Page 5 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Five

Connor slowed to a jog as he neared his office building. He was breathing heavily from his three mile run. It was a great stress reliever but not half as great as the real stress reliever he wanted: Morgan. In these moments, that trapped feeling was gone. In these moments, he felt like he didn't want a life without her. Now, if only that feeling would stick around.

He jogged up the backstairs of the building so he didn't have to run into anyone at the reception desk being all sweaty. As he left the stairwell onto his floor, his cock was already starting to stiffen. Just then, a small amount of guilt tried to cloud his thoughts. Was this selfish, or was Morgan just as happy with their arrangement as he was?

Connor shook his head slightly. Those thoughts were for another time. Not now. He balled his hands into fists just before he reached his door. He guessed that if he found her ready and waiting, he would have his answer, at least temporarily.

As he entered his office, his mood fell instantly. There on his desk were his usual after-run requirements. His water, organic nut bar, and energy drink were waiting, but not his girl. He had expected her to be right next to his desk. He walked farther into the room and checked his private break room. No Morgan. Connor scowled as he walked back out to the hallway and poked his head into her office. He didn't see her there, either.

"What the hell?" A frustrated breath rushed from him.

A bit of anger mixed with worry. Maybe she had had enough of being his office plaything. Had he gone too far this morning? Connor walked back into his office and picked up the water. He quickly took a giant swig, contemplating.

"Damn it." He reached down and pressed a button on his phone. "Marcie, have you seen Ms. White?"

After a few seconds, her voice responded from the speaker. "No. Do you need me to check the break room?" It was hard to tell, but her voice sounded almost jovial.

He pressed the button again. "No."

Connor took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a minute. What the hell? Was she testing him? Trying to make him angry or was she trying to get him to prove how much he wanted her? Or was Morgan showing him that she was done?

His concern and frustration were growing, along with his damn cock. Connor let out a low growl as he swung his arms, accidently knocking his water bottle to the floor. He just rolled his eyes, leaving it lie. He hastily took his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. His face felt overheated, and his hands were aching to touch his girl.

Connor grabbed his cock, adjusting his erection in his running shorts and then instantly stilled his movements. There was a noise coming from his private bathroom. His shower had just started. Connor's anger didn't fade, however. It just morphed into something almost as dark.

Ms. White, you're playing a dangerous game. Do you realize that?

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Morgan nervously moved her weight back and forth from one leg to the next as she waited. She was hoping Mr. Slade would see this as sexy teasing, but truthfully, she wasn't sure. His attitude could easily be irritation toward her not following his directions. Well, technically, she was waiting for him. Maybe just not in the way he had wanted.

"Ms. White." His voice came from right outside the bathroom door.

Morgan felt like her stomach had just jumped into her throat. She swallowed hard, now twisting her fingers together. She answered in a hushed voice. "Yes, Sir?"

Her eyes widened as the bathroom door slowly opened. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her. Mr. Slade was shirtless. Beads of sweat were running down his chiseled abs. His hair was damp and lying lazily across his forehead. His green eyes became more intense as they moved from her face down her body. Morgan was standing there, next to his running shower, completely nude.

"You told me to be waiting." Her voice quivered as she spoke.

"What would you have done if it wasn't me at the door?" He stepped into the bathroom, and she could feel the tension rise. His stare was serious and commanding.

"Sir … I…" She took a small step back, bumping into the wall.

Mr. Slade took another step, closing the door behind himself. Morgan's legs shook slightly as she watched him. His arms and chest muscles were tensing. He lowered his head a little but kept eye contact with her. She was his prey. Other women might not enjoy that feeling but Morgan did. This striking man was lustful for her and no one else. At least, in this moment.

A quick memory of her ex-fiancé calling her too boring for his sexual needs ran through her mind. Morgan pushed it out. She didn't want to think about anyone else but Connor right now.

"Was your intention to make me find you? To make me anxious?" He stepped closer still, and she had nowhere to go.

"Mr. Slade … no, I just thought this … well," she stammered nervously. Morgan had no idea what he wanted to hear. "I wanted you to know I was up for anything." Those words rushed out without her fully thinking them through.

An extremely slow smirk lifted one side of his face. His eyes narrowed on her, staring deep into hers. She felt as if her chest was tightening with the buildup in the small bathroom.

"Anything? Be careful what you say, Ms. White."

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