“I don't belong to anyone,” she retorts back, but her voice comes out shaky, killing the effect she was going for.
I plant my hands on either side of her head and look directly into her eyes as I breathe right against her lips. “You and I both know that's a lie.”
She doesn't say anything. Instead, she stares up at me with wide eyes that have me groaning as I push away from the door before I fuck her right here bright and early in the morning in my office.
“Get to work,” I growl out before I stomp over to my desk.
I watch her carry the papers over to her desk on shaky legs and listen to the angry tapping of her fingertips on the keys and the intermittent clicking of her mouse as she completes her tasks.
I’m hyper-aware of her presence, tuned into every motion she makes whether I'm looking at her or not.
I’m too wound up to even play games with her right now. My cock is on the verge of bursting, and I feel like one wrong move and I’ll explode. I'm a ticking time bomb, and she’s my trigger.
Leaving her outside my office isn't an option because I can't bear to be away from her for long—and every male with a pulse will be salivating over her, as we just saw. But it looks like having her in here with me is going to test me harder than anything I’ve ever endured before.
Fuck me.
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Sharon
Charlieand I don't speak for the rest of the day. I can sense his volatile mood hanging in the air between us like a living thing. It's crazy how jealous and possessive he got over me talking to one of the male co-workers—so much so that he fired the guy.
I should be outraged by that, and part of me is, but there's another forbidden part of me that secretly likes the way he went all caveman over me.
What's wrong with me? I shouldn't like anything about this.
I glance over at Charlie surreptitiously. He’s pretty much ignored me all day. The whole point of me being moved into his office was so we could supposedly work more closely together, yet he hasn't spoken one word to me since his explosion this morning. All he's done is glower at me from his desk. Either that or act like I don't exist.
When time to leave rolls around, I chance a glance at him. He's still poring over the papers at his desk, so I go back to clacking on the computer and get ahead on some of the workload for tomorrow. There’s no way I’m going to be the one to speak first. Not after the way he acted. And if this is a test to see whether I’ll break first, I won’t. I’ll work here all damn night if that’s what it takes. He just doesn’t know how stubborn I can be.
It’s two hours past the normal time to go home when he finally breaks the silence. “Come on. Let's call it a day.” He stands and buttons his suit.
I look at him warily before I shut down my computer and gather up my purse. I don’t speak a word to him as he holds his office door open for me and waits for me to step outside before he steps out himself and closes it.
We walk over to the elevator together. The rest of the office is dark as everyone else has already gone home. We're the last two here.
“Were you attracted to him?” Charlie's surly voice breaks the silence, and I glance over at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Is that why you fired him?”
A muscle in his jaw ticks, and his eyes light dangerously. “Is that a yes?”
“I didn't say that,” I point out.
I can almost hear him grinding his molars. “Did you think the fucker was handsome or not, Sharon? Did you want to go out on a date with him?”
I stare at Charlie for a minute before I answer truthfully, “No, I didn't want to go out with him. He said something funny, so I laughed. He was nice to me, so I smiled. I don't want to become known as the office bitch, Charlie.”
His shoulders visibly relax before I add, “There was no reason for you to fire the poor man.”
Charlie's eyes flash again. “That fucker has been walking a thin line anyway. His termination was long overdue. I had valid reasons for getting rid of him. The dude sucked at his job. All he was good at was sticking his dick in every secretary I get.”
A wave of potent jealousy hits me out of nowhere. I scoff as I cross my arms over my chest.
The elevator dings and opens, and Charlie places his hand on the small of my back as he guides me onto it before he presses the button for the garage.
“So that's what this is about?” I seethe. “You two have just been fighting over toys all this time?”