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My wolf spins and snarls, like a beast in a cage. He’s ready to tear the building apart, as if someone kidnapped her. Or–fate forbid–she quit again.
Calm down. I force myself to fill my lungs with air. She’s probably in the restroom. She was at her desk when I went by a moment ago.
Still, I find myself stalking through the top floor to make sure. I don’t catch her scent near the restrooms, nor is she in the kitchen. I have to loosen my tie because I’m too hot under my collar.
I throw open the conference room door, catching the whites of every employees’ eyes before I shut it again.
Not in there.
The elevator dings, and Madison exits in the wool coat I bought her carrying two trays of coffees.
“Where were you?” I demand, even though it’s quite obvious. Like the proactive assistant she is, she already gathered drink orders. “You don’t pick up their coffee orders.”
Madison blinks. “I…do, though.”
“No. Just for the executive team. And I don’t want you doing that anymore, either. From now on, you’ll get them delivered. You don’t step away from that desk unless I give you leave.” I point at the desk as if I’d grounded her, and she left her room without permission.
I know my behavior’s over the top. I’m not sure if I’m subconsciously trying to sabotage our tenuous relationship so she quits again because I can’t take this torture, or if I am really this on edge, and I can’t dial it back anymore.
Fortunately, Madison keeps her cool. “I’m going to bring these coffees into the conference room, and then I’ll come straight to your office.” She holds my gaze with those wide, intelligent eyes.
I hesitate. The stormy part of me doesn’t want to be mollified, but the eye contact settles my wolf. “Fine.” I turn and stalk back to my office.
A moment later, she’s in the doorway, pulling off her coat as she enters. “Yes, sir?”
Yes, sir. Yes. Sir. She thinks I want something.
Damn straight I do. I want something from her right here and now.
I frown at her.
“Are you–” she hesitates. “Are you angry that I saw the inner workings of your family? Is that what’s bothering you?”
I give her massive points for trying to call me out on my shit.
I get up from the desk and stalk toward her, taking her coat and shutting the door behind her.
“No.”
My answer surprises me, but it’s true. I’m actually grateful Madison witnessed my family dynamic with the compassion and understanding she brought.
She straightens the skirt on a black peek-a-boo dress with shoulder cutouts. The need to lick the bare skin there makes it hard to think straight.
“Is it the Benson deal?”
“No. Well, partly.” I give an impatient wave of my hand and toss her coat onto my chair. I want her scent there when she leaves.
I don’t mean to do it. One second she’s standing in front of me, the next moment, I have her pinned against the wall, one of my thighs insinuated between her legs, one hand cradling the side of her neck.
Madison gasps and clings to my arms as I shove my nose into her hair and breathe in that delectable scent.
“I’m not supposed to fuck you.” My voice is crushed granite.
Madison squirms against me, but not to get away. She rocks her pelvis down over my thigh, rubbing her damp sex against my suit pants.
“You’re not…” She sucks in another breath. “Is that what they told you after Thanksgiving? When you were standing out in the snow together?”
I don’t know why I’m still surprised by her sharp intelligence.
