Page 21 of Fifth Avenue Devil

When I step out of the changing area, Nate is waiting for me backstage. He's abandoned his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white work shirt. He straightens his dark tie as he looks me up and down.

"That was quick. You already changed out of that sexy outfit?"

I feel my cheeks glowing like two fire-red coals. He thinks I'm sexy?

"That was borrowed from wardrobe," I stammer. "It's not mine, obviously."

"No? That's too bad. I like you wearing gold. I think that's your color, Kitten."

I bristle. "Don't call me pet names, Mr. Fordham. I can't believe you spent seventy-five thousand dollars just to have lunch with me."

He raises a brow. "Is that what you think I paid for? Because I think I have my jet and my yacht all gassed up and ready to go. I think, for what I paid, I get to take you anywhere I want. For however long I want."

My jaw drops. "Are you serious? I'm supposed to be running Gellar Industries, not sunning myself on the deck of your boat while you ogle me."

Nate grins. “I think the lady doth protest too much. You like me more than you let on.”

“No, I don’t.” My face flames again. “In fact, I’m very close to hating you. I can’t figure out why you are pursuing me so doggedly.”

“Is it not obvious?” He spreads his hands wide. “I want you, Annalise. And I don’t mean I just want your company. I want you in my bed, too. And I’m determined to have them both.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “It will never happen, Nate. Never.”

“So, I’m Nate now instead of Mr. Fordham? See? My charms are working on you.”

“If by that you mean I can barely stand you, then sure. They’re definitely working.”

He reaches out, snags my waist, and hauls me against him. “A little fight in your blood, huh? That only makes me want to play with you more, Kitten.”

His silver eyes are hard on my face. I tilt my head up, wetting my lips. My heart pounds.

“I will never want you, Mr. Fordham,” I manage. Even to my ears it doesn’t sound very convincing.

“Because you said that, I’m going to make you beg for me to make you cum the first time I fuck you.” He says it so nonchalantly, as if I were throwing myself at him already. “When I slide my cock into that tight little pussy, you’re going to scream my name and leave scratches on my back, Annalise.”

As much as I hate what he’s saying to me, my body responds to being pressed up against him. My breasts tighten and nipples pebble. I can feel dampness blossom between my thighs at the brush of his hips against mine.

My body is betraying me and I’m helpless to resist. All I can do is shake my head because even my words have left me high and dry.

Nate grips my hand, steps away from me, and starts leading me out of the backstage area. And god help me, a small, secret part of me really wants to go.

But who will run Gellar Industries while I’m gone?

“Wait!” I protest. “We can’t just leave. Some of my employees are at my office, waiting for me as we speak.”

Nate gives me a moue. “Don’t worry about that. Your Mom came up to me before the auction and offered to make excuses for you at the office.”

“And you just went along with that?” I screw up my face. “God, you really don’t know me at all.”

“That’s why we’re going away for the weekend.”

I arch a brow. “Oh, I thought it was because you wanted to fuck me.”

Grabbing me by the waist, Nate starts pulling me inexorably toward the exit. “There’ll be plenty of time for that, Annalise. Now come on.”

That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.I shiver, unable to resist any longer.

Eight

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