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Yet she was a young, innocent little virgin. He was a man of the world and had seen things no man should. He was bigger than her. Stronger. More powerful than her. She belonged to him, and he could do anything he wanted to her, but she refused to go down without a fight.
He smothered the grin on his face. Maybe he’ll spank her later. Maybe he should tear up their fucking contract, assure her nothing would happen to Everry Place until the end of time, and let her go.
Stopping himself when her wetness dripped onto his fingers last night was the most excruciating kind of torture he had ever endured.
But he couldn’t take her where he was going. He might be a total bastard, moving her life around as long as the end result meant she was within his reach and his sight, but she didn’t belong in his world. He couldn’t do that to her.
Hunter stalled for a moment as his gaze flickered over the eight members of his board. This was the last deal he was making. But all he wanted to do was chase after her, remove her clothes, and bury his cock in her sweet tightness until he stopped breathing.
But with that thought came another.
What if he couldn’t let her go once he took her virginity?
Fuck.
Chapter Fourteen
As soon as she exited his office, Kensley gave in and let herself tremble uncontrollably. Every time she was in Hunter’s company, the after-effects ran hard and deep.
What was it about the man that made her forget she had such a thing as ice in her blood? Where were all the thoughts of her parents and her fear of being cheated on, or worse, her fear of being a sex-crazed maniac once she started? Those two issues had kept her awake for many nights in a row.
She felt nothing like this for Hugh, and he was considered quite attractive himself. Hugh didn’t make her want to take off her clothes and be touched. He had been her safety net.
She covered her face with her hands and emitted a silent scream into her palms. She assured herself again that everything was on track. She just needed to get through the day. Maybe she needed to sit down and knit a little.
Marcy grabbed her into the office before Kensley completely opened the door.
“Tell me everything, from the time you disappeared from the club. Wait, first, ugh, where’s your phone?” Marcy demanded, picking up the handbag Kensley had left in her office before she embarked on her raid on Hunter. The thing had died completely, and Marcy quickly plugged it in to charge.
“Now tell me everything,” she bawled, shaking Kensley’s shoulders.
She brought Marcy up to date because her friend would not let her say anything else until she knew everything. She sped through the events until she came to the part in the study.
“And then he spanked me. He spanked me, Marcy,” she cried, reliving her outrage all over again.
Marcy’s hands flew to her face in shock, amazement, and something else in her gaze. “Show me,” she shrieked. “Oh, my god, you have to show me.”
“I have a picture.” Kensley dug into her handbag and extracted the Polaroid.
“What?” Marcy asked, her jaw dropping open.
“He made me take a picture of my butt. Do you want to know why? So I could scrapbook it, so I don’t forget my ‘transgression.’” She added air quotes around the last word. “Can you imagine his arrogance?”
“Holy fuck. He spanked you, Kens. I can make out his handprint on your ass. Oh my god, Kensley, I knew it. I knew it. I knew he would have some kink, like a dom or something,” Marcy squealed.
“Well, it hurt,” Kensley snapped. “And those things only exist in romance novels. And I’m not staying there with him another night.” Although she knew she had as little choice in that matter as she did in chocolate being calorie-free.
“Just hear me out. The man is obsessed with you, Kensley. I mean, he brought you here, so you were close to him, and he brought me too because I’m your best friend. I mean,what, right? This place is like a hotel. There’s a staff restaurant. Like a real one. With a menu. You have Chelsea, and I have Jasmin, and they’re here to bring us coffee and croissants. There’s a gym. A massive gym with everything, including individual shower cubicles in a whole bathroom. And a sauna and a swimming pool. But wait for it....” Marcy picked up both her hands.
“There’s a massage room. With professional masseurs. And you can get a massage at any time you feel like it. Are you listening to me? A professional massage at work, any time we want. Did I mention that it includes a manicure and a pedicure? Can we please, please, please stay?”
Kensley sighed. It wasn’t as if she had a choice. He wasn’t going to move her back to High Cloud if she asked him nicely. Okay, so maybe she had blown that opportunity when instead of asking him nicely, she had tattooed his palm with a permanent marker in the wordsCaptain Controlling, and not to forget the thumbs down sign she added.
“I could do with a massage,” Kensley said begrudgingly. Besides, they could work remotely anyway, so it wasn’t as if her work would suffer.
“Hurray. I signed us up for 3 p.m.,” Marcy said with a don’t-be-mad smile on her face.
Kensley shook her head and sighed theatrically. She then checked her phone. Besides Marcy’s messages, there was one from Hunter himself.
