“Don’t fire anyone,” she said.
“Then don’t let them get to you.” He winked at her, and she gritted her teeth, wanting to shout at him.
She wasn’t like him.
He took her hand, and together, they left his office. She stared straight ahead, keeping up with his steps. He didn’t rush even though she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. She’d enjoyed this morning. There was no denying it. He was dirty, no holds barred. She loved his kink in the office, craved more of it. She never knew she had such deviant desires until Drake brought them to the surface.
Drake was so much more than she could have ever imagined. Not that she’d spent a whole lot of time thinking about him. She hadn’t. Her life had been focused on getting through her work without people finding out her weakness. After first leaving high school, she was in a banking job when someone had discovered she struggled with words. They’d mocked her, questioned her ability, and made her life a living hell to the point she’d quit. Now, she only worked with the numbers.
They were easy. They were cold, lifeless, and she noticed quite a few people struggled with them, but she didn’t make other people feel like a fool. She built them up and helped them with everything when it came to calculations. More often than not, they were so happy she could help.
Once inside the elevator, she released a breath. “Got through it.” She held on to his hand a little tighter.
Drake turned her toward the corner of the elevator and trapped her in.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ve got to stop caring what other people think of you. If you let anyone see how weak or needy you are, they’ll exploit it. It’s human nature.”
“Like you did?”
He chuckled. “Baby, you don’t look weak or needy to me. Your brother put you where you are now.” He pressed his face against her neck, and she gasped as his tongue teased her pulse. He let go of her hands, his fingers going to her knees and slowly sliding up.
“Drake, the elevator?”
“I know. It’ll arrive soon. How wet are you for me?” he asked.
“Please?”
He pulled her skirt up enough for him to press his hand between her thighs. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. Just the way I want you. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He took her hand and placed it right over his rock-hard cock.
She felt the length of him. Why did it have to turn her on so deeply?
Only last night, he was balls deep inside her, and she wanted him again, even though she was a bit sore.
The elevator opened and he retracted his hand, taking hers, and stepped off the elevator.
People were waiting to get on. Several of them called to Drake with a greeting. He held his hand up, signaling a hello, but that was it.
Within minutes, she was sitting in the passenger seat of his car.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit rude to your employees?”
“If I stop and talk to everyone who works for me, I’ll never get anything done. I’m not being cruel. What I do is necessary.”
She frowned. “And they still want to work for you?”
“Mira, everyone knows that to keep their jobs, I need to be at the top of my game. This is what I do.” He pulled out of the underground parking lot and they joined the heavy traffic of the city.
She glanced over at him. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
“After lunch, we’ve got a date at a boutique. We’ll get some clothes sent to my penthouse.”
“Thank you.” She ran her hands down her thighs, trying to think of what to say. “This contract of yours was rash, don’t you think? I know you wanted reimbursement because of my brother, but I’m not sure you thought this all out. Don’t you think you’re going to get bored with me?”
They were stuck at a light, several cars down, and it was still red. Drake glanced at her. “Bored?”
“Yes. You do know distance can make the heart grow fonder. What if you get bored with screwing me?”
He chuckled.
“Or is your intention to get me pregnant and move on to the next woman?”
“There won’t be another woman.”
“You can’t expect me to believe that you’ve lived like a monk,” she said.
Drake sighed and began to move as the traffic light turned green. “No, I haven’t lived like a monk. I’ve been with a lot of women, Mira. You want me to tell you about every single woman I’ve been with?”
She shook her head, hating the thought of anyone else even knowing what he was like in bed. Where had these feelings of jealousy come from?
“Have you ever been in love?” she asked.
“No. Never. The women I’ve been with knew the score. Some didn’t like that my heart wasn’t invested. That wasn’t my problem.”