Page 47 of Tell Me What You Want

When I read that, my eyes open wide as saucers, but I stay calm. He’s just trying to provoke me. He loves to get under my skin. I dare him with a look. He does not return my smile. Time passes and I relax. I see him glance at his computer, and imagine he’s writing me another email, when I hear him suddenly interrupt the meeting.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just received a message I must attend to immediately. I beg your forgiveness,” he says as he stands up. “Would you be so kind as to give me and my assistant a few minutes of privacy? And please, no interruptions. My assistant will let you know when we’re finished.”

I want to die.

Is he nuts?

I watch, astonished, as the executives pick up their folders and briefcases and leave. Jimena gives me a wink and follows her supervisor out the door. The last to leave is Amanda. She looks at me with a vinegary expression. “I’ll be right outside,” she says to Eric, in German, then closes the door behind her.

I’m still in my chair, staring at him and not sure I understand anything. He closes his cell, sprawls out in his chair, and stares right back at me.

“Miss Flores, come here.”

I leap and go straight to him, my expression indicating my surprise.

“But ... but how could you do that?”

He looks at me, smiles, but doesn’t answer.

“How could you just stop the meeting?” I ask.

“I gave you five minutes.”

“But ...”

“You’re the one who stopped the meeting.”

“Me?”

Eric nods affirmatively, and just as I step in front of him, he grabs my hand and pulls me between his legs. Then he pushes me and makes me sit on the table. Blushing, I quickly scan the room for cameras.

“There are no cameras in the room, but it’s not soundproof. If you scream, everyone will know what’s going on.”

I’m about to protest, when Eric does that thing that drives me crazy. He licks my upper lip. He looks at me. Then he runs his tongue on my lower lip, bites it until I open my mouth, and finally kisses me. He sucks on my mouth in such a way that I’m breathless, and like always, I surrender. He pushes me down on the table and raises my skirt. His hands slowly climb my thighs until I feel them reach my hips. Then he grabs the tanga and yanks it off.

“Mmm ... I’m glad to see you’re wearing a tanga.”

I’m enjoying the moment and give in to the game.

I lick my lips and open my legs shamelessly, wanting more, and then he lifts his head without otherwise moving.

“Did you bring what I’ve told you to always have with you?”

I close my eyes and curse in frustration.

“I left it at the hotel.”

My reaction makes him laugh. He sits me up on the table while barely touching me, except for the insides of my thighs.

“I’m sorry, sweetness. But I’m sure you won’t forget next time.”

I just look at him, stunned.

Is he going to leave me like this?

He gives me a little slap on the butt when I get off the table.

“Miss Flores, we have to continue the meeting. And please, don’t interrupt it again.”

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