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He walks around to stand behind the desk once again.
"Leave." He sits down in his chair, then pulls out his phone and begins to tap on the screen.
"Excuse me?" I gape at him. Is he going to ignore what he did? He touched my ass. I didn’t imagine it. As if that weren't enough, he grabbed a hold of my hips like… like a lover would do. And then, he slid his hands up my body, his fingers reaching the top of my chest as he reached under my arms and lifted me, before dragging his fingers back down to my hips. I liked it, but that’s not the point. He patted my butt, then manhandled me as he, heput you back on your feet. And stood there with his hands on your hips. And you didn’t say a word. Nope, nah. Not a peep out of you, missy. So, are you going to tell him off?
I open my mouth, but what comes out is, "You’re not giving me the job?"
"Thought you didn’t want the job?" He doesn’t look up from his phone as he speaks.
"I… I… Uh, I changed my mind."
He continues scrolling on his phone.
"I… ah… realized I would be stupid to turn down this opportunity."Also, the touch of your hand on my body sent me into a tizzy. Can you please, please touch me all over, especially in that place between my legs which, right now, is so empty? Gah, stop thinking about him in that fashion. He’s going to be your boss, remember?
I shuffle my feet, stare at his bent head, but he shows no sign of having heard me.
"Hello, Knight—"
"Did I give you permission to call me by my name?"
I swallow. "Mr. Warren, uh, are you not offering me the job? Was this an interview?" I laugh, but the sound is so nervous, I wince. I hunch my shoulders. "Uh, I thought I had the role when I came here and—" I promptly forget what I’m going to say, for he’s looking up from his phone. Those green eyes—now, a cold emerald with no hint of the gold or silver flecks I saw earlier—bore into me.
"If this had been a real interview, you’d have never gotten through it. That wasnotan interview. Congratulations, you managed to fail that, too. And no, you didn’t have the job when you walked in here. In fact, you still don’t have the job."
"B-b-but Abby said—"
He sighs. "Yes. Thereisthat. I trust my sister’s judgment, and for some reason, she feels it’s a good idea for you to become my assistant."
"So, youaregiving me the job."
"I never said that."
"Th-th-then…"
He yawns. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Spell what out?"
"If I were to give you the job, you’d fall for me. And that would be unfortunate—for you, not me. You understand? So, it’s best you leave." He jerks his chin toward the door, then turns back to his phone.
I’m gaping again. My mouth is wide open. If my jaw could physically hit the floor, that’s where it’d be. The ego of this guy! "I'd fall for you?" I snort. "I have a line of men queuing up to date me, and trust me, they are all much better looking, and far more personable, and much more gentlemanly than you."
He arches an eyebrow. "You don’t want a gentleman."
"Eh?" I blink.
"You want a man who’ll throw you down on the floor, tear off your clothes, lick your pussy and keep licking it while ordering you not to come. Then, when you’re drenched and trembling, you want him to order you to crawl to him and suck his cock like a good girl."
A shudder oscillates up my body. Fires seem to light up in each and every cell. Heat flushes my cheeks.Oh god, oh god, oh god. Did he talk dirty to me?I should admonish him, yell at him, then leave. So why am I standing here trembling, with my pussy clamping down and coming up empty?
His gaze narrows. For the first time since I walked into the office, there’s a flare of something in his eyes. He puts down his phone and tilts his head. It’s the gesture of a predator who’s caught a whiff of his prey. Then, he jerks his chin toward the door, before he looks down at his phone again.
That’s it, I’m dismissed?
I blink, pivot on my heel, walk toward the doorway, push open the door, then pause. I turn to glance at him over my shoulder. "Oh, Mr. Warren?"
I wait until he raises his gaze to meet mine.
