Page 20 of My Arrogant Millionaire

She licked her red-painted lips and leaned over her laptop to turn it on. From my perspective, I could see the full curves of her lovely breasts and sank deeper into my chair.

She started the presentation. It was a neat, straightforward design that I liked. »Has Nic briefed you on what we’ve done so far?« Somehow, I enjoyed speaking to her in this business-like tone and unmistakably saw signs that it didn’t leave her unaffected either. The tense posture, her breathing deep and heavy, her fingers gripping tightly onto the projector remote.

She cleared her throat and nodded. »He has. You like it unconventional, Mr. Spencer.«

I almost had to laugh. There she was again, my feisty, hot girl. Her blue eyes sparkled defiantly. Only a door separated us from the anteroom where my assistant sat; someone could catch us at any moment since the room wasn’t locked. She was just as aware of this as I was, and it drove her just as crazy.

»I was thinking of an event that’s fun. After all, it’s the presentation of an open-world video game without boundaries.«

I raised an eyebrow. She had prepared well. »That’s right, boundaries are there to be crossed. Or what do you think, Miss Stone?«

Her breathing quickened, and my fingers twitched. Images came to mind of bending her over this table and lifting that damn tight skirt. Tasting her and penetrating her deeply until she screamed my name.

»In light of planning your event, that’s certainly true,« she replied, clearly trying to redirect the course of our conversation.

»But?«

Again, she licked her lips and was more than aware of the effect she had on me.

»But personal boundaries should be respected.« I understood, and although she was right, I wanted her even more. She was alluding to my one-night rule, which I had already softened. But now that we were business partners and she had much more to lose than I did, we had to stop. But I couldn’t! I simply couldn’t!

I stood up. My gaze fixed on her as I walked over, slowly pulling the remote from her fingers and tossing it onto the table behind me. »How much longer will we keep doing this?« I hissed, running my hand into the nape of her neck. »How much longer will you keep teasing and tormenting me?« She struggled to keep her eyes open and not lean into my touch, jutting her chin out as if she didn’t know which side of her should win. The irrational side that wanted to surrender to me, or the rational side that wanted to keep her job.

My hands moved from her neck to her hair and gently gripped it. »Ever since I left you, I’ve been thinking about our night and yesterday.«

»You made it clear that you only wanted this limited time.«

»And I was wrong.« I spun her around and pressed her against the table. She slid onto it and I stepped between her opened legs. Her skirt bunched up around her thighs. »Fuck, these damn thigh-high stockings again,« I growled but continued to touch her hair.

»You can’t set rules and break them whenever you want.«

»I like it when you scold me, honey.«

Slowly, I lowered my head, hovering just before her lips and felt her warm breath on my skin. »Don’t do this,« she whispered. She couldn’t resist the attraction between us either.

»Give me a decent reason not to kiss you, and I won’t.«

»My job, I want… I can’t risk it.«

»That’s not enough,« I whispered, and my free hand rested on her thigh. I felt the soft skin above the stockings and moaned quietly. But before I could continue and finally take what my body craved, she pressed her palms to my chest and pushed me away. I allowed it and detached myself from her.

»That might not be enough for you, but not everyone has to dance to your tune, Crisis,« she said firmly, as if she had remembered why she was here. She slid off the table and almost shamefully pulled her skirt down.

»Everything is fine, no one will find out,« I tried one last foggy attempt to be close to her.

She laughed bitterly. »Yes, exactly, and in the end, it’s just the amazing man who’s screwed some nameless employee on the conference table and caused her to lose her job.«

»Grace, what...«

She raised her hand. »Don’t.«

»But!« I took another step towards her. »What do you think of me? That I would boast about having seduced you?«

»Don’t pretend to be hurt now! You can just move on to the next one, but me, I’ll be back on the streets.«

»Again?« I was confused. »Explain it to me!« I pleaded, but Grace had already shut down. She stormed to her papers on the table and gathered them together.

»You’ll get the concept for the event in two days.« She tried to rush past me towards the door, but I stopped her and stood in her way.

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