THE HOURS SHE SPENT in Angelo’s workplace were even worse, in the most sadistic sense. The moment she arrived, he had called her to his office immediately, and his first words were, “Have you bought it, my Lane?”
And when she had nodded, he had murmured those two words that she hated and loved.
“Good girl.”
Well, okay, she loved them more than she hated it.
Angelo had made her kneel on the carpet and put the condom on his cock. It had taken Lane several attempts because she had felt so embarrassed, with sunlight still shining brightly outside the panoramic windows of his suite and with all of his executives just outside the door.
But all her worries had faded the moment he had his cock inside her already throbbing flesh.
“I’m going to make this very quick,” he had whispered.
And he had.
It was a wild and rough tumble, his fingers freeing her hair from its bun, his lips making a mess of her lipstick.
By the time she left his office, she had given up fixing her hair or her makeup, and she could only pretend she didn’t notice the way everyone gaped at her appearance.
Behind her, she heard Angelo’s male secretary gasp, “What happened here, signor?” and almost tripped. Angelo had cleared his desk with one careless sweep of his hand, causing pens and papers and paperweights to scatter on the floor. It had made her shriek, but he had been uncaring, his only thought to have her flat on the desk. And when he had her legs up and he was sliding his cock back inside her, she, too, had forgotten about it...
Until now.
Lane quickened her steps.
Oh gosh, why did the elevator feel so far—-
“Ms. Petersen!” It was the receptionist, and when Lane turned to her, she saw the girl holding the receiver to her ear. “Mr. Valencia just called. You are to report back to his office.” At Lane’s surprised look, the receptionist continued almost apologetically, “Right this minute, Ms. Petersen.”
And so back she went, head bowed, and when she knocked on his door, Angelo called out, “Come in, my Lane.”
Naturally, everyone heard him, and Lane cringed at the way the male executives coughed and their secretaries gasped.
She hurried inside, asking, “What is—-”
“Close the door, tesoro.”
Oh. Right. She whirled back, closed the door, and when she turned to face Angelo again, he was right in front of her. She gasped...and then she gasped again as he stalked forward, forcing her to back away until her back hit the door with a thud. “Why,” she asked breathlessly, “did you ask for me—-oomph!”
His kiss forced her brain to an untimely nap while her body took over.
When he lifted his head, he murmured wickedly, “That’s it, Ms. Petersen.”
She blinked at him.
He stepped away. “You may go now.”
Her jaw dropped. “Oh my gosh, that’s the only reason you made me—-”
He raised a brow. “Are you implying my kiss is unimportant?”
“No,” she denied right away. “But you know what I mean. Everyone was staring and—-” She saw the smirk on his lips and gave up. Of course he knew what she meant, and of course that was all part of the plan.
“Sadist.”
“Masochist.”
She watched him walk back to his seat, with not a strand of hair out of place even though he had made both of them come in three minutes flat. Gorgeous, sexy, sadistic, and he was...hers.
He took his seat, and the moment he did, it was like seeing Angelo transform into a stranger, a powerful CEO that even now made her swallow nervously.
“I’ll go now,” she mumbled.
“Ms. Petersen?” Angelo murmured just as she turned away.
She turned to him, thinking he would tell her something work-related because of the way he addressed her.
But instead, all he said was, “I love you.”
Oh.
She opened her mouth to answer, but he frowned. “Please refrain from saying anything personal in nature.”
She closed her mouth.
He gestured to the door. “You may leave now.”
It was only when she had stepped inside the elevator did she realize he had not wanted her to see his reaction if she told him ‘I love you’ back.
The memory made Lane roll her eyes as she leaned back against the seat. Angelo had ordered her to go home ahead of him, and now she wished she had found the courage to defy him. She missed him so much.
She took a bottle of tea from the cooler, the knowledge that it came from Angelo making her feel just a bit closer to him.
She took a sip then closed her eyes and let the memories warm her.
Sadist.
But her heart thrilled to the word.
He was such a sadist, but she knew that at the end of the day, she would never ever trade him for the world.
Not even when the world wanted her to.
When she woke up, they were home, and the thought made her lips curve.