Page 141 of Rush of Jealousy

I look down at my shoes but jolt at the feel of his warm hand sliding up the back of my dress. I don’t even fight it. There is no use. I want him. He wants me. This is the game we play with each other. The game where we tease and torment until one of us snaps and gives in. It is like a slow dance—but where the end result is sex. This round is short-lived as the car comes to a stop and the bell sounds indicating the floor is reached.

The doors slide open, and Graham reluctantly removes his hand from my ass, after giving it a hard squeeze. I yelp but recover as we exit and come face-to-face with Kylie—the new personal assistant. Even though I saw her the time I cut my hand, it is like I am seeing her for the first time. She has light brown hair, pulled back in a sleek professional bun. Her eyes are green and her freckles make her look younger than she probably is.

“Good morning, Mr. Hoffman. Miss McFee.”

I smile and wave my hello. She has a shyness about her. I don’t blame her; working for Graham would be intimidating as hell. In the beginning, if I knew I was actually working for Graham at Entice, I would have been scared as hell with him interviewing me. Dominic is way more of a chill type of boss—despite not actually being the boss.

“Your breakfast was delivered and it is on the table, Mr. Hoffman.”

“Thank you, Kylie. If the facility calls, please call my desk phone. I’m expecting a call today and have yet to receive one. Otherwise, do not interrupt us.”

“Yes, sir.”

I walk hand in hand with Graham down the hallway to his office. When we get inside, he immediately shuts the door and locks it, letting go of my hand. I cross my arms over my chest and watch as he makes his way over to the table near the wall of windows and starts taking out the breakfast items.

“Come eat. So I can then eat you.” His voice is gruff.

I swallow hard and cough. Alrighty then. I hesitantly walk over to him and look at the dozen or so items that he removed from the takeout bag. Pastries, breakfast sandwiches, bagels and fresh fruit bowls. Everything looks delicious, but I am not that hungry. I can’t eat when I’m a wound up ball of nerves.

“Sit. Eat, Angie.”

“I, um, I’m not that hungry. I’ll just have some of the coffee and the fruit.”

“You seemed to be fine stuffing your mouth with my dick this morning.”

I stifle a giggle. It is true. “I just don’t think I can eat much.”

“It has been over fifteen hours since you last ate something. Please, eat,” he says, handing me a partially unwrapped breakfast sandwich.

I look at it. It does look good. I relax my shoulders and take a hesitant bite.

“Baby, why are you so nervous here?”

I look up into his concerned eyes. I swallow my bite. “The past couple of times I’ve been here, it was a huge spectacle. I just don’t want everyone who I pass in the halls today to—” I pause and think.

“To what?” he prompts, growing agitated.

“Judge me? Think I’m some crazy person? Wonder if you’re making the worst mistake by being with me.”

He moves over to my side and envelops me in a hug. “No one thinks any of those things. And if anyone makes you feel less than the amazing person you are, then they can just walk themselves out. I have no problem firing anyone.”

“Why did you fire Hanna? It was obviously because of me.”

He breaks eye contact and looks out the window. “She got a nice severance package, despite only being a fill-in for my other assistant.”

“Why do you go through so many?”

He rubs his forehead. “I have trust issues.”

“Don’t we all.”

He studies my face and then points down to my sandwich, encouraging me to keep eating. I take another bite. It really is tasty.

“So what is on the agenda today, Mr. Boss Man?”

His smirk is extra sexy or perhaps I am just horny. “Well, in between a couple of meetings, I plan to fuck you all over my building. Starting right there on my desk,” he says confidently, pointing over to the polished piece of furniture.

I choke on my bite, reaching for my coffee in a rush. I guess I am getting everything I asked for after my game play this morning by stopping mid-blowjob. I knew he would be hot and bothered and itching for revenge. I just didn’t expect him to be this wound up over it. He is edgy and hungry and borderline angry.

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