Shit. It’s him.
My heart leaps into my throat, threatening to choke me the closer he gets. When his gaze lands on me, he smiles, and I’m stunned into silence. He won’t recognize me. Will he?
“Good morning, ladies,” he says, offering me his hand first, before turning to Chelsea. “It’s great to have you here today.” He continues, completely oblivious to who I am. He had his hands on me, his fingers inside me, and he doesn’t even acknowledge it.
I wish I could turn to Chels and tell her, but she’s talking to him about the session and that she has to leave me here for a while since she has a meeting with another client at nine.
Being alone with this man is not going to be easy. And I know when he finally realizes it’s me, he’ll either send me away, or act as if I don’t exist, which he seems to already be good at.
“… thank you. I’ll see you later, yeah?” My thoughts are dragged back to the present when Chelsea smiles over at me, her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. I haven’t had a second to tell her who Gideon is.
Gideon Hale.
“Yeah, of course,” I affirm, hoping she’ll see the pleading in my gaze, but she’s not taking note of anything other than the man before us. Sadness grips me for a moment. She’s more his type than I am. Also, she’s older than me by a few years, and he’ll surely want her. Once she’s gone, Gideon’s hand on my shoulder startles me, causing me to shoot my stare at him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I answer, staring at him, trying to gauge his reaction, but there’s nothing there. He doesn’t even flicker with recognition. Gideon leads me back to the elevators, and once the doors open, he waits for me to enter first.
The moment I do, my stomach sinks. Last night was nothing more than some fun. Why am I make it out to be anything more? But the moment the doors slide shut, he’s pinning me against the cool metal wall as we inch up to the top floor.
“It’s you,” he murmurs along my lips. The scent of sandalwood assaults my nostrils as he presses himself against me. “I went home last night, craving another taste.”
“Gideon.” His name tumbles from my lips, and a grin curls his perfect mouth. “I thought you didn’t—”
“I was shocked to see you’re my new client, but make no mistake, I know you, Clover, I know you far too well.” His voice is rough, husky with desire as his hand grips my ass so hard, I yelp. “I want you in my office, on your knees, taking my cock down your throat.”
The promise has me squirming. “We’re… I don’t… I mean…”
“But before that, I’ll work your voice in another way.” He steps away from me with a wink, leaving me humming with a need that’s already taken hold of my body and mind.
Finally, the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors slide open. Gideon gestures for me to exit first, and he follows so close behind me, I can’t find the strength to breathe. His warmth holds me, hostage, making me want to lean back and fall into his arms.
This is ridiculous. But I can’t deny he’s everything I want. All I can pray is that I’m all he needs as well.
Chapter 5
Gideon
I didn’t know who she was last night—when I tasted her, when I finger fucked her and made her come all over my fingers. I can still smell the phantom sweetness of her, and my cock agrees, this is a bad idea. But can I stop myself from wanting her? No.
We enter the office where my assistant is waiting to get the contract out of the way. “This is Allyson. She’ll help you with all the paperwork. Once you’ve signed everything, we’ll get into the studio and start with the fun work.” I smile at her, and she gifts me that innocent grin that has my slacks straining. Leaving the women, I make my way into my office and shut the door. I need to calm the fuck down. This is dangerous.
A knock on my door has me turning around, and Allyson walks in with the contract in hand. Her smile is friendly. “All signed. Just needs your infamous initials.”
Nodding, I grab the document and take it to my desk where I set it down. On the front page, right there in bold, black letters is the name I wanted so badly last night.
Clover Brassington.
I quickly sign my name along the black line before handing the contract back to Allyson, who leaves me in the office. I should go out there and talk to Clover, but I'm nervous for some fucking reason.
I pick up the phone and dial the number of the one person I know who will give me sound advice.