Page 13 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
Her fists tighten at her sides.When I give them a pointed glance and lift a brow as I slip my cufflinks into place, she clasps her wrist in front of her.
My mouth waters as the movement squishes her breasts together, deepening her cleavage and pillowing the mounds against her arms.
She crosses her arms over her chest.If eyes could kill, I’d be dead from her glare.
I tug my tie off the hanger and slip it around my nape.
“Although our contract states you’re my direct boss, I am still legally employed by your company.I willnotreport to your personal residence,” she snaps.
My hackles rise.No one has dared raise their voice to me since high school.I drop my arms and stalk toward her.She stiffens in alarm and shuffles backward.The wall stops her retreat.
“Is the little rabbit afraid she’ll give in to temptation and hop into my lap again?”I brace my palm beside her head and lean into her space.“Maybe I’m in danger right now, since we’re alone,” I murmur.
Her breath hitches and a blush rises from her chest to her face, but other than a flash of yearning in her eyes, she shows no signs of aggravation.The bland expression on her face taunts me.
“Have you ever seen a rabbit fight back?”she asks.
I peel my gaze from her lips and make a noncommittal sound in the back of my throat as I drown in her chocolatey orbs.
“They kick,” she says.
“Oh?”I answer, not really hearing her through the pounding in my hard cock.
She rolls her eyes.I lift my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, but she moves before I reach her.
I blink at the empty space for a moment, unsettled by how quickly she ducked under my arm and spun out of reach, but I shove my surprise aside, push off the wall, and slip my hands into my pockets to hide my erection and prevent myself from reaching for her again.
“Whichprofessionallocation should I report to at eight o’clock tomorrow morning?”Brook asks as she lifts her shawl and purse from the table.
I retrieve a business card from my coat pocket and extend it to her between my pointer and middle finger.
“Text your name to this number and my personal assistant will send you the address.”
She eyes me warily.I grit my teeth and silently count to five before I respond.
“I own more than one office building in New York City.We’ll meet at the smaller workspace near my apartment.”
When she still doesn’t take the card, I sigh and slip it into her disorganized purse.
“Don’t worry, little rabbit.”I squat and reach around her to place her sandals in front of her.“We won’t be alone, so you won’t need to use these soft little feet on me,” I promise.
She curls her bare toes against the floor but stands her ground as I look up her body to meet her eyes.
“An audience didn’t stop me from ‘hopping’” —yes, the impertinent little bitch forms air quotes with her fingers— “into your lap.What makes you think I need privacy to use violence?”
“I’ll always welcome your sharp little teeth in my flesh, so don’t hold back on my account,” I quip.
She studies my expression, inhales, and tilts her lips in the most saccharine smile I’ve ever seen.
“I apologize, Mr.Ricco, but go to hell.”
A laugh escapes my chest without warning.I reach for her ankle, but she steps back, swats my arm aside, grabs her sandals, and opens the front door before I react.With slow, measured intent, I rise and fix my suit before pinning her in place with the stare I’ve used to break countless business negotiators.
“It’ll be my pleasure, Ms.Simons,” I vow.
Her eyes widen before she hardens her features.I should have said Mrs.but couldn’t bring myself to address her as though she’s already married.She doesn’t correct me, but her unyielding expression as she steps into the hall could hide anything.
She steps out into the hall with her sandals in one hand and the door handle in the other.
