Page 45 of When The Night Falls

When I failed to answer, he looked at me. Utterly susceptible, I looked straight back. Suddenly his eyes widened. Had he guessed my thoughts?

‘No, Cara. Do not look at me like that.’

‘Like what?’

‘Like you want me to claim you across my desk, right now.’

My mouth dried as my breath left me. Though outrageous, the idea made my knickers grow damp. I would have loved every second of it, I was sure – until he surrendered his domination of me to remorse.

‘What?’ I said feebly.

‘You heard me.’ He charged up from his seat. Walking around his desk, he reached for the black telecom and raised the handset to his ear. Then he pushed a button and said, ‘Ellie, could you come in here for a sec? I need you to do me a favour.’ He rang off. Locking eyes with me, he clenched his teeth.

I frowned in confusion, wondering what his thoughts were.

A few seconds later, Ellie, I presumed, knocked on the door.

‘Come in,’ William said and sank into the seat of his stylish, grey desk chair.

Turning my head, I watched a woman walk in. She had dark brown skin, her curly hair styled into twists that stopped just below her breasts, and she had the sort of smile that would make you turn your head after her on the street.

‘You must be Cara,’ she said, and she had a voice that would suit a lullaby. What a remarkably soothing voice. Cooing was likely a constant for her.

A little chubby in her anatomy, she came over and extended her small hand. She was quite a short woman, but her breasts were huge. They strained against her dark blue satin blouse, and I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her cleavage while I sized her up.

Eager to escape the heat of William’s attention, I clasped her hand and ascended from my chair. In my heels, I was at least a head taller than her.

‘That’s me, yes.’

Her smile transitioned into a full-blown grin. ‘I’m Elisabeth, but please, call me Ellie.’

‘Ellie,’ William said, ‘please see to it that Cara finds a space where she can read through her contract. I’ve got work that requires my immediate attention.’

‘Of course, Will. Whatever you need.’

‘Thanks. Did you manage to contact GreenPark for me?’

‘Yes. I’ve sent you an email about it. The appointment should already be synchronised with your schedule.’

William looked at me with a smirk. ‘Watch and learn.’ He gave Ellie a fond wink.

‘Certainly. But Mr Night’ – it felt incredibly weird to address him that way – ‘what shall I do once I’ve signed?’

He frowned at how I had addressed him, but I had done it deliberately to create as much psychological distance between us as possible. It was purely a defensive mechanism to remind me of our professional relationship.

‘I told you to call me Will, Cara.’ He extended the contract to me across his desk. ‘If you’ve any questions, take notes and bring them to me once you’ve finished reading through. If you don’t, simply sign and hand it over to me.’

Nodding, I walked over, but with each pace, the electric current between us grew more intense. Our gazes met as I grabbed the contract, and no words were required. I understood precisely what his eyes meant to convey.

He wanted to fuck me again, and he wanted to do it now.

Shocking myself, I realised that if our circumstances had been different, I would have succumbed to the desire.

I turned my back to him and said, ‘Thank you, Mr Night.’

I thought I heard him curse under his breath, but I wasn’t sure.

8 | momentary lover

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