Page 151 of Tempting All The Way

“I can’t. It won’t budge.” She drops my wrist.

“Break it. Cut it off me then!” I scream, throwing my arms up in frustration.

“No way. You are not cutting a two hundred thousand dollar bracelet off your wrist.”

“What? No.” I shake my head, staring down at the item in question while hating it even more.

“It’s Cartier,” Daisy says.

“I don’t care. I don’t want it.” I fold my arms over my chest and sulk.

I storm into the office building. I’ve had all weekend to calm down, my frustration only increasing as the hours passed with this damned thing still on my wrist. The messages from Alistair on Saturday morning didn’t help either. I ignored them all. No matter how tempted I was to take him up on his offer to visit him Saturday night. Instead, I busied myself with work. I wanted to make sure I’m on top of all of his cases to the best of my ability.

I need him to see me as more than just a good lay. Iammore than that. This is why it’s not a good idea to sleep with your boss. I’m a woman trying to be taken serious in a man’s world. What I’ve done will not help my career in any way.

I also had to make an embarrassing stop at the pharmacy for the morning after pill. After getting the look of disapproval from the old lady behind the counter, I downed that little sucker like it was a lifesaving antidote. In a lot of ways, I guess it was.

The elevator takes it’s sweet-ass time to ride to the top this morning. As soon as the doors open, I stomp towards Alistair’s office. Smiling at his secretary, who I’d normally stop to see and check in with. Not today. Today, I walk right up to his office and open the door.

It’s almost eight. I know he’s in.

Alistair looks up from his computer in shock. I slam the door closed, continue stomping to his desk, and throw my bag down on one side. “Undo it.” I hold my arm out towards him.

Alistair looks from the bracelet up to my eyes. “No,” he says.

“What do you meanno? Take it off. I told you I don’t want it,” I hiss at him.

“Too bad. I like it on you. It suits you.” He smirks, his fingers rubbing my wrist under the bracelet.

I snatch my arm away. “No, it doesn’t. I need it off,” I plead with him.

“Too bad. I said no.”

“You said no. You know what? I’ll just cut the bloody thing off,” I tell him.

“And I’ll buy another one to replace it,” he says confidently.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Try me, little girl.” His voice deepens with an unsaid promise of punishment… if I keep pushing. The thing is… I liked his version of punishment. Way too much.

“Whatever happened cannot happen again. I can’t do this. I just want to do my job. That’s it.”

“When you can say that and mean it, I promise I won’t touch you again.”

“I do mean it,” I tell him, folding my arms over my chest.

“Really?” he asks while standing from his desk. He walks right up to me, his lips a breath away from mine. “So, if I were to stick my fingers up your skirt, shove them into that tight little cunt of yours, you wouldn’t be wet for me? Little girl.” He raises a brow in question.

“No, I wouldn’t be,” I lie and take a step back.

“Keep lying to yourself,” he says.

“Oh my god, I can’t do this.” I grab my bag from the floor and storm out of his office.

Closing myself in mine, I sit down and take a huge breath in. Why is every encounter with that man more intense than the last? I can’t escape the pull he has on my vagina.

I need him like I need air. But unlike oxygen deprivation, I won’t actually die if I deprive myself. I might go insane and become a raving bitch. But I won’t die. I’ll just invest in some more rechargeable, vibrating friends.

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