“Not bad,” he says, nodding. “Do it like this every time. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I’m suddenly aware of how close we’re standing together at the bar.
He nods at the extra drink. “Take that and sit,” he says, heading over to the chairs in front of his desk. He sits down with a sigh.
I join him, sitting in the chair next to his. He sips his drink and I sip mine, and for a second I stare at him, not sure what to think. I wonder if I should ask about his call, but decide to let him drive this conversation.
“What do you think?” he asks, nodding at the glass in my hand.
“I’m not really a whiskey girl, but it’s good,” I admit.
“What kind of girl are you, then?” He raises an eyebrow, a smile on his lips.
I shrug. “Beer, mostly.”
“I thought about installing a keg in here, but it felt… unsophisticated.”
I laugh a little. “I think it’d be nice to have it just in the corner in a tub with some ice.”
“I bet you’d like that. You could go drink right from the tap.”
“Only if you let me, sir.”
He laughs softly and stands suddenly. “Come here.”
I follow him over to the window. He leans up against it, drink in his hand. He points out down at the city. “See that building?”
I try to follow his finger, but can’t. “Sorry, I’m not sure which one.”
He gets closer, standing almost right behind me. He takes my hand and uses it to point. “Brick front, sign on the top. Bright green. See it?”
“I see it,” I say, spotting the one.
“I bought that building six years ago,” he says. “Opened a bar there.”
“Really?”
“Really. Twenty-five taps. They tell me it’s doing well.”
“Do you ever go?”
He hesitates, clears his throat. “No, I don’t. But you should.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good.”
He’s still standing behind me and I can feel my heart beating faster. I sip my drink as he puts his down on the ledge that runs along the windows, his arm practically wrapped around me as he does it.
If I move even an inch, I’ll brush up against him. I can feel his body behind me, hard and warm and imposing. He’s a lot larger than I am, and for a second, I feel a stab of fear.
But the fear dissolves like sugar in whiskey when he puts his hand on my hip.
“How far are you willing to go for your job?” he whispers in my ear.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Would you say no to me?”
“Yes,” I say.
“I don’t believe you,” he whispers back, amusement in his voice.
“I can say no,” I push.
“I think you can. But I don’t think you will.”
I bite my lip, breathing faster now. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He laughs, his other hand on my hip. I feel him press against me, and I think his cock is hard, or at least half hard. I’m so excited I can barely breathe.
But I shouldn’t do this. I’m new to this job and we’re going to be working together. I can’t let this happen, I have to set boundaries. I turn around, intent on pushing him away, but as soon as I put my hands on his chest, I stop.
I stare up into his eyes. I can’t move a muscle.
His smile is delicious and terrifying.
“Like I said,” he whispers. “You can, but you won’t.”
He kisses me and I kiss him back. It’s stupid, reckless, but I can’t help myself.
He’s right. I could say no. I just don’t want to.
He pulls me tight against him. I can feel his hard cock now, pulsing against me. I feel his tongue against mine, his taste on my lips, and it’s intoxicating. Everything about this man is intense and powerful and dominating, and I hate that I love it.
I should despise him. I’m an artist and he’s a businessman. He makes his living off of other people, while I just want to create art for the world. We’re basically opposites, and yet everything about him is so alluring that I can’t help myself.
I want to be controlled, dominated. I didn’t know that until I was down on my knees for him, bowing to him, cleaning his carpet, shining his shoes.
There’s a sudden buzz at his desk and he breaks off the kiss. “Shit,” he whispers as he steps away. I’m left standing there, practically trembling with desire for him.
I take a sip of my drink, just to try and steady myself.
He picks up his phone. “What?” He listens for a moment with a frown on his face. “Fine.” He hangs up and looks at me. “We can finish this discussion another time, Hazel.”
I nod once and bite my lip. “Yes, sir.” I knock back the drink all in one go, hoping it’ll help calm me down.
He watches me leave. I can feel his eyes on my body, and it excites me. God, it excites me so much.