Page 9 of His Little Stowaway

My own body towering over her, hungry for more than just a hand here or there.

More than just her falling into my lap too.

“It’s a fast elevator,” I assure her, sensing her nerves still. And still not completely sure if it’s just me or the need to use the bathroom she’s worried about.

Once the silver doors swish close behind me, I can relax.

She’s not going anywhere.

We’re on my turf now.

Chapter Five

Brynn

I know if I’d really made a point of wanting out, Pearce would’ve stopped the car.

If I really wanted to leave, he wouldn’t have used force to stop me.

Thing is, he doesn’t have to.

He kinda had me at the look he gave when he opened the car door, then by playing along. Even putting up with my bratty attitude which I put down to the shock of this morning so far, as well as needing to eat and use the bathroom pretty urgently.

I thought I could hold on, but not knowing where or even when I’d be getting near one?

I had to ask.

It’s early still. I’d usually still be in bed at this hour, and as the elevator opens into a wide, marble floored reception area, I can see that Pearce, Mr. Masters, likes to be the first one at work each day.

“Through here,” he says, guiding me forward with his huge hand on my back, giving me tingles as I replay the whole falling into his lap thing over and over in my mind.

The whole top floor is his domain, I get that impression at a glance.

And I know we’re on the top floor because I can practically see the other side of the city from up here.

Pearce uses one hand to hold open a huge glass door and with the other, he nudges me through where I see another imposing door.

Wooden this time and looking about as solid built as he is.

Swiping a keycard we’re in what I can tell at once is his office.

The place is about as big as our whole floor at home, but he ignores my wide eyes and open mouth, for now, directing me to a simpler wooden door which he tells me is the place I’m looking for.

I need to go, and badly, but keep my eyes on him right up until I have to close the door. Watching him stride over to his desk with the air of a master resuming his work.

The world that’s been waiting at his feet all night is stirring once again.

Me?

I’m trembling from head to toe by the time I do what I came for. And not just because of the need to pee.

The office bathroom is as big as our whole apartment, and like the reception area, his office, everything about the man is just amazing.

Even his bathroom oozes power, class, and just a little bit of the over-the-top opulence I got a taste of in the limo.

Washing my hands, I catch more than a glimpse of myself in the massive mirror.

I gasp loudly, holding my hands to my face and then running them through what used to look like hair.

I look like crap.

It’s any wonder, Pearce, even let me stay in his car, let alone…

Oh my god. I can’t let him see me like this.

He already has.

What the hell was I thinking?

The door swings open, and his huge shadow casts over me, making me jump.

“All done?” he growls, that low tone of his voice having more and more of an effect on my body.

“I look…” I try to say, feeling embarrassed, not even registering he’s just waltzed into the bathroom without knocking.

“What if I was...” I start in protest, trying to sound angry and failing.

“What if you were?” he asks, reading my mind and cocking his brow before a phone rings behind him, making him sigh to himself with resignation.

“Make yourself at home,” he says warmly, looking pleased with himself as he scans my body again.

“There’s a shower and towels. A robe too if you need it,” he adds, moving his eyes past me to the vast space beyond that is the huge shower and making me clutch at my still damp clothes.

The thought of him walking in on me showering creates quite a different reaction.

But as quickly as he’s appeared, he’s gone again, leaving me wanting more of his smart ass remarks already.

More of his scent.

More of his shadow over my body.

More of all of him.

I stand for a time, feeling undecided.

There’s a huge tub I know has a Jacuzzi function as well as one of those open showers.

The kind where the huge square nozzle can drench you from ten feet above like a giant cloud.

Kind of like the city weather last night, but warmer.

The thought makes me shiver and then smile.

He said there are towels, but I don’t see any. I spot a row of freshly laundered robes, but no towels.

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