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She’s a tiny little thing with her tight waist that flares into a bite-worthy ass. My hands itch to yank her close and bend her over my desk while she begs me to fuck her. Maybe then, I wouldn’t be so distracted if her scent marked my office.
Or it just might make everything worse.
“Is this the office you want me to design, Dash?”
“Mr. Stern.” She blinks rapidly when I correct her in a cold voice. I need to establish boundaries and curb my instincts to hold her every time she’s close. Leaning back in my chair, I explain, “I don’t allow my employees to call me by my first name.”
Her lips curl as she retorts, “But you can call me kitten?”
“You’re not the boss here, kitten. I am, and what I say goes.” I smirk as I rub my chin and quirk an eyebrow. “Besides, I didn’t think you would mind.”
“Well, I do.”
“I don’t care. Now take a seat.”
She doesn’t move right away in a show of defiance while I let her hold the illusion she has any control. I have learnt that this is her first solo project, so I already know she won’t break so easily and I watch as she steps forward and sits down.
She takes her time—not looking up—as she pulls out a few files from her bag and lays it on my desk methodically. Her long lashes blink twice before she raises her eyes to mine and speaks, “I’m not your employee, Mr. Stern. I’ll work with you, once you decide, and not for you. Better for you not to get any wrong ideas.”
All she makes me think of are bad ideas. The kind that destroys lives. Like messing up her red siren lips with my teeth.
Locking her away in a tower so no man can lay their eyes on her.
To make hermine.
“Do you talk back to all your clients?” I ask, instead of spilling my secrets.
“Just the ones who disrespect me,” she answers with an innocent smile.
I’m impressed by her confidence but that doesn't mean I’ll let her get away with it. “If you want my respect, then start showing up on time and don’t flirt with my friends.”
Her eyes flare and she grits out, “I wasn’t flirting with Justin.”
“It didn’t look that way to me from the smile on your face and the close proximity between you two,” I growl, my calm vanishing. “Or were you asking him to be your fake husband after I said no?”
“Maybe I was, but guess what?” she sasses. “It’s none of your fucking business,Mr. Stern.”
“Then he better have said no, kitten,” I warn darkly. “Because you’re mistaken if you think I’m going to watch you parade around on his arm.”
“Try and stop me.”
“I’ll only say this once, so listen carefully.” I grunt, holding her defiant stare. “If I see you anywhere near Justin, I’ll tell your father the truth.”
“That’s it,” she grumbles, hastily standing up and stuffing her things into her bag. “No amount of money is worth this.”
Her hair flies as she whips around to leave, and I bark harshly, “Take one more step and I’ll call your boss. I wonder what she’ll think when I tell her that you go around propositioning your wealthy clients for marriage.”
She halts while a shiver races down her spine. It’s obviously laced with tension. Her small fists clench by her sides as she whirls around and glares. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Dash. My life is not your playground for your threatening games. Go get your kicks somewhere else.”
Her chest heaves with exertion once she stops her rant and stomps her foot while anger pinches her features. My dick chooses this moment to harden at the display of her emotion like a sick fuck. My mind, on the other hand, screams she’s never looked more beautiful.
Thankfully, she isn’t privy to my thoughts.
It’ll only piss her off more.
“Stay away from Justin and my threats go away,” I order, my tone nonnegotiable. “Don’t get fooled by his charm, Bianca. It’s a smokescreen to hide his own baggage. Do you understand me?"
My eyes narrow when a little Cheshire cat-like smile graces her lips and she covers the distance between us, the expression on her face nothing less than smugness and mischievousness. I don’t visibly react as she puts her hands on my desk and leans forward, giving me a sexy view of her cleavage.
