Page 20 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
I blink.
This man really loves analogies.
But I’m secretly pleased that my plan worked, and he’s jealous.Or is he judging me?
The motherfucker.
“Is that right?And how would you know that, Mr.Kinglsey?Jumped on the same lily pads after him?”
His eyes sizzle with fury, and his nostrils flare.
“In this case, it appears I’ll have gone first.”He lifts a brow.
How dare he!
My arms drop, and before I can slap his beautiful rude face, he catches my wrist.
“Uh, uh.Save the bondage for yourprince.”
“Let me go,” I hiss again.“You need to stop this, Mason.
“Stop what?”He hesitates, dropping my arm.
“This obsession with me.Whatever this is.”
I get an eye roll for that.“Nice try.I told you what happened last night was a one-off.Don’t go thinking this is me being jealous.I am trying to save you from embarrassing yourself.”
Oh really?
“Honey,” I chime, with as much condensation as I can muster, “The fact you think I want more than just your nice fat cock is hilarious.”
Mason blinks, and his lips quirk.
“You think I have a nice, fat cock?”
Dear lord...the ego on this man.
We stare at one another for a long moment, sparks arcing between us, my anger just hovering under the surface but wanting to explode.
“I think a lot of things, but I can’t say them because you’re my boss,” I huff.
Mason tilts his head, sliding his hands into his pockets.He looks so handsome tonight in a pair of cream pants that hug his ass insanely well and a tan blazer.Handsome, wealthy and very stylish.
I bet he’d look much nicer with all of it on the floor though.
Not that I’ll ever let him know I want that.
Never again.
“Okay, then.Consider this conversation one where you have full immunity.Say whatever you want.”
I scoff.
“If you are after more compliments on your cock, you aren’t getting it.”
“But you think them.”
“You’re unbelievable, do you know that, Mason Kingsley?”I throw out my arms.“I fuck you in the office, and you think I’m after a ring.I’m not.For the record, I wanted to sleep with you, and so did you.The end.”
