the bottle back on the tray, he wrapped a hand around mine. My eyes shot to his. He had taken off his glasses, and once again, I was entranced by his gaze. Holding my hand, he walked me around the table and guided me to sit on his lap. I did so, keeping my posture upright and trying to feel as proper as I could, given the position I was in and how my skirt rode up over my thighs.
Sipping at his vodka, he placed his other hand just above my knee.
“Do you know why I asked you here?”
I had a pretty good idea.
“No.”
He growled low and deep in his chest, and when I stiffened, his hand gripped my leg for a moment before relaxing again. He leaned until his lips were next to my ear, and I shuddered again as he whispered, “I think you do.”
Swallowing heavily, I felt as though my insides were being charged with electricity, every nerve in my body attuned to him and his touch, the skin on my leg burning under his hand. Every second was a fight within, screaming opposing thoughts at me. I dared not look over the balcony, sure I’d see Maddie looking up at me, begging me with her eyes not to do what she knew I was so tempted to do. Emrick had been in my dreams and on my mind, and when I closed my eyes and laid down at night, his dark form was above me. In the dreamscape, I could barely see him, but touching him felt so real, and every day he became clearer in my dreams.
He wasdangerous.
What should I do?
Or, more pressing, would I be strong enough to even give myself an option? I didn’t want to say no. I wanted his hands on my body, him above me. I wanted him.
“Sir—”
“You can call me Emrick.”
“Emrick…” I swallowed. This was harder than I thought it would be. When I imagined this situation, I saw myself remembering my plan and boldly proclaimingno thank youbefore turning to leave, and maybe slapping him or hitting him with the tray or the bottle if he refused my exit. But when I was close to him, his scent, those eyes, and that body—I had no willpower left to fight. The power he exuded only made me wonder what he was capable of in the bedroom. He wouldn’t be gentle, but I didn’t want him to be. I’d been with gentle lovers, and it did nothing for me, and it had been reinforced in my mind what I liked during the orgy with the client from The Palace that one time. That man had infected me, gotten under my skin, and brought out something in me no one to date had been able to replicate.
The prospect Emrick would be able to fill that void both excited and terrified me.
What did he do that made people leave the next day?
What if I couldn’t get enough?
His lips parted as though he was going to kiss my neck, and I realized I hadn’t finished my sentence.
“I need to get back to work.” I tried one last time to convince myself.
“You haven’t touched your drink.”
With a shaking hand, I brought the glass to my lips, taking a long sip. Emrick didn’t take his eyes off my face. When I cleared my throat and licked my lips, I felt his cock twitch under my ass.
Oh my God, he was hard.
His fingers wandered up my leg until he reached my skirt’s hem, and although my breathing hitched, and I think I may have whimpered, I didn’t object. Emrick slipped his hand under my skirt and between my thighs, and when I shifted my legs so they were slightly open for him, he groaned.
It was all the invitation he needed.
“Get up.”
I stood, and he did too. He was no longer touching me but towering over me as he stood so close I could almost feel the rise and fall of his chest with his breathing.
“There’s a door behind me. Go.”
I did.
Why didn’t I even hesitate?I tried not to overthink it.
His commanding me made me want to fall to my knees and please him. The fear of the unknown crawled under my skin and only served to increase my excitement, and while I resented that part of me, at the moment, I was embracing it.
