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“W…what…?” My voice is barely a whisper. The picture he painted got my blood rushing and my heart racing.
“Hmmm, yes, I think you are…” he jerks away from me abruptly and smirks my way. “Too bad you would never open your legs for me, am I right?” And there it is! My reality check. I scoff and turn away from him. There is no reason for the demon to see what he just did to me.
“I’m working, and you are interrupting, Mr. Locke.”
He’s a disrespectful manwhore. He’s a disrespectful manwhore. He’s a disrespectful manwhore.I chant to myself to keep my body from doing something really stupid.
“Now, is this any way to thank me for your gift?” He asks me, and for a second, I’m bewildered and still very much intoxicated by his scent.
“Gift?”
“Aha, the one your cute ass is currently sitting on.”
I school my features not to give away that stupid love-sick reaction of mine. I already suspected the chair coming from him, but now he has confirmed it, and I’m unsure what to say. “I already thanked you in the morning.”
“Nah, I didn’t like that one. But dinner? Yes, that will suffice.”
“Dinner?” I arch my eyebrows at him.
“Yes, Lexi, have dinner with me,” Landon doesn’t ask; he simply demands with his powerful tone and imposing stature.
“I’m not cooking for you again,” I quickly snap back.
He crosses his arms in front of his chest, showcasing the hours he spends in the gym and making me weaker. I mean, even worse than I already was. “I never said anything about you cooking, although I’d trade that for a restaurant any day.”
Ummm, what? He likes my food better than the restaurant one?
“Come on, Kitten. We will be late for our reservation.”
“Stop calling me that, and I haven’t agreed to go anywhere with you yet. Besides, I’m not dressed for a restaurant outing,” I say and continue typing my report on the computer.
Landon leans over my chair from the back once again. His hands are caging me on both sides as his palms are resting on my desk, and his face is next to my cheek.
This hot and cold routine is giving me whiplash.
And wet panties…
“Miss Ellis, if you care to look down, the straining of my pants in the cock region will tell you exactly how good you look right now.”
Damn it, damn it, damn it. I want to look down. I really, really want to look down, but I won’t.
Biting my lower lip, I shake my head, and I’m not entirely sure if it’s for his sake or my own.
“No?” He asks. “Fine, then I’ll use my words,” Landon flips my chair to make me face him. “You look good enough to eat. The most perfect little dessert. Good enough to drive me fucking crazy this whole day. Your ass is utter perfection in those red pants of yours, and this little skin-tight white shirt you have under your red blazer molds your tits like a sculpture, leaving nothing for my imagination. Your hair screams for me to bury my fingers in it, and your plush, pink-glossed lips are taunting me to lick that lipstick off. No, bite it off,” Landon finishes and smiles seductively at me. “Too bad you won’t open your legs for me, right?” The asshole taunts me. And if I thought my heart rate was up before, now, I’m in pre-heart attack mode. I refuse to answer him, or more accurately, I can’t. He muted me.
Bastard.
“Now that I convinced you of your good looks, can we go?”
“Fine, but drop the man-whore act, Mr. Locke,” I say with a somewhat normal voice and get up from my chair, take my purse, and head toward the elevator.
“As you wish, Kitten.” He strides behind me.
“What did I say about that nickname?”
“You just told me it’s your most favorite name in the world, and your panties get a little wetter each time I call you that.” I blow out an angry breath and count to ten under my breath.
“Are you counting, Miss Ellis?”
