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I want to call him. Ask him where we stand. But I already know, don’t I? He made it clear I wasn’t his date. The kiss was a fluke. A momentary weakness. There’s no reason for me to think it meant anything.
“Let me ask you this,” Aubrey says, rolling the twine between two fingers. “What would you have done if he’d invited you home with him? Would you have gone for it?”
I pretend to consider, but I don’t fool Aubrey.
“You totally would have.”
“In a heartbeat,” I admit. “I would have zero self-control when it came to him. Even though letting things go in that direction has Big Bad Idea written all over it.”
“Just go for it,” Aubrey says. “Wear one of those peek-a-boo dresses and seduce the hell out of him. I dare you.”
An engine starts somewhere inside of me. Not at the dare. At the thought of what Blackthroat would do if I did as Aubrey suggested.
He would definitely react–he hasn’t hidden that my body has an effect on him–a fact I absolutely love to pull out and chew on every night before I fall asleep when I may or may not have my fingers between my legs. I know he wouldn’t fire me over it. He would’ve done it the first time I wore a peek-a-boo dress after he told me not to.
But what would I be goading him into? A torrid office affair?
Ooh, that sounds kinky.
Well, why not? I’m young. I have sexual needs and desires. I’m working for a very hot Wall Street billionaire who has made it plain he’s turned on by me.
Yes, the whole situation will probably implode, but the thought of backpedaling after what happened last night depresses me.
I think I might go for it. Worst case scenario–I get fired or quit because it ruins things. I got this job–I can find another. Best case–I experience some really hot sex with a famous person and have a story to tell for the rest of my life. It’s like sleeping with a rock star while they’re on tour. I don’t expect I’ll mean anything to him, but it’s a merit badge in life experience.
* * *
Brick
Monday, Madison wears the shoes I sent her and another one of those damn window dresses. This time, it’s not quite so demure. Now that she tested me with the outrageous cleavage at the ball, she apparently thinks she can wear a push-up bra with her clingy window dress, and I won’t rip it off and ravish her.
Or maybe that’s what she wants.
That idea makes my dick so hard I have to stay in my chair and watch while she sashays around the office. I can’t even see straight, I'm so wound up. I’ve been that way since the kiss Friday night. I’m barely functional.
I stay in my office all day, avoiding getting too close to her.
That apparently pisses her off because she makes excuse after excuse to barge in, bring me things, leaning over my desk to give me excruciating views of her cleavage.
Finally, I can’t take it any more.
“Ms. Evans.” My voice is dangerous and low. “What are you doing in here?” I get up and stalk around my desk. I’m all predator right now, and she’s definitely my prey. No chance I’m leaving this office without tearing into her. Or sinking into her.
“What do you mean, sir?” Mock innocence.
She definitely wants it.
My gaze drops to her cleavage. “I told you not to wear these dresses.” I back her against the desk, getting far too close. Way up into her personal space. I glare down at the valley between her breasts.
She has the audacity to trace the inside window with her fingernail–still painted brick red from the ball. Slowly. Caressingly. Then she stops in the center and slides her finger down between her beautiful mounds.
I can’t stop myself. Fighting back my wolf’s need to conquer is an impossibility. And we’re alone here. The closest person is a floor away.
I snatch her wrist and bend her arm behind her back, turning her face down over the table. My other hand claps down on her ass before I can stop myself. Hard and firm. And then it stays there, my fingers tightening in a slow squeeze.
Her gasp still rings in my ears, but when she speaks it’s with the same silky voice she always uses. “I don’t recall this reprimand outlined in the employee handbook.”
“You’re still running that pretty little mouth, hmm?”
