What a pleasant thought. Especially as my desk was the first line of defense for said lunatic if they came to see us via the forty-fourth floor. They better teach me some damn good moves then.
At lunch that day, Frances gave me directions of how to get to the training facility and what to expect. I checked my watch. Three more hours.
All week I’d had Neil up my arse demanding I allow him to take me home. I’d always said no, or tried to find an alternative through Ian. If the weather cooperated, I brought good shoes for walking in my bag and changed at the station. Unfortunately the weather was not my friend at the moment. Pouring rain and very cold, just like the night Neil and I had our blow up. The reminder of that night put me in a very foul mood, and because I knew he’d insist on taking me home anyway.
Aaaand, there was his email sitting in my inbox when I got back from lunch.
TO: emorrison @bsiltd.co.uk
No ditching me today. I’m driving you home. N
I had a legitimate excuse to use on him though, and that made me grin as I replied to his message. I was not going to allow him to bully me over it. Quite frankly I didn’t even know what he was doing lately. Leaving coffees and treats on my desk when I stepped away. Emails. Texts. He had to be watching me on a security cam in order to know when I left my station. Privacy much, Neil? And what a waste of his work day. I was thoroughly annoyed with him.
TO: nmcmanus @bsiltd.co.uk
No, I can’t. Have a required self-def. training class today after work. E
Take that, Mr. Overbearing, I thought as I pressed send.
My victory was very short lived.
That and the fact he must’ve been sitting at his desk with his email open because he replied almost instantly.
TO: emorrison @bsiltd.co.uk
I’ll wait for you to finish your class then.
His response made me angry and I told myself I wasn’t going to stand for it another second. I kept reminding myself of that as I left my station and passed through the doors. I marched my way straight down to his office.
His secretary, Susie, smiled at me as I passed by her desk. I smiled back and said hello as if it were the most normal thing in the world to storm into Neil’s office with intent to murder him. No apologies for speaking the truth.
Then I barged in.
His head snapped up from where he’d been studying his computer screen. Probably composing another direct command to me via email.
“No you won’t.” I said tightly, my arms folded beneath my br**sts.
The corner of his mouth turned up a little as if I amused him. It made me want to smack it off him.
“Oh I most definitely will, Elaina,” he said very softly.
His jaw ticked and his eyes roved over me leisurely. From the strappy black heels on my feet, up my legs, over my body, to linger in the vicinity of my br**sts a little longer than the rest, and then kept going north until he rested them on my face. The look he gave me was one of pure, abandoned, dirty, sex. I could feel it crackling in the air between us and the effect was one that rendered me wet between my legs and struggling for breath in an instant. If he tried anything with me I was doomed. I swallowed and tried to hold back the shiver threatening to reduce me to a quivering mass on his office floor.
He saw everything.
This is bad.
“Why—why are you doing this to me, Neil?”
“Doing what? Driving you home so you don’t have to walk in the rain?”
“Yes! No, I mean—I mean why are you doing this?”
“This?”
“Don’t be an arsehole for making me say it.”
“Sorry, babe, but being an arsehole suits me right now. What is the this that’s bothering you so much?”
“Neil…please stop. I—can’t take it from you day in and day out.”
“But you’re wrong about that, beautiful girl. You can take it.” He winked. “And you still haven’t told me what the this is, Elaina. He tilted his head at me then, now he was the one with arms folded.
I can’t take him calling me beautiful girl and winking at me, I do know that! I was so out of here.
“Well, I’m waiting.”
He was going to make me say it, the bastard. What was wrong with him at the moment, anyway?
“Pursuing me at work every day like it matters,” I finally yelled. “If you don’t want m-me—then why are you on me every goddamn day?”
Oh, God. Did I just ask that?
He stood up from his desk and took a step in my direction. He didn’t say anything as he stalked forward. I don’t know what he intended to do when he got to me, but the instinct to run flashed through my head. Neil was a dangerous predator right, and I was pretty much the helpless prey.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, backing up until I was pressed against the wall.
He just kept coming at me until I was penned in, his arms blocking an exit on either side of my shoulders.
“I’m showing you that running away is not gonna work anymore, Elaina.” He brought his face up close to my neck and inhaled. “Mmmmm…you don’t really want to run from me now anyway. I can smell it.
Dear Lord.
I shook my head at him trying to ward off the intoxication from his bloody scent of pure male domination that did far more to render me useless than alcohol ever could.
“What do you want from me?” I whispered up against his stubbly jaw, my lips so close, I could press them against his skin with barely any effort. I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped me.
He removed one hand from the wall and touched between my br**sts with the backs of two fingers. He drew them up slowly, dragging them along my sensitive skin, higher until he reached my throat and then my neck, up my jaw and then finally to my lips.
I was so aroused; I probably could have an orgasm if he told me to. It wouldn’t take much for me to arrive at that blissful place with him. It had been so long since we’d been together, but my body remembered. All. Too. Well.
He pushed his two fingers into my mouth. I let him.
“I want this, Cherry.”
He brought his lips very close to mine, his fingers still on my tongue, probing, slick from my saliva.
“I want this mouth screaming my name when I’m inside you and you’re about to come. I want you in my bed so we can f**k all night long…over and over until you’re a slave to it—just as you used to be.”
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I was really grateful for the wall because I would have slid down to the floor in a boneless heap if it wasn’t bracing me.
At lunch that day, Frances gave me directions of how to get to the training facility and what to expect. I checked my watch. Three more hours.
All week I’d had Neil up my arse demanding I allow him to take me home. I’d always said no, or tried to find an alternative through Ian. If the weather cooperated, I brought good shoes for walking in my bag and changed at the station. Unfortunately the weather was not my friend at the moment. Pouring rain and very cold, just like the night Neil and I had our blow up. The reminder of that night put me in a very foul mood, and because I knew he’d insist on taking me home anyway.
Aaaand, there was his email sitting in my inbox when I got back from lunch.
TO: emorrison @bsiltd.co.uk
No ditching me today. I’m driving you home. N
I had a legitimate excuse to use on him though, and that made me grin as I replied to his message. I was not going to allow him to bully me over it. Quite frankly I didn’t even know what he was doing lately. Leaving coffees and treats on my desk when I stepped away. Emails. Texts. He had to be watching me on a security cam in order to know when I left my station. Privacy much, Neil? And what a waste of his work day. I was thoroughly annoyed with him.
TO: nmcmanus @bsiltd.co.uk
No, I can’t. Have a required self-def. training class today after work. E
Take that, Mr. Overbearing, I thought as I pressed send.
My victory was very short lived.
That and the fact he must’ve been sitting at his desk with his email open because he replied almost instantly.
TO: emorrison @bsiltd.co.uk
I’ll wait for you to finish your class then.
His response made me angry and I told myself I wasn’t going to stand for it another second. I kept reminding myself of that as I left my station and passed through the doors. I marched my way straight down to his office.
His secretary, Susie, smiled at me as I passed by her desk. I smiled back and said hello as if it were the most normal thing in the world to storm into Neil’s office with intent to murder him. No apologies for speaking the truth.
Then I barged in.
His head snapped up from where he’d been studying his computer screen. Probably composing another direct command to me via email.
“No you won’t.” I said tightly, my arms folded beneath my br**sts.
The corner of his mouth turned up a little as if I amused him. It made me want to smack it off him.
“Oh I most definitely will, Elaina,” he said very softly.
His jaw ticked and his eyes roved over me leisurely. From the strappy black heels on my feet, up my legs, over my body, to linger in the vicinity of my br**sts a little longer than the rest, and then kept going north until he rested them on my face. The look he gave me was one of pure, abandoned, dirty, sex. I could feel it crackling in the air between us and the effect was one that rendered me wet between my legs and struggling for breath in an instant. If he tried anything with me I was doomed. I swallowed and tried to hold back the shiver threatening to reduce me to a quivering mass on his office floor.
He saw everything.
This is bad.
“Why—why are you doing this to me, Neil?”
“Doing what? Driving you home so you don’t have to walk in the rain?”
“Yes! No, I mean—I mean why are you doing this?”
“This?”
“Don’t be an arsehole for making me say it.”
“Sorry, babe, but being an arsehole suits me right now. What is the this that’s bothering you so much?”
“Neil…please stop. I—can’t take it from you day in and day out.”
“But you’re wrong about that, beautiful girl. You can take it.” He winked. “And you still haven’t told me what the this is, Elaina. He tilted his head at me then, now he was the one with arms folded.
I can’t take him calling me beautiful girl and winking at me, I do know that! I was so out of here.
“Well, I’m waiting.”
He was going to make me say it, the bastard. What was wrong with him at the moment, anyway?
“Pursuing me at work every day like it matters,” I finally yelled. “If you don’t want m-me—then why are you on me every goddamn day?”
Oh, God. Did I just ask that?
He stood up from his desk and took a step in my direction. He didn’t say anything as he stalked forward. I don’t know what he intended to do when he got to me, but the instinct to run flashed through my head. Neil was a dangerous predator right, and I was pretty much the helpless prey.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, backing up until I was pressed against the wall.
He just kept coming at me until I was penned in, his arms blocking an exit on either side of my shoulders.
“I’m showing you that running away is not gonna work anymore, Elaina.” He brought his face up close to my neck and inhaled. “Mmmmm…you don’t really want to run from me now anyway. I can smell it.
Dear Lord.
I shook my head at him trying to ward off the intoxication from his bloody scent of pure male domination that did far more to render me useless than alcohol ever could.
“What do you want from me?” I whispered up against his stubbly jaw, my lips so close, I could press them against his skin with barely any effort. I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped me.
He removed one hand from the wall and touched between my br**sts with the backs of two fingers. He drew them up slowly, dragging them along my sensitive skin, higher until he reached my throat and then my neck, up my jaw and then finally to my lips.
I was so aroused; I probably could have an orgasm if he told me to. It wouldn’t take much for me to arrive at that blissful place with him. It had been so long since we’d been together, but my body remembered. All. Too. Well.
He pushed his two fingers into my mouth. I let him.
“I want this, Cherry.”
He brought his lips very close to mine, his fingers still on my tongue, probing, slick from my saliva.
“I want this mouth screaming my name when I’m inside you and you’re about to come. I want you in my bed so we can f**k all night long…over and over until you’re a slave to it—just as you used to be.”
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I was really grateful for the wall because I would have slid down to the floor in a boneless heap if it wasn’t bracing me.
