Page 94 of Savage Bosses

His father closed his eyes.” She came to see me yesterday evening and brought me flowers. She’s a nice girl. I want to make sure you’re not scaring her off like you do most of your assistants.”

Emir huffed. Why did she come to see his father? “She’s not my assistant.”

His father chuckled. “Isn’t she? The reports from the office tell a different story. Having a woman with that much brain and experience get your ridiculous coffee order is a crime. Don’t be an idiot and let her do her job. She must start studying on Daufuskie Island, Port-au-Prince, and Palenque. The contracts will move forward whether you like them or not. Don’t set her up for failure because she hurt your feelings a year ago. Let it go and enjoy her now.”

Listening to his father talk like that made Emir uneasy. His father never interfered with his love life or even asked about it, and he didn’t want him to start now. Patting his hand, he stood up and kissed his father’s cheek.

“Yes, Baba. Everything is in hand; I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But his father didn’t hear him. The sedatives had finally kicked in, and he was already asleep.

When he arrived at his office, he was taken aback by the scene that greeted him. No less than six men were lined up outside his office, staring through the window to watch Selene stand on his desk as she reached up to measure a picture on the wall.

Her ass was on full display, and apparently, the show was worth skipping work for the male population of the office.

He cleared his throat loudly to signal his approach, but Selene’s admirers remained planted. Selene was still oblivious to her audience, or was she?

He pushed open the door a bit too forcefully and barked. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” When she didn’t respond, he stepped closer and noticed the air pods in her ear.

Shaking his head, he tapped her thigh, and she turned around too fast, tumbling off his desk. Emir caught her in his arms before she hit the floor and squeezed her tight before whispering in her ear. “Are you alright?”

Nodding, she slid down the front of his body, and his cock came out to say hi. He tried to ignore it and gestured towards the hallways, where some men still gathered.

She turned to look as he asked again, “What the hell did you think you were doing? You put on an entire show for these fools.”

Selene spun to face him, a surprised expression on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and she stammered an apology, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here.” She gestured to the wall behind her. “I was just getting the measurements for this painting. I wanted to make sure it fits in my rendering correctly."

That damn rendering. He was foiled again.

She waved at the audience gathered and said hi. All the men began apologizing in unison, fumbling over each other’s words. One tried to approach her with a more intimate apology, but Emir blocked his path.

They all quickly explained that they had only stopped by because they admired her craftsmanship and skill as an architect and had come to ask for her assistance on their projects. Emir rolled his eyes.

Selene accepted their apologies gracefully, feeling embarrassed yet thankful for their recognition of her work. She smiled appreciatively at them all before turning towards him with an apologetic look. "Honestly, though," she said sheepishly, "I didn’t see them there.”

Agitated, Emir slammed the door to his office and advanced toward her like a tiger on the prowl.

“You were very naughty, Selene, letting all those men watch you.”

Her breathing picked up, and Emir saw the color rise in her copper cheeks. She liked being bossed; he remembered that from their only night together.

Emir recalled his time with her with perfect clarity - the way her long black hair cascaded down her naked back, how she carried herself with such confidence and grace, but what stood out to him most was how she surrendered control of her body to him. He delighted in every single inch of her body. Emir had been so sure that he would never see her again. It felt like a dream now that she was standing before him.

“If you were mine, Ms. DuBois, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for at least a week. You’d taste my belt.” He placed his hand on his Hermes buckle for emphasis, and her eyes followed his hand. Her eyes landed on his dick, it strained against his pants.

Damn, he wanted her.

He watched her pupils dilate and knew then that she still desired him.

Emir closed the distance between them and pressed her body against his desk. He pressed in ever closer until their faces were mere inches apart. Selene’s cheeks were still flushed, and her breaths were shallow. He said nothing more, but his hand traveled up the curve of her neck as he gently pulled her face toward his. His lips brushed against hers ever so lightly, a soft whisper of an invitation to surrender to him.

Selene’s breathless voice ghosted his cheek. “I said I was sorry. I swear I didn’t think anyone was there. I was only doing what you made me do…” Her voice trailed off as she provocatively looked away.

Emir roughly cupped her jaw and pulled her eyes back onto him.

“You knew Selene, and you hoped I’d find out, didn’t you? This game we’re playing is getting reckless, and you wanted to feel the sting of my belt against your soft ass to slow it all down. “

Selene whimpered, and Emir gently bit down on her ear.

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