Page 70 of Role Play
Thoughts swirled in my head like a whirlpool ready to drown me in my own overactive mind. Ash was broken. He was talking to Uncle Rich about me… which seemed to go against the very conversation we had had last night where we agreed to wait to bring HR intothis.
I stormed into Ash’s office with a newfound determination and slammed the door behind me. “What the hell, Ash?” Isnapped.
He jumped from where he sat at his desk, a half-eaten sandwich on a plate beside him. After he seemingly settled, looking around the room, his gaze narrowed onto me. “Watch yourself, Shorty. We may be at work, but that doesn’t mean I can’t punish youlater.”
“Nuh-uh,” I said, holding up a finger and stalking closer to his desk. Who the hell was I right now? Who was this girl who was putting her finger in her boss’s and lover’s face? “Don’t pull your Dom crap on me right now. I just ran into m—” I stopped myself, catching my almost slip of the tongue as I almost saidmy uncle. “Mr. Blair,” I recovered. Although, that recovery didn’t do me a whole lot ofgood.
“So?” Ashpushed.
Fuck.Sois right. I’m not supposed to know Richard. Why would he ever stop me or suspect I was Ash’s new plaything of the week. “So… it felt like for the briefest moment… he might suspect something betweenus.”
Ash stood, crossing around to the front of his desk and leaned back on it, facing me. “Why would he suspect you?” Ashasked.
Fuck.Let it go, Lucy, a little voice said inside of me. “I don’t know,” I croaked, lying. “It just felt like he was watching to see if I came into your office just now. And I had to wait for him to leave to slipinside.”
Ash raised a brow. “Slip inside? More like stormedinside.”
I huffed a sigh. “Did you tell Rich aboutus?”
“Yes… andno.”
That angry fuse that had been lit in me earlier? Well, it just fucking exploded like a stick of dynamite. “Which one is it… yes orno?”
“I asked him about the consent waiver and how important it is to have something filed with HR. I never mentioned you by name. All I said was that it was an employee of Silhouette who didn’t want her identity revealed because she didn’t want to appear as though nepotism was the reason she was doing well in herjob.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.Boom. That’s why Uncle Rich suspected me. It was practically the same damn reason I had given him for not wanting anyone to know he was myuncle.
I could just tell Ash the truth—that Richard Blair was my uncle. What did it matter at this point if he knew or not? It actually would make my life a hell of a lot easier. Although sleeping with the boss’s niece might be too much—even forAsh.
He’s broken. My eyes fell to the ring on Ash’s pinky.Please tell me, I begged without words. I needed him to open up to me. Even if just a littlebit.
“I wish we weren’t here at work,” Ashsaid.
My gaze shot to his. “No?”
“No. I wish we were back at my club. So I could bend you over, tie your wrists to your ankles and spank your ass until it was raw for the way you stormed in here yelling atme.”
My face flushed and sweat dotted against my forehead. I wanted that, too. So badly I could tasteit.
“Too bad for that pesky no sexy business at work rule we made,” Ash said, his breath hot as he towered overme.
I didn’t want to admit I wanted that, too. That I wanted to be bent over his desk, right here and now and I wanted him to own every part of my pleasure and pain. Instead, I swallowed and tilted my chin a little higher. “Yep. Too bad my career goals are cock-blocking you. Pesky women and our silly desire to be treated equally in the work place,right?”
I had expected to see his expression darken. But instead, a smile creased his pouty lips and wrinkled his fair blue eyes. My mouth went suddenly dry and I fought the urge to take a step back from him under that scrutinizing glare. Oh, I was going to get it later. Next time we were alone, I’d pay for that one. And if I was being honest with myself, that might be why I said it. A delighted shiver tumbled down myspine.
“Shorty, this has nothing to do with your career goals. You can be both a powerful woman inside these walls and a naughty little sub who loves the biting pain of a good ass spanking in the bedroom.” He paused, standing over me and drew in a long, slow inhale, his lips curving into a wicked smile. Leaning down, he ran his tongue across my bottom lip and I shuddered, parting my lips, offering them to him. “Good girl,Shorty.”
Did I say my mouth was dry? Yeah. Now, it was the freaking Sahara in there. Because all moisture in my body had flooded between my legs, likely leaving me dangerously dehydrated. Note to self: keep water bottle on hand aroundAsh.
He didn’t kiss me, though. Almost like he wouldn’t give me the satisfaction. “Butinside these wallsI am not a naughty submissive,” I said, my voicetrembling.
“The scent of your lips says differently,” he said. And even though he wasn’t smiling, there was a subtle, smug curve of hislips.
“I am a costume design assistant,” I continued, unsure of who I was trying to convince right now—him or me. “I’myourcostume designassistant—”
“You’re Jon’s and Kelly’s now. Notmine.”
“Either way, you’re still a higher position at this company. So, yeah. Within these walls I’m going to exercise my right to keep my legsclosed.”
