Page 6 of His Price

“Hello, Liam,” she replies in her seductive voice. “I hope life is well.”

“Incredibly well, thank you.” Vivian and I have a very professional relationship, but I’ve never done corporate law with her. She is the owner of a high-class sex club here in the city, and she’s my supplier for all things kink related. I have plans for Aria this weekend. I want her heart. But first, I’ll claim her body. “I need to schedule a visit tonight, if possible,” I say.

“Of course,” she replies, “do you know what time you’ll be arriving?”

“Will seven work for you?”

“That will be fine. See you then, Liam.”

“Goodbye, Vivian.” I hang up the phone, placing it back onto the receiver, glancing at Mallory who’s sitting at her desk, busy on the phone. She normally would have planned all my travel arrangements, but this weekend is personal to me. I can’t chance that Mallory will tell Aria about my plans. I want to surprise her. Though Aria also needs to be prepared, so I reach for my phone again and enter the number of Jackson’s office that Mallory wrote down earlier on a sticky note.

The phone rings twice before Aria’s soft voice says, “Jackson Keller’s office.”

“Hello, Aria.”

A long pause.

When she speaks again, her voice sounds even more sultry now. “Mr. Maxwell, shame on you for making a personal call during work hours.”

This is the game she and I play. She tempts me, and she uses that to make me hunger for her. “I am the boss,” I remind her.

She laughs. “Ah, yes, but I am not.”

“Is Keller working you to the bone over there?” I ask, hearing the bite in my voice. “You know there’s a job always waiting for you here.”

“I’m sure we can find more interesting things to talk about than my boss, don’t you think?”

“Possibly,” I reply playfully.

“You have exactly one minute so let’s not waste it.”

I turn in my swivel chair and glance out the window again to the high-rise where Jackson’s office is housed, almost able to imagine Aria behind her desk. Her legs crossed, her sex hot and wet as she reacts sensually to my voice in the same way my cock is hard reacting to hers. “I’m calling to let you know that you’ll need to pack a bag this weekend.”

“Oh,” she says, and I hear the smile in her voice. “Do I need a passport?”

“No, we’re staying local.”

“Any hints on where we’re going?”

“Absolutely none.”

She laughs quietly and then her laughter abruptly ends, telling me Jackson has come to her desk. I wouldn’t put it past the fool that he’s been listening in on all her conversations to catch when I would call. “Thank you for calling, Mr. Maxwell.” Another pause, and then she adds quietly, obviously to avoid Jackson’s eavesdropping, “Now stop bothering me at work. You know the rules. You can’t see or speak to me before the weekend. That’s all you paid for.”

“Rules are meant to be broken,” I tell her firmly.

“Not these rules.”

My mouth creases in heated amusement. “That sounds like you’re telling me what I can and cannot have, Aria?”

“That’s because thatiswhat I’m saying.”

There’s the push in her voice that she does so well. The edge that she knows drives me fucking crazy. It’s a game. She knows it. So do I. She pushes and pushes and pushes, teasing and toying with me, knowing how much I want to take control. “Do you know what happens when you cage a beast, Aria?” I ask her slowly, feeling the burn of power slide through my veins.

Her breath hitches through the phone line, and her voice, while firm, heats with promise. “He sleeps.”

The phone line goes dead.

I lean back in my chair and absorb the way she conjures such dominance in me. It’s what I’ve always found so intriguing about her. She makes me want to own her. She’s sassy and strong and sexy, and every goddamn thing that I want. She has no idea what she’s started here today. I suspect she thinks I’ll find what she’s said cute, and that I’ll patiently wait for her like she’s told me that I must do.

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