Page 21 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Seventeen

Connor stared at the doorway for a few seconds after an obviously irritated Morgan had stormed out of the room. Was she just irritated that another woman was getting his attention, or was it more insecurities? Damn it. Either way, he wasn't happy. His chest felt tighter. Connor hated the feeling of being restrained, tied down. His wandering ways were starting to get stronger the angrier Morgan acted. This couldn't be a good sign.

Just then, Shay giggled again and flipped her hair off her shoulder. Connor stood up and took a step back from her. A familiar feeling started to roll into his gut and groin. A quick flashback of Shay naked on his office floor sprang up in his head.

Shit. Stop being a young, dumb fuck. He reprimanded himself and took another step back.

Shay turned in her seat, staring up at him. Something changed in her blue eyes then. Her expression was much more reckless and needy. She unhurriedly stood up, keeping the eye contact. Shay took a step toward him, and Connor stood his ground. A sick part of him wanted to see what she would do.

"Mr. Slade, can I be frank?"

I should end this conversation before it snowballs. "Yes."

"I know you already have her, but," she lifted a finger to his abs, "what if you could have us both? I guarantee it would be worth it." She ran her finger down toward the top of his slacks.

Connor kept his expression flat and controlled. "Shay, I doubt very much that Ms. White would be interested in that."

Shay's hand reached his slacks. She subtly hooked one finger in the top and tugged. "Well, then. Have us at different times. I wouldn't tell."

His cock betrayed him and started to harden in his pants. He hoped Shay didn't notice. Connor lifted his hand and grabbed hers. She tensed her finger in his waistband, making it harder to remove her hand. Connor squeezed her wrist harshly, and she winced before she tilted her head back. She was enjoying this.

"Ms. Wilson, you are here to do a job."

"I know." A soft moan fell from her lips as her eyes widened.

"Shay, this isn't the same as before. I'm not the same as before."

"We can fix that." She bowed her head while twisting her hips.

"No."

Connor's whole body tensed then when a loud noise filled the room. He didn't have to look to know exactly what it was. His office door had slammed, and he knew who had slammed it. Fuck! He hastily ripped Shay's hand away from his body. She wore a slightly hurt expression.

"Grab your stuff and move back to the conference room." His jaw clenched tightly for more than one reason.

He was pissed at her and himself for letting that moment be seen by Morgan. Connor was also furious with himself for getting sick pleasure from this whole thing. His cock hardened even more as he turned away from Shay. I am a sick fuck. Morgan doesn't deserve this. But what do I deserve?

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Morgan grabbed her purse from her chair and spun around quickly. She almost tripped over her own feet as she started out of her office. When she was halfway down the hallway, she heard Mr. Slade exit his office.

"Ms. White, come here."

She didn't stop or slow her feet. Just before she got to the part of the hallway that turned off toward the reception area, a strong hand gripped her arm. She inhaled sharply as he swiftly pulled her back. Her back bumped into his chest as his face touched her neck.

Morgan stopped breathing as he spoke. "That wasn't me. I have instructed Shay to keep it professional. If she oversteps her bounds again, she’s gone."

He was breathing harshly against her. Morgan let her own deep breath rush from her. She closed her eyes as tears started to form. Should she believe him? Surely, he was a smart man. If he wanted to fuck Shay, he would have done it when Morgan was out of the office. Or worse, when he was out of the office.

Morgan tensed her body, flexing her arm under his hold. A shaky breath left her as a few tears ran down her cheeks. Finally, she turned to face him. Mr. Slade released her arm. His stare looked bothered, but there was a spark of remorse in them.

"You want me to believe that you don't like your ex throwing herself at your feet?"

"Morgan, I'm not stupid. Yes, Shay may have tried to rekindle something, but I told her no. I don't want that anymore." He placed his hand on her hip. "I already have what I want."

Morgan was desperate to believe him. Of course Shay wanted him back. Who wouldn't? "I want her out of your office."

An odd gleam flashed in his eyes. "Done."

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