Page 94 of Rush of Jealousy

“So, you don’t have a price?”

“You make it seem like I am your property—beyond the game.”

“That’s the plan,” he says seriously. “But I need to play my cards right.”

“The game we are playing does not translate to real life, Graham.”

“It can.”

“But I cannot be bought. Especially now that you basically fired me from my job.” I really need to continue looking into another part-time position. Maybe work as holiday-help or something.

“You make it sound so dramatic. Like I won’t provide for you and everything you need or want.”

“For someone who has a sister and has been exposed to the female gender, you would think you would know that we are capable and that some of us actually enjoy working. This is not the 1950s.”

“I have no problem with you working. Hell, I’ll even offer you a job in my other companies. But you are not working at Entice. That is a hard no.”

“What job would you offer me?”

“Personal assistant,” he says with a smile.

I huff. “Are you serious?”

“I haven’t given it a ton of complex thought. But, yeah,” he says shaking his head, “I would love for you to work for me in a non-dangerous position. I would give you a great salary and a comparable benefits package. Bonuses for being easily available.”

“Are you kidding me? Easily available? What does that even mean, Graham? Are you looking for an assistant—which you have currently—or an office fuck doll?”

“Well, when you put it so eloquently…”

My mind runs crazily with images of being in the same building as Graham daily. What would he want me to do? Prance around in pencil skirts and silk blouses while making him coffee? Bring him his mail?

He just fired Hanna, but seemed to find a replacement efficiently. Pretty sure if I was under his employment again, I would not have many job duties other than to serve him. Orservicehim.

“It would be ideal so I could have access to you all day long. Bend you over my desk, pull up your skirt, and sink into you easily.”

The image he creates is so hot that for a moment, I want the exact picture he painted. I close my eyes and try to regain my stance on the topic. Even though I would read these types of boss-employee scenarios in my romance novels—and it was hella sexy—it is not like I would be able to do actual work if Graham was hovering around my same space and soliciting me for office sex.

I shake my head at him. “I already had one taste of what it would be like to have you as my boss. And quite frankly,” I say, picking at a piece of fuzz on my shirt, “I wasn’t very impressed. Horrible benefits pack—” A flash of a shadow passes and I double over as his fingers wiggle against my skin. “Stop,” I gasp and start to giggle. “It tickles!”

Graham relents after tears of laughter fill my eyes. “You drive me mad, woman.”

“You drive me mad, caveman.”

“Grrr…”

“Did you really justgrrr?”

He laughs. “Yes. Yes I did."

“Let’s get back to the game. I actually see some hope.”

Graham analyzes the board and glances over at my dwindling money. “Is that so?”

I play with the hem of my shirt, rolling it up inch by inch to show off the skin of my belly. I have a new spark of confidence, and my alter ego wants to be unleashed from her cage. And she is a sassy thing.

I stretch my arms up over my head, pulling the fabric another few inches upward. “It’s so warm in here too.”

Graham’s eyes darken to cobalt blue. I am playing with fire and tempting the beast within him. I can see his wheels turning as to how he is going to gain control back in this game. He watches as my thighs spread open like a butterfly’s wings. He knows what game I am playing and doesn’t seem to care that I am taking the lead. Maybe he even likes it?

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