Page 10 of Yours, Truly

“She's at a business meeting.” I stated, giving him a soft smile, keeping as professional as I could. “Can I help you?” Iasked, a little dominant, taking him by surprise. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed anxiously.

He chuckled, nerves radiating off him thanks to my authoritative presence, he scratched the back of his head for a split second composing himself; I had thrown him off.

“Well, there are many things you could help me with,” he seductively retorted, raising an eyebrow, causing my cheeks to heat up. He cleared his throat prompting himself to be professional and pulled himself together before continuing. “But I have a file from my client. Angelina needs to sign before the end of day.”

“I’ll call her and tell her. I'll get her to fax it over to you,” I smiled, keeping my assertiveness, my eyes staring into his as he placed the briefcase on the desk.

He passed me the document in a tan envelope, his hands making contact with mine. It jolted electricity all over my body and my dominant persona faded, suddenly turning submissive. He paused at our contact, not wanting to let go. He seized my wrist before brushing his fingers over it and followed the soft caress on to my knuckles.

Delicately, I swallowed, feeling nervous that any sudden movements would scare him a little. His touch gave me goosebumps, my cheeks changing to a crimson colour as his eyes locked on mine; hunger filling them. I liked being in his grip, this was wrong. My breath caught in my throat and I slowly parted my lips, focusing on my breathing. I watched his eyes drop to my lips before locking back onto my eyes.

Quickly, I dragged myself and the file away from his touch, positioning it on the desk in front of me. My brain decided to start planting steamy scenarios with Nate in this office. I felt as if it was getting harder to breath, to concentrate, to just exist.

It was like every time he was around me, every time a piece of skin had contact with mine, I wasn’t thinking rationally. It scared me as I was always in control of myself but now, I wanted to fuck him right here on the desk, not caring about everyone else the other side of the wall. I wanted to feel his hands on my body again, and I had since he left the hotel but even more so since our interaction the other night.

I replayed that moment; Nate pressing me against the car asking me if I was satisfied.

Satisfied it was him? Yes.

Satisfied with our interaction? No, I craved more.

That night when I got home, I ran with the fantasies. Despite the stigma that a woman has needs that even a cold shower couldn’t extinguish, I ended up giving into temptation but self-gratification just isn’t enough sometimes and him being present now wasn’t helping. I was addicted to him; my body reacting to his presence, his touch, his voice and now my thoughts were betraying me.

He cleared his throat again, occupying the seat opposite me, nodding to the phone in my hand.

“Right now?” I queried, irritated at his demand as he was making himself at home.

“Of course, sweetheart, I don't have all day,” he said cockily,trying to assert his control.

His hands grazed over his jaw, watching and waiting, placing his hands back together on his lap, signifying he wasn’t leaving until it was done.

Rolling my eyes at him, I picked up the phone with a sigh, to call her on his demand. Angelina answered almost instantly,thank God. I explained that Mr Dalton was waiting, needing the papers signed immediately. As expected, she said would get to them later so if he needed them now, she requested I sign them. If not, he can wait. He waved his hands to signify not to worry, he could wait. My eyes narrowed at him a little as he kept his amused smug expression.

“Okay, I’ll bring them to your house at 6. Thanks Angelina.” My blood boiled a little at his little game of control.

“Well, that's that,” he chuckled, lifting himself out of the chair, satisfied with the result. It was like a test, of course he didn’t need them signed now and he knew Angelina would sign them when she had a moment. He wanted to dominate me and was also impressed that I followed his instructions, even if I had met him with a little attitude. He clutched his briefcase making his way towards the door.

“Oh, I should punish you for rolling your eyes at me, sweetheart,” his husky voice added, before a smug smirk spread across his face at my flustered reaction. His eyes changed from playful to murky, his frame seemed significantly larger, muscles seemed bigger and more intimidating. “Don't do it again,” he scolded in the same tone before softening to playfulagain “See you this weekend, sweetheart.”

Shit, this weekend was Ivy’s engagement party.

My pulse was racing, my spine tingled at the thought of him punishing me for my attitude. It’s exactly what I desired; I wanted more of him even if it was wrong.

“And… nice shirt,” he teased, as he opened the door, chuckling as he left the office. My heart raced, my cheeks burning from his confession.

I looked down at my navy shirt to notice I may have had an extra button undone, exposing enough of my cleavage that it just hopped over the line of professional. I sighed to myself; this was my life, but I also couldn’t help smiling at the thought that Nate had the same reaction to me as I did him.

I threw my head back lounging in the chair, folding my arms over my chest and huffing in frustration that I enjoyed him, his game, his presence and his flirtatious comments despite him being my best friend’s older brother and now a lawyer for a client who was suing the company.

Technically that made him forbidden. How did I get myself into this situation?

At sundown I dropped the papers off at Angelina’s house on the edge of the city for her to sign.

“I see you had the pleasure to meet Mr Dalton today,” she sighed as she looked over the documents in her home office. I nodded in response as I checked out her immaculate home.

“He's a pain in my arse!” she chuckled lightly. Angelina seemed exhausted. I felt bad that work was now happening ather home too, but Angelina would never ask for help, she would always soldier on.

“You're telling me,” I muttered under my breath, thinking that as annoying as Nate was, he was also irresistible. She groaned in frustration as she picked up her phone to call someone and I assume from her tone she was speaking to Nate; there was something in this contract that she wasn’t happy about, and then she continued to scold him for being an arsehole, that this wasn’t urgent and could clearly wait as the deadline at the top stated Friday.

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