Page 6 of His Property

He stabbed a finger at the floor, at the identical spot. I felt like a surly recruit before a hardcore drill instructor.

The tightening in my belly was now a coiling, and the lips of my pussy were slipping against each other as I retook my place before his huge desk.

“Stop slouching. Chin up. Shoulders back. We’re not done here. I have something to say, and you’re going to listen.”

Incredibly, his barked orders had me obeying, and only partly because I was so shocked he’d uttered them.

“That’s better.” He looked upon me for a full minute, his eyes coursing over every part of my form, pausing longest at my chest and at the apex of my thighs. Finally, he continued. “You seem to think you’re in a position to be giving me attitude, young lady, and I intend to disabuse you of that notion right now. I want to know something. Why do you think you were in trouble for leaving the door unlocked?”

I wasn’t expectingthatquestion, and my mouth dropped open. And what did he mean by ‘in trouble’?

I cleared my throat. “Um, cat burglars might sneak in? It’s not as if inthisswanky a neighborhood you’d have thieves casing the place, but I suppose it’s possible. Like I said, I apologize for—”

“Are you armed?”

“Excuse me?”

His eyes narrowed the slightest bit, and my mouth went dry. I did not want to be even in the same zip code as Mr. Winters when he became truly angry.

Then why are your panties damp?

“Isaid, are you armed? Do you carry a gun, Ms. Grant?”

“I… well, no.”

“Martial arts training then? Self-defense classes? Any of that for you?”

Where the hell is he going with this?

“No…”

He watched me for a long moment, and again I was that insect specimen under the total control of that cold, calculating scientist, helpless under even the weight of his gaze.

“I have insurance for everything in this house—and for the house itself. Burglary doesn’t concern me that much.” He raised a finger toward me. “Whatdoesconcern me is a certain foolish young woman who leaves the door unlocked when she’s working inside my house—alone. Unarmed. Defenseless. That concerns me very much. And I don’t like it. I don’t like having to worry about the safety of a silly girl who can’t be bothered to take even the simplest measures to keep herself safe.”

I was stunned. He was worried about… me. Still, my anger continued to simmer, and I couldn’t help myself. “I appreciate your concern, Mr. Winters. But I wasfine. Really. I can take care of myself when I—”

“You didn’t even know I was standing five feet behind you when I arrived home from work. I think your definition of taking care of yourself differs from mine. Don’t you think?”

It was a rhetorical question, and I clamped my mouth shut, feeling as if I were chewing on glass. Hewasright, of course, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to slap his face.

His voice dropped an octave. “Nothing else to say? No smart retorts, Ms. Grant?”

“No… no, Mr. Winters. I see what you mean.”

And I did. He was still a prick… but he was right. I needed to be more careful.

He didn’t say anything further, which I took to be my cue to make myself scarce. I fled for the door.

“Oh, Ms. Grant?”

I closed my eyes, my hand on the doorjamb. I was so close! I faced him once more.

He held up a bill, the image of Benjamin Franklin clear on its face. “Is that pile of shit on wheels out there your car?”

God! What an asshole!

“The Honda? That’s mine. And there’s nothing wrong with it. I know it may not seem like much to you, but it takes care of me just fine.”

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