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And now I’m right back in that private room at Club Wyld, completely under this man’s control. A quick study at his flashing eyes tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing. And he’s most definitely enjoying it.
I raise my shoulders, determined not to let on that he’s been successful with this little tease. I may be submissive when it comes to the bedroom, but I’m no wilting flower. I paste a smooth, professional smile on my face. “Of course,sir. I’d be happy to help out in any way I can.”
I take great pleasure in the way his eyes widen with hunger at my use of the wordsir. Before he can say anything else, I grab the serving cart. “I better get out there. Providing refreshment, and all.”
Just as I push past him, his hand darts out to catch me, strong fingers grasping my wrist. “You’ll sit in a chair by the windows,” he says. “Notat the table.”
Well, that put a damper on my whole powerful woman act. It shouldn’t hurt that he doesn’t want me at the table with all his high-powered executives. I am just his assistant. But it does sting, and I’m not sure why.
But then Luke leans over me again, his hot breath close to my ear, his voice velvet and gravel all at once. “I’ll be able to see you if you’re sitting there. And I’d like to keep my eye on you.”
“Why?” I whisper, knees weak all over again.
“Because, sweet girl,” he murmurs, and a shiver runs through me. “I need to be able to look at this gorgeous face whenever I want.”
Okay, this is definitely crossing the line into complicated. My boss flat out saying that he wants to look at me is completely inappropriate. Even if his words do have my blood heating. Before I can respond, he places a hand at the small of my back and gives a soft push forward. “Now be a good girl and get to work.”
Oh, hell. This man might just kill me.
Luke
I’m playing with fire and I know it. I also can’t seem to bring myself to care.
I’ve spent the last three days doing everything I could think of to stay busy. That was the only way I could keep myself from ordering Miss Fields into my office and on her knees on an hourly basis. It’s been a hectic week, what with my return from Asia and the need to catch countless people up on the work I did there. But even so, I found myself doing more and more—more meetings, more phone calls, more trips to visit vendors and clients. Pretty much anything to keep my mind off the gorgeous redhead now sitting feet from my office.
Maybe pressuring her to be my PA was a bad idea.
But no. I won’t let myself think that. The truth is, I’m desperate to spend as much time as I can with her—even if that time is spent with her safely on the other side of my office door. I like her being there, even when I can’t see her. I like knowing that she’s safe, that she’s close, that she’s being provided for. And when she’s sitting at her desk in my building, I know for certain that she’s not with Aden Roth. Yes, I’m fully aware that these thoughts make me a caveman. I also don’t give a shit.
Those few moments pressed against her in the kitchen were my best since the weekend. The feel of her body, the heady sweet flowered smell of her hair. Hearing her sharp intake of breath when I pressed close, seeing the way she shivered at my touch. I fucking love knowing that I affect her as much as she affects me.
And God, does she affect me. All she has to do is peer at me with those innocent, wide blue eyes and my dick goes hard as a rock. It’s only been a few days, but it’s already feeling almost impossible to stay away from her.
I have to figure out a way around this. I have to get her to agree to let me touch her, to prove to her that her job won’t be in danger even if she allows us to be something more. God, I want us to be more.
A nasty, niggling little thought comes to mind. Aden fucking Roth. She hasn’t mentioned him since that first day—not that we’ve had the opportunity to discuss anything lifestyle related. Still, I keep hoping she’s going to show up one day and tell me that she called off their arrangement. I called Andres at the club just this morning to ask if Roth has been in since the weekend. Rebecca told me that she mostly saw him at the club, so I soothe myself with the probability that he hasn’t touched her since I had her writhing on my bed.
I shift in my seat, trying to redirect my attention to the financial officer currently speaking. He’s going over the short-term projections for the new company we acquired in Hong Kong. But how am I supposed to keep my mind on something as boring as numbers when she’s sitting just a few feet away?
Of course that thought sends my eyes right back to her. As she’s done every time I’ve turned my gaze on her, she tilts her head down, demure and meek. Her shyness reminds me of her gorgeous submissiveness and my cock is screaming at me to kick everyone out and take her right here on the table. Hell, I’d fuck her in front of all of them without a second thought. A savage kind of hunger goes through me at the thought. She had liked the exhibitionist aspect of The Draw that night. Had liked being naked on stage, objectified and greedily looked at by all those people. And there’s something darkly appealing about publicly making my claim on her. I’ve noticed a few of the men at this table darting glances at her. It’s a struggle not to rip out their fucking eyeballs.
Maybe we could explore her exhibitionist side at Club Wyld sometime. I prefer to spend time in my own private room, but the club offers plenty of opportunities to enjoy some kinky public fun. I could strap her in to a St. Andrews Cross in one of the viewing rooms and—
I groan out loud, drawing a confused glance from the people sitting close to me. I hurriedly hide my face in the files in front of me, trying to get it together. I can’t be thinking about that at work. I’m overseeing a billion dollar deal here, for Christ’s sake.
There’s also the little matter of her actual dom,I remind myself, then have to bite back another groan.
It suddenly occurs to me that the room has gone silent, and I look up to see every eye on me, faces expectant. Shit. It must be my turn.Get it together, Davis,I tell myself. As I stand and button my jacket, I can’t seem to help my eyes going straight to Rebecca. For once, she doesn’t look down. Instead she holds my gaze, those clear blue eyes interested, like she can’t wait to hear what I have to say.
Somehow, that’s the thing that finally snaps me out of my Rebecca-induced haze—Rebecca herself. I have the strangest urge to impress her, to dazzle my girl with how important and in control I am. This boardroom is my kingdom, the same place I made my fortune. The very building we stand in is a testament to years of non-stop hard work, the culmination of all my efforts to claw my way from poverty and insecurity to power, wealth, and, above all, security. That’s what I want Rebecca to see when she looks at me—someone she can be proud of.
Or maybe I’m no better than a teenage boy trying to impress the girl he has a crush on.
Either way, I find it suddenly easy to slip back into my role as high-powered CEO. I take my team through the merger, through the weeks of negotiations culminating in my success. Merger is a kind if not exactly true description. This deal was nothing short of a buyout. We need to keep things on an even keel for a while so as not to scare off the new company’s investors—or their team of talented engineers. But once things are on track, we’re going to be making changes, and I outline the entire vision.
By the time I’m finished, I can see that I’ve won over every person in the room. Most of them were already with me, but a few—mainly the older, more conservative members of the board—thought I was overextending our resources with this deal. Looking around the room now, though, I can tell they look pretty happy. As they should—I just made all of us a shit ton of money.
After my presentation, the meeting starts to wrap up. Several board members approach me, hands outstretched, wanting, presumably, to thank me. And ramble on about a bunch of mind-numbingly boring nonsense, no doubt. I can’t help directing my gaze over their heads to where Rebecca is beginning to gather empty coffee mugs and the collection of napkins, crumpled paper, and other assorted junk that the executives left behind.
