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“What the fuck?” His booming voice echoes off the walls of the room as I blindly scramble to exit, tripping in the process and landing in a heap on the hard floor. A sharp pain shoots through my knee. Suddenly, his warm hands are on my arms, helping me back to my feet.
Oh god, please have the towel back on. Please, please, please.
Slowly, I turn to look at him, my face flaming with embarrassment.
“Why are you in my bedroom, Miss Emmert?”
I’m too shocked to answer him, so instead of explaining, my eyes bulge.
“You know my name?” He crooks a brow at me, and I shake my head. “Sorry, Beth asked me to come here, and have you sign uh—” I look around and see the papers still on the floor. Dropping to my hands and knees, I crawl around to pick them up. “This contract.”
“Is that right?”
I sit back on my heels, papers in hand, and look up at Alexander Snow. He’s looking down at me, wearing nothing but a towel.
My eyes drop to the dirty blond hair peppering his chest and winding its way down his defined abs, calling attention to the chiseled V at the base of his stomach.
This man is a walking, talking thirst trap. Every fantasy about a sexy, dominating playboy has come to life before my very eyes, and here I am, kneeling at his feet while he’s practically naked.
“And here I thought Santa was just rewarding me for being extra good this year,” he says with a wry grin.
CHAPTER2
Alex
Istare down at timid Miss Emmert on her knees before me, a fantasy I’ve had no less than a hundred times since I first laid eyes on her two years ago.
What I wouldn’t give to see her eyes drop down to my lap as she begs me to let her taste it.
“Stand up,” I say; and she scrambles to her feet, her cheeks still glowing. I appreciate her obedience, and I’d love to test the boundaries of just how far it goes. But I know with nothing but a towel covering my cock, I’m about ten seconds from having a serious situation on my hands.
“I don’t really like doing business without clothes on. Why don’t you go wait in the living room so I can get dressed?” I wink at her, and she spins around on her heels so fast that she’s practically already out of the room and down the hall before I can finish the question.
I take my time getting dressed, sliding on a crisp white button-down and a pair of navy dress pants. I walk down the hallway toward the living room to find her standing in front of the bay window, staring out over the lake.
“Now, where were we?” I ask, dipping my hands into my pockets as I come to stand beside her.
“This view…” She trails off, lost in thought, her big blue eyes scanning the horizon.
I take a moment to look at her—really look at her. Her full pouty lips are bare, a natural pink, with a perfect little cupid’s bow that runs up to her button nose. Her lashes are long and dark, accentuating her doll-like eyes. She’s absolutely gorgeous. She has the kind of beauty women pay to emulate with plastic surgery but can never fully achieve. And judging by her timid nature and the way she keeps her head down around the office, I’d bet money she has no idea the effect she has on men.
“Stunning,” I agree, not talking about the view. She turns her head to look at me.
“The contract.” She extends her arm, handing it over.
“Yes, the contract.” Taking it from her, I scan it with my eyes, making sure everything the client and I discussed with our lawyers is addressed before signing and handing it back.
“Thank you, I should head back,” she says, but it’s not very convincing. Her eyes drift back to the view. She steps a little closer to the window, her breath hitching as she anxiously peers over the ledge before stepping back again.
“Are you scared of heights?”
“A little.” She gives me a tremulous smile.
“Here.” I hold out my hand toward her and she looks at it then back up at me. “I’ll hold your hand and stand right next to you.”
“That’s okay.” She blushes but I reach for her hand anyway, gently grabbing it with mine. Her delicate fingers are slightly cold to the touch. She looks down to where we’re joined, and I half expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t. I take a step closer.
“It is a pretty long drop.” I playfully tug her hand and she gasps.
