Page 239 of By His Rule

After our little session on my desk, she disappears to make the most of my bathroom and all her new hair products.

When she emerges over an hour later, she’s dressed and looking more like the Lorelei I’ve come to know. I’m sure she’s about to announce that she’s heading home, or more so to Tate’s. But as soon as she sees that I’m preparing lunch, she hops up onto one of the stools at my kitchen counter and watches me work.

“Hungry, Temptress?” I ask, taking in her freshly curled hair.

I’ve no idea what she’s done with all those products, but it looks really fucking good.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she says, her eyes dropping to my still-naked chest.

Sure, I could have put a shirt on at any point in the last few hours, but why should I when I know she isn’t going to be able to resist checking me out?

“Oh, I would. Did you like my office?”

Her cheeks blaze red. “Wonderful. I’m sure you…come to very good conclusions in there.”

I smirk. “None better than today.”

She shakes her head.

“Coffee?” I offer. I’d already made her one and left it on the nightstand while she was showering, but I already know she’s going to want more.

“I can make it,” she says, hopping down and making her way to my machine.

And just like that, the dynamic between us changes again as we work together in my kitchen like…like a real couple.

“What?” she asks when she catches me watching her instead of tending to our lunch.

“Nothing. You just…look right at home here.”

“Don’t get used to it. Getting you a coffee regularly at work is one thing; I’m not extending those privileges to your personal life.”

“What about if I pay you in orgasms?”

Her chin drops at my suggestion.

“I can see you considering it.”

“I am not. I?—”

“Tell me that someone else has made you come harder than me?” I ask confidently. Although I must admit, I brace myself, ready for her attack.

She knows how violently I react to the thought of her with other men. She often uses it when she wants to make a point. This would be the perfect time to poke that particular button of mine.

But to my surprise, she goes with the truth. “I can’t.”

The widest smile spreads across my lips, and I puff my chest out like an asshole.

“Knew it.”

She shakes her head before returning to her seat with both of our coffees, seeing as I’m nearly done with our sandwiches.

“Here you go,” I say, sliding a plate in front of her.

“Money, good looks, a passable personality, can cook. You really have it all, huh?”

“You forgot smart and fucks like a god.”

“Silly me,” she mutters as she lifts her sandwich to her mouth and takes a bite. “Mmm, that’s good,” she mumbles. “So, what do you usually do on a Saturday?”

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