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I stop in front of his PA’s desk. She doesn’t look up. Her fingers sound like a battle march on the plastic keyboard. Her shiny, blonde hair is loose on her narrow shoulders, falling down her generous cleavage, which is covered by a silk and very revealing white camisole. I can see her long legs peeking out under the desk; her red high heels are stilettos.
Now I understand why Gabe went to Evelyn’s office to hand pick his new PA. This must be what he likes? Blonde, voluptuous, and sending Medusa vibes? My complete opposite.
Crikey! Who cares. Who CARES!
I already loathe her for the way she dismissed me over the phone. But then her cold eyes give me a quick, disdainful once-over—surely finding me lacking since slutty PA is definitely not my style—before rudely going back to her computer. Wicked, murderous feelings start to spread inside my chest.
After a long minute of me staring at her, she asks, “Can I help…you?” Her voice couldn’t have been more uninterested and fake.
I take a big breath and remind myself that clawing Medusa’s face, although it would give me unimaginable pleasure, it would also ruin my silver pearl nails. “Lori Boone, I want to talk to G—the boss.”
She keeps clacking on that infernal keyboard as she replies, “You don’t have an appointment.”
She’s just pouring fuel on my blazing temper with her snobbish attitude. Evelyn must be really scraping the bottom of the PA’sbarrel. “I tried to make an appointment over the phone a few days back, but you told me that his earliest free slot is in two months.”
“And for you, it is.” She emphasizes theyou.Does she hate me on principal, or has Gabe instigated her against me? The thought irritates me even more. Like smoldering coals, my anger keeps burning under the surface until the flames reach the tips of my fingers.
I press a hand on her desk and lean threateningly toward her. My smile is evilly sweet. “I don’t need an appointment, dearie.” I filled the endearment with poison. “And before you move the filler in your lips again, have you ever noticed that assistant has the words ass and ant in it? I admire ants, they are very hard workers and can carry twenty times their weight. But when someone makes an ass of themselves, it is just deeply…vexing. And do you know what I do to people that vex me?” I pause for effect, and it works beautifully. “I get even.”
She has plastered herself to the back of her chair, eyes wide as she grips the armrest tightly.
I straighten back up and smooth my red shorts before talking to her again. “Now do your bloody job properly by announcing my presence to your boss. Because I’m going to get inside that office whether you do it or not.”
She scoffs and swallows, but I hear her hurriedly tell “Mr. Reed” through the intercom on her desk that a very rude and inappropriate man is about to enter his office as I approach the door. She utters the word security, but indifferent to the threat, I turn the knob anyway and push. It’s not until I hear Gabe’s deep voice that my pulse kicks in my jugular.
“Don’t. It’s fine,” he says, using his unfazed tone. My dick twitches and stands to attention, like he recognizes his sole master. My pucker clenches involuntarily. He fucked me so long and so deeply four days ago that I shouldn’t want him again. Ever again.
But one look at him sitting behind the enormous desk, and I feel hot, heavy anticipation building in the pit of my stomach. I stare at him hungrily. Four days without even a glimpse and I feel starved for him.
Get a bloody grip, Lori!
He pins me with a dry and somehow heated look. In the sunlight, his eyes have a sparkly gray hue, anchoring me right where I stand.
He slowly stands, looking dangerous and ruthless. He has a way of moving that resembles a big cat, a fluidity in his hips that makes me recall the way he fucked me. Raw.
I was out of my mind but still enjoyed his bareback dick inside me. That perfect-sized cock—thickness, length, hardness. Fuck! I want to feel it again. In my mouth this time. My cock has its own heartbeat as Gabe comes closer. My reaction to him is as vibrant and strong as ever. And that’s when an icy cold sensation starts to run through my veins, as I get a hard punch of reality to the face.
I want him.
This is not an infatuation. And I don’t think it’ll go away. I’m not even fully aware what it means, but I feel it burning low in my gut. And in the nearly irresistible need to open my legs for him. There’s a twitch in my thighs, but I don’t move as he rounds his desk and halts a few feet from me.
“Is there a reason why you are barging into my office?”His voice is flat, but his eyes slide down my body like a long, wet lick of his tongue.
His words register, and my brain finally decides to get on board. “I wouldn’t have if you’d let me talk to you for a damn minute.”
He frowns slightly, and his hands move to grab the edge of the desk. “Here’s your minute.”
“I just wanted to say thank you, you insufferable bastard,” I hiss, taking a step closer.
The silence in the room is deafening after my confession. He just keeps staring at me, looking tense.
Fuck this! Fuck my body and its horny urges.
“Why do I even bother? Maybe I should have written a card and shoved it between your PA’s tits, that would have surely gotten your attention,” I bark, feeling bile rising up in my throat. “Don’t worry, we’ll pretend it never happened. I hardly remember any of it anyway,”
His demeanor suddenly changes; it’s subtle, but I can…feel it. And see it in his blazing gaze and the wicked curve of his lips. His voice seems different when he talks. “I’ve finger fucked that tight hole and then come all over you. Your sweet ass still bears the imprint of my dick. Just like your memories do. It fucking happened, Little Wasp.”
The nickname catapults me back to that night, to the utter and raw relief that taking him inside me brought, like his cock was the answer to all my prayers. The sensation spreads throughout my body, and for a second, I’m floating. Gabe’s lips tilt up atone corner as he studies me, and I’m shocked all over by his willingness to show any kind of emotion.
