Page 70 of Seducer

She didn’t want any attention drawn to her. I was attracted to the thought that the world’s best human weapons were those who hid completely under the radar. She could easily be an explosive device no one saw coming.

Her disguise had certainly worked with me.

However, there’d been no way of preventing the heavy electricity we’d experienced since meeting one another. My entire body was tense, the anticipation of breaking down more of her walls far too enticing. I’d planted the limited information on the Obsidian Society. My gut had told me she was searching for a prize that she was clueless about.

The game would chew her up and spit her out. Although I had to admit her answers and continued rebelliousness heightened her intrigue. Given I normally couldn’t care less about whether a contestant was ready for the savagery of the game or not, the fact I’d given her wellbeing any thought represented both an obstacle and a deeper need.

But my interest in the lovely young woman wasn’t pure by any sense of the word. If she wasn’t careful, my seduction would turn into claiming her.

Sara regarded me coolly after my proclamation, darting several glances to my door.

“If you think anyone is either coming to help or interfering with our time together, you are wrong.”

“The janitorial staff will be here any minute.”

I grinned, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. “I gave them the night off.”

“You did plan this. Were you following me?” The fact she continued to challenge me pushed my libido to the highest range possible. Losing control in my place of business wasn’t a good idea, but she was purposely pushing me. I should warn her to becareful, but the truth was that there was no fairness in filth and sin. None.

I made the rules. It was up to her to follow them or face additional punishment. Did she have any clue I’d been inside her apartment? Did she know how much I’d learned about her? Probably not and I planned on keeping it that way.

For now.

“Did I need to?” I asked, playing innocent.

She scoffed. “What if I don’t accept your method of punishment?”

“Then I’ll be forced to contact a police detective friend of mine. He’s well versed in the art of cybercrimes.”

“Cybercrimes? That’s not what I was doing.”

“Are you certain of that?” I shoved my hands into my pockets, throwing the ball in her court. While I had the perfect opportunity to shackle and keep her as mine, that would destroy all the excitement of the game.

There was a flair about the way she shook her head. “Here I thought everyone was wrong about you and you were really a nice guy.”

“Not a chance. I was born a demon. Now, which punishment would you prefer?”

I was impressed she kept a rock-hard, angry look on her face for almost a full additional minute even as the truth of her situation was nagging at her. She finally had to drop her resolve. “I want to say I’m sorry for what I did, but now, I’m no longer certain about that.”

“An interesting switch in demeanor, but nevertheless, it doesn’t change what has occurred.” I looked at my watch on purpose, although I couldn’t care less about what time it was. “I’m a busy man, Ms. Capshaw. I’ve offered you an olive branch to keep your career and your freedom. What will it be?”

“Bastard,” she said under her breath.

“Absolutely.”

Her entire body remained stiff as she walked from around my desk. I had to admit to myself that she looked damn good sitting in my chair. Perhaps I’d fuck her in that very chair at some point.

She threw another look at the open door before confronting me with her arms crossed. “Fine. I accept, but get it the hell over with. I have a life to live.”

I found her insolence refreshing.

The offer of spanking her was merely a stopgap to my true, blatant desires. The choice offered had been an off the cuff decision, not something I’d ordinarily suggest. However, it would allow me an opportunity to learn more about the sweet kitten.

Including whether she could really handle being sent an invitation to the games.

“Remove your skirt and panties and lean over my desk.” There was still a hint of excitement about what I had planned for her. The act might be tame in comparison to what else I enjoyed, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the moment spent with her.

My balls ached just like they did every time I was in her company. Her sweet scent alone was enough to remind me I was in an entirely different and much darker league than she was.

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