Page 14 of Arrogant Playboy

And she doesn’t look happy.

Oh, she must have gotten the painting I sent her. Did she not like it? I thought she said at lunch that she liked it. She can exchange it for something else if she wishes.

Rosie barrels into my office and shuts the door behind her with a slam. She makes me pause as I take her in, she is giving every man naughty schoolgirl vibes with her black and white pleated mini skirt, white blouse with a black pussy bow and matching blazer, black stockings, and knee-high boots. Her copper-red hair cascades around her shoulders like a waterfall of fire and it’s pinned back with a black headband. I wouldn’t mind bending her over my desk and spanking her ass.

“What the hell were you thinking sending that artwork to my office?” she yells at me.

“It was a gift,” I argue.

Those bright green eyes blink rapidly. Her anger starts to manifest across her skin as I watch her pale skin flush. “Are you trying to buy me off?”

Wait, what? “No. Why the hell would I do that?” I ask, offended by her line of questioning.

The wind slowly deflates from her sails at my question. “That painting is worth a lot. It’s an expensive gift,” she says as she continues to pace the room.

A smirk falls across my lips. “Yes, it was expensive.”

Her mouth falls open to argue, but she stutters and splutters unable to articulate what she wants to say. “I’m not worth it.”

Those words have me up and out of my chair before I realize what I’m doing, as I round my desk and place my hands on her shoulders.

“Who told you that you’re not enough?”

She shakes her head and pulls herself out of my embrace. “I’m not talking about my relationship trauma with you. You must take the painting back, I will not accept it.”

“It’s a gift, Rosie, I’m not taking it back,” I say, folding my arms in front of me.

“You have to.”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t.”

She throws up her hands in frustration. “You can’t do this to me. It’s already caused a buzz around the office. I’m sure by the time Ivy gets in she is going to see the painting and be curious as to why I now have it in my office. And then I’m going to have to tell her … um … you know …” she says, stumbling over her words.

“That we fucked.”

She glares at me. “It’s something I don’t want Ivy to know about.”

“I’m your dirty little secret.”

Her brows pull together at my dig. Fuck, she’s cute. I don’t normally do cute—seductive, kinky, those are the kind of women I usually meet, but with her, I like the innocent feistiness that she is portraying, like a little kitten. My mind wonders how she would act if I took her to The Paradise Club, her innocence in seeing it for the first time. Would her cheeks burn bright as she watched people fucking in the cube? Would she moan and put on a show as I fuck her in front of a crowd? My dick tightens in my pants, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, so I move away from where she is and head back to my desk and take a seat, rearranging myself as I do so it doesn’t hurt as much.

“I can’t accept the painting as a gift, but I can as a loan for my office, advertising for your gallery,” she states.

“If that is what you need to accept it, then so be it, it’s a loan. You can grab some flyers for the gallery from Delphine and display them in your office.”

She huffs, annoyed that I’ve given in to her demands. “Glad, that’s settled. Like I said, it’s too much.”

“Yes, I got that the first hundred times you told me,” I snip, my dick aching as my balls throb with need.

“Good,” Rosie says, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Unless you’re about to drop to your knees and wrap that mouth around my cock. I have work to do.”

Rosie gasps as her mouth falls open at my harshness, but I need her to leave before my dick hulks out and pops the zip to my pants. She then walks toward my desk and places her hands on the wooden frame. “What would you do if I did drop to my knees?” It takes me a couple of moments to realize what she said.

“You have my dick so fucking hard right now, Rosie, I suggest you either put your mouth where it needs to be or get out of my office.”

Rosie bites her bottom lip as those green eyes narrow on me. “Have a good day, Daniel. Hope someone can help with your little problem.” She smirks.

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