Page 89 of Wicked Fantasies

No, she decided. Even Reed couldn’t be that callous.

She walked toward the door, only hesitating for a moment before reaching out and turning the knob.

“Come in and shut the door behind you,” he said when she stood in the doorway, refusing to budge. She was afraid to get too close to him. Afraid she’d lose the internal battle she was waging over kicking the man’s ass.

“Make it quick. As I said, I was just leaving.”

“Storming out, Frankie? Sore loser much?”

She narrowed her eyes. “That wasn’t a competition. That was a joke.”

“I don’t know what you mean. It was my bid he selected.”

“You cheated.” She crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently drawing Reed’s attention to her breasts. She dropped them quickly, but it was too late. He moved closer.

“Cheated?” he asked, laughter in his eyes. “How could I cheat? We presented him with both options and he chose his favorite.”

“You play golf with the man. Obviously you pumped him for insider details on what he was looking for in his marketing campaign. Besides, he didn’t even watch your whole presentation. That was a setup. Pure and simple.”

Reed shook his head, trying to look hurt, but not winning in the attempt. “I can’t believe you would think so little of me.”

She scoffed. “It wasn’t a fair competition. So the bet’s off.”

“No.” His voice was gruff, as he stepped closer. She wanted to take a giant step back, but she wasn’t about to give him the pleasure. She stood her ground even though his movement left him less than six inches in front of her. Much as it bugged her to do so, she raised her chin, looking up at him, refusing to drop eye contact.

“The deal still stands.”

“If you think I’m going to honor some bet when you?—”

He reached out, gripped her waist, holding her tightly. Her hands instinctively flew to his upper arms. She tried to push him away, but his muscular arms didn’t budge. “Let go of me.”

“No,” he repeated. “I think it’s time you understand a few things about this world you’ve chosen to work and compete in. It’s dog eat dog, Frankie. Don’t ever let anyone tell you any different. I won that bid, regardless of the means, despite what you might consider fair play. I won. And you lost. Time to pay the piper.”

She started to contradict him, but his grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her closer. His erect cock rubbed against her stomach. She swallowed heavily. He was going to claim the prize, claim her. Of that there could be no question. She wanted to escape, run from the room, but she wouldn’t. She didn’t like to lose, but she did it with honor. While he may have used underhanded means to win, he had still won.

“Fine.” Once again she tried to shake off his grip, if only to buy herself an inch or two of space. “Tell me when you wish to collect on your prize and I’ll?—”

“Now,” he interrupted.

“Now?”

He grinned, the look on his face proclaiming sex and victory. “Right now.”

She glanced back at the door. They were in the middle of his office in the middle of the day. Jessica was sitting just outside the door. Surely he was simply trying to annoy her.

“The door is locked. No one will disturb us. I made sure of that.”

“It’s highly unprofessional to even suggest that we do anything of a sexual nature here. I’m not comfortable with this. If you’d like, I would be perfectly willing to come by your place to?—”

“I won the bet, Frankie. That means you’re mine. One sexual fantasy. I can take you any way I want to.”

“You’re not going to play nice, are you?”

His grin was wolfish and she wondered why she didn’t feel more threatened. Perhaps it was because she’d already entrusted her body to his very capable hands and he’d proven himself worthy of the task.

“I don’t remembernicebeing one of the requirements of the bet.”

“So what’s your fantasy?”

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