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Chapter3
Ladies and gentlemen, its big
Avani
It’s impossible to stop the laugh that bubbles up as I watch him walk out of the blue room. Water drips from his pants, and his expression screams rage.
Actually, come to think of it, every time I talk to him, his expression screams rage.
And it’s always directed at me.
Asshole.
“Good, you’re back. Sign here, please.” I hold out the pen for him, but he walks straight past me. So, grabbing the pen and paper, I follow him to his office, my heels sinking into the plush carpet. He attempts to shut the door on me, but I simply push through and walk around his desk to sit in his leather chair. I can’t help it; I surreptitiously inhale the scent of his office. The pine furniture polish the cleaning crew used to shine his desk to dangerous proportions along with the expensive leather from his ergonomic chair mask—but not completely cover—the subtle scent of cigarettes. I’m not a fan of smoking, but all the scents combine with the lingering spice of his expensive cologne creating an undeniable and sensual male domain. He grumbles something under his breath at me, but I don’t hear, or better yet care, what he has to say. “Sorry, I don’t understand bullshit.” I offer him a smile.
Grayson turns to face me. His brows pinch together as he licks his lips in frustration. “You are the most irritating woman I have ever dealt with.” I give him my best fuck-you smile and hold out the pen. He takes it and quickly swipes his signature.
I spare it a quick glance. “I could do it, you know?” I offer.
“Do what?” He kicks off his shoes and starts unbuckling his belt.
“Your signature. It’s easily done. Saves me annoying you.”
Grayson pauses, his hand on his belt, and glares at me. “Do not fucking forge my signature!” he growls.
“Why not? It’s not like you care about the law or anything. Did you forget you came in last week covered in blood?”
Both brows raise, and he slides his belt off in one motion before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down.
I sit back, smiling, enjoying the show.
“Hmm… So you do have a huge cock. I was wondering.”
“Stop fucking staring,” he barks.
“And it’s perfectly manscaped too. For someone so rough around the edges, you sure do take pride in your cock.” He shakes his head and opens a drawer, then pulls out a pair of dry jeans. I watch, licking my lips, as he slides one leg into them.
I’ve never seen Grayson as someone who I’d want to fuck. Don’t get me wrong, he is a beautiful man, there’s absolutely no denying he’s attractive. But he’s not quite my type.
I like them more obedient.
I have a thing with control.
My background isn’t pleasant, so the minute I gained control over my life, I craved maintaining it and will never return to a weak place or state of mind.
It’s why I have no issue doing this job and will continue doing it.
Grayson loves control, much like me, and it’s why we butt heads. Plus, it’s fun to annoy him. He is completely unlike his brother, Jake, who saved me. Jake is more reasonable and doesn’t need to show his dominance because it oozes from him on its own. But Grayson loves to show you how powerful he is.
He revels in it.
It irks me.
I scan his body. Toned muscular legs lead to the perfect penis.
And I hate him a little more for having such a good body.
“Take a picture,” he snaps.
