Page 22 of Borden 3

“What?”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I heard you the first time.”

“You didn’t respond.”

“Like the way you didn’t respond when I asked you ten times for her pay raise?”

“You didn’t need to ask. You’re giving it to her anyway.”

“You still need to hear about it.”

“I don’t think so.” He paused now, and I felt his stare. He watched me for some time. I felt my spine straighten. His attention always felt like the sun warming my skin. Then, “You’re giving yourself a pay raise too, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you bet,” I returned swiftly. “Five percent more for dealing with your bullshit dialogue.”

“You like what I say.”

“How did I give you that impression?”

“You fuck me on the daily.”

“Doesn’t mean I like your bullshit dialogue.”

“You scream my name right after I tell you all about the filthy fucking things I want to do to you in those teasing pencil skirts you wear.” Now he hummed thoughtfully to himself. “I would say you love my bullshit dialogue.”

“Stop talking, Borden.”

“Then sit on my face.”

I paused, staring incredulously down at my keyboard. My cheeks burned. Goddammit.

“Look at you,” he said, amused. “I’ve painted you in my cum from head to toe and you still blush at me like a nun.”

“Borden,” I stressed in an irritated voice, but I was far from irritated. I fought back a smile, and the tingles that always ran rampant when he spoke like this.

“Emma,” he returned.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. I clamped my mouth shut and resumed payroll. There were too many employees to take care of. I didn’t have the time to deal with these pointless conversations.

He still stared at me, though.

He wouldn’t stop.

I paused to take a sip of my orange juice because god fucking forbid I drank a bit of coffee in the office.

I resumed, finishing up Linda’s hours, still feeling incredibly self conscious because his chair had turned in my direction, and his eyes hadn’t left my face. He began to tap his pen against the desk. It didn’t even follow a rhythm. He just did it out of sync, like he was trying to be annoying.

“Emma,” he said. This time his voice was quieter. He was probing my mood. Trying to get me to look at him so he could read my expression. Arrogant bastard had to look at me just once to know what I was feeling.

And what was I feeling? Well, I didn’t need him to know I was fighting my hardest not to squirm from his attention. Time didn’t seem to dull what his gaze did to me. It was always one damned look and we were fuck rabbits all over again. He, too, was never satiated. Borden’s sexual appetite was an inferno. The man could happily fuck me to death.

“Emma.” This time I felt the expectancy in my name.

“I’m busy,” I returned, sternly.

“Emma.” Now it came out sultry. The way he said it when he murmured my name in my ear when he fucked me slowly.

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