Chapter Nine
Kealen
Allie's face was pressed against the glass, her gaze set forward on the blackened hills. They were hard to make out in the dark, but during the day, I had the best view in the city.
I spent two years designing this building, and the year before designing the restaurant we had dinner in. I loved watching my creations come to life, every last detail had purpose and meaning.
“Who am I?” I asked, letting my eyes lick her body. Her ass was the perfect bubble; plump, firm, and if I didn't know better. . . Begging me to slap it.
Her head twisted over her shoulder, eyes large and curious. “Yeah, who are you?”
“Well. . .” Tapping my hand on the couch, I looked around the room. “I guess that depends.”
Her hips swung around, leg kicking out to the side. I followed the lean lines of her muscles up to the diamond shape carved out between her thighs. Allie was tempting, she was temptation dressed in purity.
And I wanted her, I wanted her like you needed air to live.
“Depends on what?”
Fuck, this woman was sexy as hell. Her tits ruffled up as she crossed her arms over her chest, her long lashes fanned her lids like canopies. Every detail of Allie was a masterpiece.
She had these tiny freckles that rode the bridge of her nose and feathered out under her eyes. A light birthmark stained her right shoulder, shaped like a splashed drop of ink.
Details are what made us who we are. I always paid close attention to everything, even the most subtle of details could tell you more than anything someone might say.
And hers fleshed out in a way that let me in.
I could already see when she got lost in thought because her eyes would crinkle in at the corners and her brows would skip up. When she got nervous, her fingers tapped her thighs and danced around like she was conducting an orchestra.
But all of that still wasn't enough for me to see what I truly wanted—the real her.
“It depends on what you want to hear.”
Slowly walking back in my direction, Allie shuffled her feet across the floor. Her sandals echoed through the room in high-pitched chirps, her legs elongating with each step. “Tell me why you brought me here.”
The closer she got, the more I wanted to reach out and grab her. I wanted to feel her thighs straddle my waist and her tits press into my face. My cock thickened at the image, stiffening and growing.
Shifting in place, I pushed my back into the cushion. “You were talking about not knowing what you were going to do, I thought maybe I could help you. You could work here—”
Cutting me off, she pointed down at me. “For you?”
“Yes, for me.” Nodding, I watched her face. I wanted to see her reaction and watch what she did with it.
Allie's face fell flat, her lids expanding as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “You want to be my boss?”
“I guess you could put it that way. But I want more than that.” I wasn't going to tiptoe around it anymore. She needed to know what I felt and what I wanted.
If she wasn't going to open up to me, then I was going to make sure she knew what I expected. Life wasn't a game of chess where I was going to guess her next move.
I was determined to make her mine and I wasn't going to let her say no.
Her hands fell to her sides, weightlessly drifting back and forth. “You want sex?” Wrapping her arm around her waist, she pointed down at me. “Is that what you're telling me?”
“What?”Jerking my shoulders forward, I held my palms out. “No—I mean—if you want to, but no.” Smiling, I felt a quick flutter in my gut. “What I'm trying to say is that the job offer isn't in return for sex.”
What the hell?
That didn't come out how I meant it to.