Sin She pivots and runs for the exit.
It’s sheer luck, pure instinct, that I flick up my arm and snatch the phone from out of the air.
"Why, you little hellion!"
I lunge forward and grab her around the waist with my free arm. She yells and strains against my hold. I haul her
back against me, her back flattened to my stomach, the curve of that sweet arse pressed up against my groin. Of
course, I am instantly hard. The column of steel between my legs tents my pants and stabs into the valley between
her butt cheeks. She shudders, then her shoulders stiffen.
Every part of her goes rigid.
"Let me go." She huffs.
"After that stunt?" I dip my head until my lips graze her ears. She winces. Her scent de epens in the air. Oh, yeah,
the little tease is as turned on as I am. "Which, by the way, failed."
"Huh?"
I thrust the phone in front of her face.
"Damn it." Her body slumps, "Can’t do one thing properly, huh?"
Her self-loathing is evident in her tone. Something hot stabs at my chest. Why should it bother me that all the
confidence seems to have drained out of her? This is what I wanted right? Her at my mercy? And after that
spectacular tantrum that she pulled, which had lodged somewhere de ep inside of me. Nothing she’d said about me
was accurate. Of course, not.
I am not insecure, not the one who is holding onto my position in the world as if it is all that matters. Which it
does, of course. Not that I am admitting to that.
Everything I’ve done so far was to a plan. It is a means to an end. As is she. So why am I hesitating now that I have
her where I want her? Powerless. Because I prefer her fighting me, challenging me, standing up to me... So much
more entertaining than the rest of my employees, who scuttle away at the mere sight of me. Maybe I’m bored, and
wanted someone other than the rest of the Seven to banter with me, huh? And I admit it, she is far easier on the eye
than any of them, of course.
"You going to apologize, Bird?"
She strains against me again and I tighten my hold on her.
"You going to admit you were wrong in what you said earlier?"
Her spine stiffens, "No."
My left eyelid twitches. "What did you say?"
"I didn’t do anything wrong... If anything, I was spot on in my opinion of you. It’s the one thing I am good at,
sizing up a person."
"Oh?" I grind my groin against her arse. My cock thickens. "And what do you say about the size of that?"
Her entire body jerks, "I could sue you for sexual harassment."
"Don’t be crude."
"I’m being crude?" She makes a gurgling sound.
"And untruthful."
"Seriously, you need to get your head examined."
"I’d rather examine... you."
"Aargh." She pulls up her bent arm and I sidest ep. Good thing I am so agile, huh? Her elbow grazes the side of my
abs and she huffs.
"Stay still or you’ll hurt yourself."
"Stop telling me what to do."
"I haven’t begun."
She makes a hissing sound.
How cute. I bite the inside of my cheek. "You’re beginning to sound like a scratchy vinyl."
"And you’re seriously pissing me off." She snaps her head back and connects with my chest. The vibrations
ricochet down to the inevitable destination... my groin. My shaft engorges further. Fuck.
I widen my stance. She links her fingers, snaps back her arms and buries her elbows in my solar plexus.
Stars flash behind my eyes. My vision narrows.
"That’s enough."
I push her against the conference table, and she squeaks.
I bend her over, so her cheek is flat on the surface. Her arse sticks out in the air, and slots in very nicely against my
front, thank you very much. I drop the phone face up on the table, then flex my fingers. "If you continue this way,
it’s going to make things worse."
"Buzz off." She kicks out, catches me in the shin.
My thighs flex, my balls throb in reaction.
"I can’t let that go unpunished." I st ep back, putting a smidgen of space between us, then spank her arse, once.
Her entire body jerks, "Jesus," she yells.
"You called, Babe?"
"OMG, that was beyond corny. Did you read the book on Ten Ways to Seduce a woman? Newsflash asshole, this
is
not one of them, by the way."
"It’s a million ways actually. I wrote it."
There’s silence for another beat, then a chuckle wheezes out of her. Something lifts from my shoulders. Guilt at
how I am behaving with her? How being with her pushes me to indulge myself; actions I always regret later, me
second- guessing my own actions? What the hell is happening here?
"We’re too bloody combustible together," I whisper my knuckles over her delectable jawline, "and therein lies the
problem."
"Oh, no... no, no, no." She shakes her head, "Don’t try to put this down to some weird chemistry that riles us both
up, and that I hate you because secretly, I am attracted to you, because I am not. I am not."
"Let’s find out, shall we?"
I grab that pencil skirt and yank it up and over her butt.