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“Can we sit, please?” She huffs, pointing toward the conference table. “My neck will go stiff if I have to keep staring up at you.”
“There goes my fantasy of seeing you kneel naked at my feet,” I tease seductively.
“Pervert.”
“Any man would be after taking one look at you.”
She looks away when a blush darkens her cheeks pink. Something the old her would never have done. Maybe it’s what drives me to tease her every time I’m near. It must be driving her insane too.
“Just take a seat, Dash,” she rushes to say and walks toward the chair next to her. When she sidesteps me, I wind my arm around her tiny waist, pick her up, and drop her on the desk in front of me. Before she has a chance to protest, I pull her knees apart and settle between them.
Her jaw drops and she gazes at the closed door behind her before pushing at me. I take her hands and rest them on her sides with mine on top. Again, her tits heave underneath her soft blazer, making me want to pull down the neckline of her shirt and bite the hard tips.
“This is better.”
“Put me down!” she growls.
“I forgot how small you are,” I tease, unable to help myself.
“Or maybe you’re just too damn big.”
“I distinctly remember you drooling over my muscles when you left scratch marks on my back.”
The night I claimed her virgin pussy lives in the dark corners of my mind rent-free. The silky feel of her walls as I shoved inside and her cry of pain and pleasure, it all came rushing back like a powerful wave. It was the only good memory about that night.
Bianca’s lips part on a gasp and I rub the bottom one until she bites down on my finger.
“I’m not afraid of some teeth, kitten.” My gaze darkens with heat as I lock them with her defiant ones. “Just know, I bite back harder. Now tell me about yourfakeproposal?”
“You weren’t always this bossy.” She sounds annoyed.
“How would you know?” I retort. “You never talked to me. Maybe I was always bossy and you’re just realizing it now.”
“Or maybe becoming a billionaire has gone to your head.”
“So you are stalking me.”
“What? No!” She scoffs, offended, yet flushing bright red. “I knew this was a terrible idea.”
“Fake marriages always are.”
My words make her bristle but a slight desperation crosses her eyes as she mulls them over. It makes my protective instincts, which always seem to surface around her, roar but I shove it down. As intrigued as I am, I’m not getting involved in her mess.
As if she’s come to the same realization, she tries tugging her hands that I’m still holding captive. Annoyed at myself that I can’t seem to resist touching and trapping her, I pull my hands back.
“Let’s just continue with our meeting,” she grumbles while pushing at my chest.
“No.”
“Okay, now you’re just doing it on purpose.”
I lean over her small frame, her hard nipples brushing against my chest, and grip her chin. “You can’t just ask me to marry you and then pretend like you didn’t. Unless you want me to walk out of here and take my business with me, you’ll explain everything.”
My no-nonsense tone that I use with my employees when I demand an answer has the same effect on Bianca. The only difference is that I don’t usually issue it with a threat.
Her fiery gaze doesn’t stray from mine as she reluctantly nods. Her lips twitch like she wants to hurl threats back at me but the fear of disappointing her boss is holding her back. I rest my fists on either side of her body and wait for her to speak.
Tension laces her shoulders while a sliver of sadness flickers across her gorgeous face. It tugs at parts of me that I no longer want to acknowledge.
