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"That’s because they are not you."What the—? Where did that come from?
A wrinkle appears between her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"That I ensure nothing impacts the bottom line. Ergo, I do what’s needed, to create an environment that results in optimal efficiency."
"I’m still not sure—"
There's a tap on the door before one of the kitchen staff wheels a food trolley into the room. "Where would you like this served, Mr. Chase?"
I rise to my feet and walk over to the seating area on the right side of my desk. "Here is good.” I gesture to the coffee table.
He slides the two covered plates on either side of the table, then whisks off the dome shaped covers. "Enjoy." He half bows, then spins around and leaves.
Mira rises to her feet but makes no move to approach the food.
I take a chair and gesture to the settee on the opposite side.
When she stays unmoving, I tilt my head. "You need to eat."
"I don’t understand you." She locks her fingers together in front of herself.
"What’s not to understand? I ordered us an early lunch, since you didn’t eat breakfast."
"But I told you I ate."
I stare at her.
"Well, anyway, that’s not the point. What I don’t understand is, why do you care whether I’ve eaten or not?"
"Because it’s going to be difficult for you to focus on an empty stomach."
The sound of her stomach growling fills the room. She flushes. "Fine, have it your way." She stomps over, throws herself onto the couch, then stares at the food.
"It’s not poisoned." I reach for my fork, scoop up some of the black truffle risotto from her plate, bring it to my mouth and wipe the tines clean. I glance up to find her gaze fixed on my lips. I run my tongue across the seam of them, and she swallows. I chew, swallow, then scoop up more of her risotto and offer it to her. "Open."
She raises her gaze to mine, then slowly parts her lips.
"Good girl," I murmur.
The pulse at the base of her throat kicks up.Oh, she likes that.I slide the fork over her tongue. She closes her mouth around it, and when I pull it back, the tines are clean. She chews, and her gaze widens.
"Good?"
She nods.
I scoop up more of the food and hold it to her mouth. Then watch as she closes her lips around the fork, as she flicks the tip of her pink tongue around the tines and picks off the food, as she chews and swallows. I place the fork down, then reach out with my fingers.
She flinches.
I pause. "You have a bit of food at the corner of your mouth."
"Oh?" She sweeps her tongue to the right-hand corner of her lips, and my cock, which already thickened from watching her eat, jumps in excitement.Interesting.This reaction of my body to her every move is fascinating. And unwelcome.
"Is it gone?" she asks in an anxious voice.
"May I?"
She hesitates, then nods. I close the distance to her face, scoop up the cream on the left corner of her lips, then bring it to my mouth and suck it off.
