Page 140 of Rush of Jealousy

I look up into his eyes innocently. “Oh, not here. Later.”

“Later?” He grips my waist so tight that I know he is going to leave fingerprints if I don’t help him with his release.

“Yeah, later,” I say, nonchalantly rocking on my heels. “Consider this edge play that you love so much.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not going into the office feeling like I am going to burst. You’re going to make me go in angry, and when I’m like this, people lose their jobs.”

“Well, you need to work on your tantrums then. And what better time than today. What a wonderful learning experience!”

I go back to pulling clothes from the hangers and meandering about the closet until I find what I need for the day. I settle on a classic cranberry-colored wrap dress. I find black thigh-highs, garters, panties, and a bra that all seem to be part of the same designer line to complete my look.

“You’re going to pay for this, sweetheart. And I cannot wait to be the one to do it.”

I click my tongue. “Good. I love it when you get restless and fed up and all needy.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yup,” I answer cheerily.

Graham pulls me to him and snarls into my ear.

I stand on my tiptoes and lean up into his to whisper, “And I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“What’s that?”

“My pussy likes it too.” I step back and flip my hair over my shoulder. Man, do I feel empowered.

I walk back into the bedroom and lay my selection on the bed. I sit down on the end and start getting dressed while Graham ogles me from the doorway of the closet. He watches my every move, as I make it my mission to act unfazed. He mutters a string of curse words, and I can’t help but glance over. Our eyes connect for a second, and I burst into a fit of giggles, flopping back onto the mattress.

“You’re evil, and paybacks are bitches.”

I swallow and hoist myself back up. I go back to the task of getting dressed and looking polished enough as to not embarrass Graham. I move into the bathroom and heat up my straightener. I brush through my hair to remove the knots that accumulated from sleeping and then press the iron over sections to smooth out the frizz. The last couple of times I have been at HH, it was full of drama. So, today, I hope to reestablish myself as not beingthat girlwho causes a spectacle wherever she goes. Hopefully security will not have to intervene and no blood will be shed. I just need a normal visit.

When I am done in the bathroom, I unplug my iron and glance one more time in the mirror to triple check that my makeup is in place. Graham is dressed in a crisp black suit with a pressed white shirt and black tie. He looks powerful, and I revel in the fact that he is all mine. My toes curl at the thought of what he is going to do to me in his office. It is the anticipation that makes this all the more fun. I can tell by his posture and brooding facial expression that he is on edge—just the way I want him.

“Ready to go?” he barks, looking me up and down. “Don’t you think that is too sexy for office attire?”

“First off, you bought this for me. Second, I’m not your employee anymore. So shut it.”

He growls and stomps over to me. He pulls me toward him. His mouth swoops in and bites my bottom lip, then kisses it to make it feel better. “You could be wearing a ratty sack, and I would find it too revealing. You have me on a flipping cliff, barely holding on. So if I were you, I’d be careful. Otherwise, you may not make it to the office at all before I jump you.”

I swallow at his words. This is the Graham I crave.

He pulls back and exits the room. I follow behind him as we walk down the stairs, into the elevator, and through the building’s lobby. When we get outside, Collins is waiting for us at the curb.

“Good morning, Miss McFee.”

I smile. It is good to see a friendly face—especially when Graham looks murderous. “Good morning, Collins.”

We slide into the backseat, and Graham pulls me to him. “I can’t wait to make you beg for release. I’m going to have so much fun making you pay for getting me all hot and bothered this morning just to tease me.”

I settle back onto my side and snap my belt into place. Maybe my little stunt this morning wasn’t one of my smartest moves.

Oh, but the office sexcapades are going to be so worth it.

26

We arrive at Hoffman Headquarters’ main entrance and get out of the car. Graham’s hand is at the small of my back, as I am guided through the main doors. Several security guards and employees greet us as we move through the lobby and go straight for the elevator bank. The doors shut and the car seems to grow infinitesimally smaller. We are no longer on neutral ground. This building is entirely Graham’s. His turf.

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