Page 41 of Undercover Desires

Kobe’s hand comes to my ass, and I have to stop myself from flinching. I wasn’t expecting him to touch me there. I don’t show Mr. Big that anything is going on, just continue smiling in his direction, but internally I’m screaming at Kobe.Why is your hand on my ass?

Mr. Big glances toward Kobe, a flash of disappointment registering in the frown lines of his forehead. “I’ll make it worth your while. Call in another girl,” he demands like a spoiled child who didn’t get what he wanted.

Kobe scratches his chin like he’s considering his request. He’s playing the part, knowing what this guy means for his business. His other hand slips lower down my skirt as he does, resting on the hemline. Goosebumps cover my skin, and I feel my cheeks flush with heat. What the hell is he doing?

“Who did you have in mind? Blonde, brunette, redhead? I’m sure I could find you one or two of each if you like,” Kobe suggests, trying to distract him.

He looks between us. “No. I mean, find another girl to work the bar. I want Bella.” His voice is more convincing. His eyes linger on me, and I feel it right through to my core, what this guy is all about. Shelby's words from earlier come back to me.Oh, sister, you don’t need experience with a guy like Mr. Big. He will take charge and show you what he wants.I swallow hard at the thought. It’s scary. But even more terrifying is the fact I want exactly that but from Kobe.

Kobe’s hand slips under my skirt, his hand now resting on my bare ass. I straighten up, glancing at him as if to say what the fuck do you think you’re doing? But his attention is on Mr. Big. “Sorry, Mr. Lucas, I just can’t spare Bella tonight. She’s the only one trained to do this job that’s available.”

Mr. Big’s eyes return to me. They’re dark with desire, and I can tell he’s a man not used to hearing no. He expects to throw money at whatever he wants and get it. I have news for him. Even if Kobe hadn’t told me to turn down his offer, I still would have. I’m not the girl he thinks I am. “Bella, you could make more money with me tonight than you will here in months. What do you say? You took the anonymous bidder up on his offer. Surely you can take up mine. Unless you’re under contract with someone else?” Fuck, he’s pushy.

I feel Kobe squeeze my ass in warning. He’s shitting himself that I will do it.

“I really couldn’t let Mr. Rivera down. I’m sorry, Mr. Lucas, another time maybe,” I add, just as a dig toward Kobe. Instantly I regret my words, when I feel his hand slip inside my panties and a finger push inside of me. My cheeks burn, my body all tingly. What the hell is he doing?

Mr. Big must notice my body tense, and he assesses Kobe, his eyes narrowing in on him. He’s not pleased, but he wouldn’t be able to see what he’s doing to me. From where he’s sitting at the bar, it’s tall enough to cover Kobe’s hand under my skirt, but he’s standing so close to me it would be obvious that something is going on. I push my ass back. I know I shouldn’t, I know this is so wrong, but I want more. I want him to fill me up with his fingers. I don’t care where we are. Or who is watching.

“How about when you’re in town next you let me know in advance and I can make sure to have the day off,” I offer with the sweetest smile I can muster while being finger-fucked under the bar.

I know what Kobe is doing. This is some sort of pissing match, and he thinks by showing this guy I belong to him somehow, he will back off. My comment only eggs Kobe on to go harder, and he pushes in a second finger. I suck in a breath, having to stop myself from moaning out loud. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me, I could explode from this easily. I should bring my heel up and kick him in the balls for having the audacity to touch me like this, but I don’t because I’m so turned on. This is wrong on so many levels, but it feels so good. So right.

Mr. Big stands to leave. “I’ll be in touch, Bella,” he says, throwing back his drink and walking off through the bar.

I let out the breath I have been holding in, then shove Kobe with my elbow in the chest, and he slips his fingers out of me. I turn around in a rage. “What the fuck, Kobe?”

He has a smug-as-shit grin on his face. He knows exactly what he was doing. Kobe doesn’t want to share his toys with other boys. And as much as that got me all hot and bothered and there is the small matter of the contract, I’m not his to touch. “He’s been warned. I told him not to approach you.” He shrugs like it’s all no big deal. This is a normal situation, and he didn’t just finger me behind the bar.

“So, you made a show of who I belong to?” I snap, showing him just how annoyed I am.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. You were soaking wet for me. Your body wants to be owned by me.” The desire in his eyes intensifies, knowing he’s just crossed a line with me we can’t come back from. And he doesn’t even care. His lips implore me to tell him he’s wrong.

“Maybe I was wet for Mr. Lucas. Did you ever think I might have wanted to take him up on his offer?” I whisper, trying to fight back and prove to him and myself that I’m not hot for him. But my own words betray me. I can’t even say them with conviction.

He closes the gap between us, boxing me in between the counter and his muscular frame. His eyes lock in on mine. “Nope, because I know you didn’t. You want me. And we have a contract. If you read the fine print like I’m sure you did, it stipulates you can’t take part in any sort of sexual relationship with anyone else until the contract is over. I’m an exclusive-arrangement kind of guy.” He winks at me. We both know he’s never been before.

I rack my brain, trying to remember the exact stipulations of the contract. Did I sign a piece of paper agreeing not to sleep with anyone else for the next three months? Did he? I was so angry with him I didn’t read it as well as I should have. And he said this wasn’t about sex. “You agreed not to sleep with anyone else for three months?” I ask, utterly shocked at the idea.

He smiles, knowing he has me. It’s not a psychotic, “I’m fucking with you” smile either; it’s a smile filled with warmth and desire, with a promise of what's to come. I don’t know why, but he’s right. I’m all his. I like the idea that he wants me and only me. It’s empowering, even though I know I shouldn’t be letting this slide.

“Hey, crazy kids, what’s going on?” comes Xavier’s chirpy voice approaching us.

Kobe quickly takes a step back from me, giving me enough space to slip free of him.

She looks between us, a knowing look in her eyes. It has to be obvious that there was something going on.

“So glad you’re here. I need to use the restroom. Be back in a sec,” I say quickly, getting away from Kobe and the desire swirling between us that scares me. The quickening of my heart scares me more. I want him so badly, and knowing he feels the same way has my body betraying me.

I hurry to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, pupils dilated. I’m so turned on it’s insane.But what was that? Why does he think he can get away with doing stuff like that? Truth is, I didn’t stop him, and I could have. I liked it. It was hot, risky, dirty. I wanted him to do bad things to me. I didn’t want him to stop. What the hell is wrong with me?

I splash water on my face. Trying to get my head on straight. He has me all crazy. I’m forgetting what I’m doing here. This is a job, a very important one, and he is my target. I can’t go letting my attraction to him cloud my judgment. I need to stay focused. But even as I think it, my head spins with desire. I want to know what his body feels like under that black suit shirt he wears and kiss his full lips and see what he tastes like.

I take hold of the sink to steady myself. Get a fucking grip, Arabella! His games mess with my mind. That’s all this is. I’m confused because he’s manipulating me. I need to get some control back.

As I make my way into the main break room, I flinch when I see him standing there, leaning back casually against the door. Our eyes meet, and with a quick, deliberate motion, he flicks the lock on the door. I swallow hard, a mixture of anticipation and unease settling in the pit of my stomach. What is he doing in here?

“You know what he’s into, right?” he asks, slowly stalking toward me. “Mr. Lucas only has submissive relationships. He likes the look of you because he thinks you will be easy to break. You're all sweet and innocent, and he thinks he can control you.”

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