Page 10 of Bossed By the Orc

Penelope

I stepped out of the elevator doors into the lobby and the smile dropped from my face. Standing there, looking gorgeous and perfect, was Dristan. He appeared to be waiting for someone, so I tried to hurry past him. He didn’t allow it, blocking my path. I stared at the muscles bunching in front of my face as he kept me from leaving. The urge to lean forward and bite the smooth skin of his neck was hard to resist, but I managed. Barely. What was it about this male that got under my skin? Why were thoughts of him constantly popping up in my mind?

“You look different out of uniform,” he told me, his eyes sliding over my simple clothes—an old t-shirt and jeans. The jeans had seen better times, but they were holding together well, with a few peekaboos of thigh from the holes that I’d widened to look fashionable.

He swiped his wide tongue over his lips and I cursed myself as I felt my temperature rising with the movement. I wanted to feel that tongue on me. In fact, I’d dreamed exactly that the night before.

Dristan’s yellow eyes meeting mine as he tucked my legs over his powerful shoulders as his tongue swept out—

I stopped my thoughts in their tracks, staring helplessly ahead before trying to pass by him again. “Good night, sir,” I called, but he kept step with me, waving at one of the security guards as he did.

My mind was in full avoidance mode, so I waved, trying to outpace him. His big hand froze me in place as he wrapped those thick fingers around my wrist.

“It’s late. Let me drop you off at home.”

My eyes were bugging out, I was sure, but I shook my head firmly. “No, I’m fine. It’s not far.”

“Even better,” he drawled, shrugging those broad shoulders I’d just been picturing draping my legs over. “My car’s this way.”

He dragged me along behind him and I put up a pitiful fight, barely arguing with him out of shock. His hand over my wrist sent heat through me so fast I thought I was going to start sweating even though the air held a nighttime nip.

The SUV was huge and I imagined it was one of the few vehicles he could fit in comfortably. He opened the passenger door for me and some of my common sense spoke up.

This is insane. He could be a mass murderer and I’ll never be seen again.

“I’m fine, really—” I couldn’t get anything else out, because he was orc-handling me into the seat, his hands moving to strap the seatbelt over me. I was effectively trapped within a minute. His fingers brushing over my hip made me breathe faster. I looked up at him as he loomed over me, losing my breath over how big he was. This much sexy orc in close proximity to a female should be illegal. His gaze held mine as he adjusted the strap between my breasts and I almost swallowed my tongue.

He paused, releasing my stare and surveying his work before nodding with satisfaction. He was over to the driver’s seat before I could even think about unbuckling myself and escaping. He settled in, his bulky body shifting the entire SUV with his movement.

“My name’s Dristan,” he said, as if him driving me around was an everyday occurrence. “And you’re Penelope.”

I blinked at him but nodded, not sure what he was trying to get at.

“We can use each other’s first names. You’ll call me Dristan from now on,” he commanded and I could feel my hackles rising. “And I’ll call you Penelope.”

My anger died a quick death as my name rolled off his tongue. He said it like he owned it—owned me. I should hate it. I told myself I hated it, but deep down I didn’t.

Deep down it felt right for my name to fall so easily off of that tongue that I wanted to suck on for hours. I wanted him to scream my name. Bellowing it to the ceilings while we—

Damn it, my panties are wet again.

His head snapped in my direction and I saw his nostrils flare. Humiliation rushed through me.

Can he smell me? How aroused I am for him?

I wished I could just sink through the seat and disappear from embarrassment. I turned my face from his, pretending I was fiddling with my bag.

“Where do you live?” he muttered, starting the SUV. The way he said it made me feel like we were tucked away in a bubble of intimacy he didn’t want to burst.

Determined to pop the hell out of it, I rattled off my address as if he was a rideshare. He glanced over at me but didn’t say a word.

He didn’t even set the GPS as he drove off. My apartment was nearby, but how did he know how to get there? It was in a bad part of the city and I was certain this exceedingly rich male had never been there before.

When he pulled up to the front of my building, I looked up at it, wondering what it looked like from his eyes. He’d probably see a shithole that was barely taken care of—crumbling walls and rusted fire escapes and broken windows. Even as heat flooded my face, I told myself that his opinion didn’t matter.

“Thank you,” I chirped, struggling to seem unaffected by him. I reached out to open the door, but his big palm on my wrist stopped me.

Startled, I turned to face him. His yellow eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the car.

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