Page 21 of Use Me, Daddy

“Well, keep it up,” he murmured, his tone infuriatingly nonchalant. “I knew I hired you for a reason.”

My cheeks warmed, and I straightened, trying to cover up the effect he was having on me. “You know,” I said, meeting his gazewith a steely look, “I don’t need constant supervision. I know how to handle myself.”

Aleksei raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “I’ve noticed,” he said, taking a step closer, his expression calm, though there was a glint of challenge in his eyes.

I hated how my clit pulsed at the sight of it.

“A few of the pieces went for more than I predicted,” I said, folding my arms and lifting my chin as I tried to stay composed, even as I was actively ignoring the dampness between my thighs.

“Did they?” Aleksei replied, his tone casual, but I saw the slight smirk in his expression. “I had a feeling the Rothko would fetch higher than expected. His works had a renewed interest lately, something about the emotional rawness that resonates with today’s buyers.”

“Yes, but only after we brought in that write-up on the piece’s connection to modern existentialism,” I countered, hoping to catch him off guard. “I arranged for that to be front and center—it drove interest and ultimately brought in more buyers.”

Aleksei’s eyebrow lifted. “True, but with the crowd we had, I doubt it was just the write-up that sealed the deal. These people want a certain kind of atmosphere, one that says they’re part of something exclusive. The write-up helped, but knowing how to work the crowd… that’s what pushed the price even higher.” He paused, his eyes gleaming with quiet triumph. “And that’s precisely why I didn’t place the Rothko where you initially suggested.”

My jaw tightened, and I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Fine, so you were right about the placement,” I admitted, forcing myself not to look away.

“Sometimes you have to understand how to read the room. Sometimes the art itself is only half the game.”

His tone was maddeningly calm, with that quiet, assured confidence that suggested he’d already seen this outcome coming. I felt a flush creep over my cheeks, a mix of frustration and, if I was honest with myself, a reluctant admiration. No one ever managed to get under my skin the way he did, to challenge me and make it feel like he was two steps ahead of my every move. It was infuriating—and entirely too arousing.

He’d bested me and it just made my pussy even wetter.

“Well,” I said, my voice firmer than I felt, “I suppose that’s why you’re the boss, right?”

Aleksei’s smile was faint, but his eyes gleamed with something warmer, something that sparked against the tension I could feel in the air between us. He held my gaze, and in that moment, I felt the full weight of the quiet power he wielded without saying a word.

“Yes, but I hired you for a reason. I can’t do this alone,” he replied, his voice low.

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt the air between us tighten, the distance shrinking until his cologne drifted over me—a heady, intoxicating blend of something rich and dark, with a hint of cinnamon and spice. It hit me like a slow, dizzying wave, my senses betraying me as my pulse quickened and warmth spread through my body, pooling low in my core.

I willed myself to stay calm, to hold my ground as he drew nearer. But every inch he closed only seemed to intensify the heat radiating from him, and I could feel my own cheeks warmin response, the space between us charged. His gaze flickered, and I thought, for a breathless moment, that he might reach out again, that his hand might tilt my chin just as it had before, but he didn’t.

At least, not yet.

He moved closer, close enough that I felt the warmth of his presence wrap around me, like he was drawing me in, daring me to look away. My breath caught as he raised his hand, his fingers hovering near my face, and I knew my composure was slipping. I felt the edge of his fingers almost graze my skin, his thumb brushing close to my jaw.

He cleared his throat, and I lifted my gaze to meet his. And for a split second, there was something else, a subtle shift behind the confident mask that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. There was no smugness in his expression, no arrogance. For a moment, the look on his face was something entirely different.

Hungry.

Desire, unmistakable and raw.

My pulse quickened.

In an instant, I knew this man would make me come so hard that my legs might give out and that made me angry and aroused and altogether off balance. And to top things off, I also knew that each orgasm he forced from my trembling body would be more fulfilling than any single one I’d ever had in my life. This man could bring me to the brink and make me want more.

The thought alone was enough to make my pussy ache.

I wanted him to say something, anything really, but he just stared into my eyes like he could read me like a book.

It was maddening.

But he stayed quiet for a while longer before he finally spoke.

“Are you thinking about slapping me again or are you thinking about something else right now,little girl?”

Heat flooded my cheeks, and I knew my face was giving away everything I was trying so hard to hide. Every thought I’d tried to brush off, every way I’d convinced myself I didn’t need him, every reason I’d used to keep myself distant—all of it had crumbled, and now I was left standing here, unable to pretend anymore.

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