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My mouth was suddenly dry, the flutter of excitement unwanted.
“If I say yes?” He had to be kidding me. I was incensed, although fully aroused. That disgusted me more than anything.
“Then I’ll personally provide a brief tour but only because of your compliance.”
I thought about his offer, my throat tightening. “And if I say no?”
He took a deep breath, stroking his thumb back and forth across my lips. Nothing had ever felt so sensual or intimate.
“Then while I’m enjoying lunch with Trent Abbot, I’ll need to mention that I was accosted by one of his junior level attorneys. Given the amount of money I’ve spent with his firm over the years, I don’t think he’ll hesitate to take me up on my wishes.”
“Which are?”
“To have you fired, of course.”
“You fucking bastard. That’s blackmail.”
His grip tightened again, the man totally in control.
“Call it what you want, Ms. Winston. I made you an offer. I suggest you choose wisely. After all, as you pointed out, I do have issues discerning right from wrong. However, it’s your choice entirely. I might be considered a criminal element in your world, but I am an honorable man. Besides, I think you desire to be a very good little girl.”
My mind was a messy blur at first, but as he resumed stroking me as if petting his favorite kitty, I became lightheaded. The truth was that I might need to talk to him regarding the case. If he said anything to Trent, my career would be toast before it really began.
And I couldn’t put it past him to carry through with his threat. I also couldn’t deny or ignore the way the powerful man made me feel. It was as if all I could think about was pleasing him. “Fine. But I want the tour. No. You will keep your end of the bargain or else.”
“Or else,” he mused. “It would seem you’ve already forgotten the simple rules that you’re required to follow as well as the necessary respect. That’s something we’ll need to work on.” He released his hold, guiding me to my feet. “Remove your panties and lean over my desk.”
I glared at him, more shocked than I’d been before. Why was he really making me do this? Control? To assert his authority? Or simply because I’d challenged him? If I had to guess, I’d say all three.
While I wanted to hate him that much more, he was far more intriguing than I’d originally thought. He was also the most intimidating man I’d ever met. But goddamn him and his constant smirks. I was frozen to the spot, a mixture of repulsion and desire running uncontrollably throughout my system. Then I suddenly moved closer to his desk, my breathing labored to the point my chest was tight. I twisted slightly, using the front of my dress to cover my actions as I slipped my hands under the hem.
There was no clear answer as to why I was doing this, other than I felt compelled to follow his orders. Nothing like this had ever happened to me.
He watched me intently, his face devoid of expression. I was sick inside, horrified that I’d given him so much control. When I had my panties in my hand, he took two long strides toward me, yanking the thin lace from my fingers.
Flashes of the fantasy skipped through my mind like several bottle rockets. I expected him to command me to open my mouth but when he pocketed them, I gritted my teeth.
“You’ll get them back when you leave my club tonight.” He immediately reached for his belt buckle.
My inability to take my eyes off what he was doing churned in my stomach. He was perhaps the most handsome yet irritating man I’d ever met. But a sick part of me wanted his praise for being… oh, my God. I’d left the real Lark in the club downstairs.
“Lean over my desk. You will learn obedience.”
He made the statement as if he’d be personally in charge of requiring that to happen. I did as he commanded, my legs shaking the entire time. As the seconds ticked by, the sound of him removing his belt through the tight loops filtering into my mind, I was certain I’d be sick. The apprehension was worse than waiting to hear if I’d passed the bar exam. The biggest reason why was that he was the one doling out the punishment.
Oh, God. How had I gotten myself into such a horrible mess in the first place?
Thank God his office didn’t look anything like the one in my dream or I wouldn’t be able to go through with this.
And I was never going to crawl to him on my knees. Not a chance on God’s little green earth.
After a few seconds, I realized that my butt was on display for anyone who walked into the office, which was also different than the dream.
By the time Lachlan approached, I was so anxious I was certain I was about to have a heart attack. When I jerked up, I immediately felt his hand pressed against the small of my back.
“Relax, Lark.”
Relax. Was he kidding me? How in God’s name could I relax when he had a thick piece of leather in his hand? I took gulping breaths, ready to admit just how far in over my head I was. Maybe if I begged he wouldn’t divulge my mortal sins. Or maybe he’d find a more horrific way to blackmail me.
