Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“The door. Both are open, Sylvester. I can’t lose this job, and we’re not in a position that looks innocent.” Fuck me. The one who’s always on his game is knocked for a damn loop. I kick my foot out, using it to shut the door.
“Sorry about that. You want to tell me what you were grumbling about men not having a clue?” I turn the water on again, rinse the washcloth, and wring out the excess water before proceeding to take care of her arms and hands.
“I’ll answer your question when you finally answer mine.” I look up at her. Fawn may have a submissive quality about her in the heat of the moment, but when she wants an answer, she attacks.
“The hair, the eyes, how your body yields to me like an innocent doe.” I could go further. A part of me wants to, but another doesn’t want me to scare her off. Which is exactly what I’d do if I told her all the dirty things I want to do to her tight little body. Fuck the fact our age could play a factor, her father another, and she’s my employee, it’s a recipe for disaster. Ask me if I give a God damn. The way this woman has my body reacting, I’d slay her motherfucking dragons if it meant she was mine.
“Oh, that’s different.” She plays it off like it doesn’t mean anything.
“Now it’s your turn to answer my question.” I move to another drawer and pull out the first-aid kit, rifling around until I land on the burn cream, all the while waiting for her to respond.
“You don’t really want to know.” She blows out a puff of air. I can feel her gaze on me the entire time as I take out a few packets of ointment, grab a few four-by-four gauze pads, and gently dab ointment onto the delicate areas along the inside of her wrists that took most of the burn.
“Trust me, I do.” I set everything to the side to wash my hands, moving until her knee is precariously close to my throbbing dick. The way I’m pressed against her, she can feel exactly what she does to me.
“Fine. I said men really do not have a clue.” A spark lights up around her. She snaps her mouth closed after realizing the attitude she tossed my way. I laugh, shaking my head, liking that when it’s the two of us, she shows her true self.
“And what don’t we have a clue about?” I open the gauze packets and ready the tape, waiting yet again for her to respond.
“I understand you’d like to host lunch for your staff. I’m beginning to think Yolanda was a saint for staying with you as long as she has, and I’m no quitter either. But ordering food for nearly one hundred people in as little as three hours, and on a Monday in the city? It’s unheard of.” Fawn holds her hand out for me; whether she realizes what she’s done or not, I’m unsure. I like it all the same.
“Fine. Figure out a date this week when you can make it work and send out a company email when you have the details.” My gaze locks with hers. Once she retreats from her outburst, one that I liked a fucking lot, I say, “Ready for the ointment? I’m not sure your shirt is salvageable for the day. I can have a new one ordered for you. That means working in my office for the interim.” With any luck it’ll be without the shirt. Work would never get done, and I wouldn’t give two shits.
“I’m ready. I can head home on my lunch break, grab a new shirt, and be back for the afternoon. Until then, I’ll rinse out my shirt, let it hang dry, and wear my cardigan.” She’s the voice of reason, and I don’t like it.
“The cardigan that doesn’t have buttons?” I groan thinking about all the fucking men and women in my building who would get a view of my Doe.
“I have safety pins in my purse; I’ll use them to hold it closed.” Still isn’t good enough for me. I’ve got one wrist bandaged and am moving on to the other one.
“You’re working in my office all the same. It’s non-negotiable.” I look up at her face. She gives me a slight nod and finally agrees to my request. Fawn giving in to me easily doesn’t mean she’s a pushover, oh no; it means something completely different, and it only makes my cock press harder into her body. All bets are off at staying away from my young secretary. I’m going to take Fawn, and I’m going to consume her.
THREE
Fawn
“What a weird day,” I say into the phone to my sister after finally leaving my tumultuous day behind me. I’m in unchartered territory when it comes to Sylvester Sterling. In fact, I’m in the ocean unable to swim parallel to shore in order to escape the riptide. Treading water in a pool would be ten times easier than what my boss threw out today.