Page 11 of Ruthless Boss

I turn around and dash out of there, racing through the hallway until I’m in the safe confines of my room.

6

Dante

I knock on Lucia’s door, which is much more respectful than she did to me earlier.

I grabbed a pair of lounge pants, not because I was modest, but because I didn’t want a bodyguard to see me naked in case one of them did a sweep of the house before bedtime.

She wants to play games? I’ll give her a game. A dark sensation unfurls inside me. I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck it.

“What is it?” she asks from inside her bedroom, a nervous cadence in her voice.

Coward. She doesn’t want to face me after she gawked at me minutes ago. I knew what she was doing from the moment she walked into the bedroom and leaned into the bathroom. Because of what I do, I’m hyper-aware of my surroundings. Ifelther presence. So, I gave her a little show. I don’t know what I expected—for her to join me in the shower or leave.

But now, I need to get even.

She saw me masturbate. I should be allowed to see her do the same. It’s only fair.

“Open,” I growl.

“I’m sleepy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she says in a voice that doesn’t sound sleepy at all.

Talking isn’t my goal.

I do a little kick against the door, opening it. “Lucia.”

She steps back, her eyes widening in surprise. “Listen, I’m sorry I looked at you. That was a mistake. I went into your bedroom to check on AJ.”

Liar.People who lie to me usually get harsh consequences, but this is one I’ll let slip. “You thought you’d find a baby taking a late-night shower by herself?” I ask, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“No.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed that I can read her like a goddamn book. “I knew it was you.”

I hover around her, circling her like she’s a piece of meat and I’m a starving animal about to pounce. I look at her, erasing the distance between us until I breathe into her hair. “Then why?” I ask, my voice thick.

The air around us shifts, my lungs constrict, and even her room seems about two sizes as small as the last time I was here.

Lucia doesn’t move a muscle. This dangerous closeness between us sets my chest ablaze. My cock twitches.

“I don’t know. I was… bored. Impulsive. A bad combination.”

“How would you feel if I watched you shower? And touch yourself?” I ask in a low voice.

She turns around clumsily. “Well, I?—”

I grab her wrist and pull her to me in one swift move to show her I’m not amused. I never intended to play these kinds of games with her, but she started it. “That was a rhetorical question. I, my dear Lucia, firmly believe in getting even.”

She pulls away from me, and I let her go. With calculated moves, I pull out the chair by her dresser and sit, crossing my arms.

“So, I’d get going if I were you,” I say casually.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, taken aback. “What?”

“I’m not making you shower. But I’m not leaving this bedroom until you show me what I showed you,” I say, and every male part of me roars when I hear myself.

My blood thickens in my veins, my heart pumping each beat in staccato. I’m going to see her naked and touching herself. Soon—very soon.

She folds her arms over her chest in self-preservation mode. “Are you insane? That’s highly inappropriate.”

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