Page 73 of Anything To Be With You

I’ve been scribing for him for the last five hours. Typing and retyping what he has been dictating. Why, you ask? Because the asshole deleted the original when this whole shitstorm hit.

"I'm tempted to make you use the dictate function on here and do your own fucking work." I bark.

"Then I wouldn't need you, would I." He snaps back.

The tension in the room is as thick as fog rolling over a lake. I’m waiting for some knife wielding manic to bust in and stab me. Which I would welcome with open arms. We have been working long hours the last few weeks to get ready for court and I may or may not have threatened to do bodily harm to Luke a few dozen times.

"Maybe if you made a copy of the original, we wouldn’t be in this mess, Daniella." Luke snarls.

I fire out of his chair and lean over the desk. "Don’t you dare put the blame on me for this!" I shout and shove papers off his desk like a child having a temper tantrum. "I asked you if you wanted me to make a hard copy and you said, and I quote 'Not necessary Daniella.'" I mimic his voice.

Luke drops his fists on the desk and leans in. "You should’ve made a copy anyway." He growls.

"Oh no. No, no, no." I wave my hands in front of his face. "Around here it’s 'do as I say.' I try to do something different, and you rip a strip off me for hours. This is your fault, you douche nozzle."

He pushes off the desk and starts pacing the room.

Dani one, Luke zero.

I sit back down and wait for him to begin dictating. After five minutes of him just pacing the office, I reach into the drawer in his desk and grab a handful of elastic bands. "Do you plan on continuing or are you practicing for your runway show in Milan." I deadpan.

"Don’t start with your smart mouth, Daniella."

I shoot one at him, catching him right in the chest.

"Stop."

I fire off another one and another. Both bounce off his hard chest and stomach.

"Enough!" Luke roars.

I drop the rest of them on the desk and stand. "You know what? I’m done. It’s almost ten-thirty, I haven’t seen Mason in weeks. I’m tired and I’m going home." I say, marching around his desk and towards the door. His arm snags me around the waist, knocking me onto the couch.

I bounce and nearly fall off. This couch does not get used much. There isn’t even a butt groove for me to land in.

"You leave when I say you leave." Luke seethes.

A shiver runs down my spine. I hate the way I love when he gets like this. How deep his voice gets when he’s angry. I’ve been sex deprived for way too long.

"You can’t keep me here," I say.

"Can and will."

I slip my shoe off and propel myself off the couch, shoe in hand when he spins and corners me against the wall, next to the door.

"You better not be thinking what I know you’re thinking about doing with that shoe Ms. Carter."

Luke grabs both my wrists with one large hand, making me drop my shoe and pins them over my head, smashing his fist into the wall next to my hip, creating an indent. I feel the vibration from the force through my whole body and my nipples harden instantly.

The brute strength of this man is unreal. I’ve only ever seen someone do that on TV, in movies or read about it in books and to be honest, it’s hot.

"You have no idea what I’m thinking," I say, my voice thick with need.

His eyes heat and my stomach clenches in the most delicious way. Heat pools between my thighs, and I slam them together trying to stop the throbbing that started the minute Luke pinned me to the wall.

A smile breaks out on his face, flashing those delightful dimples. He leans in; his lips brush mine when he speaks. "Tell me, Dani, what are you thinking?"

I shiver at his words. "I’m not telling you shit," I say but the smirk on his face tells me he knows I’m lying.

---