Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I ordered you the little ditty on page 117. Time to spice things up!
- Aisha
I swallow hard as I open the catalogue and rifle to page one hundred and seventeen.
Kyra tries to leap across the desk to grab it, but I hold it out of her reach. My heart is thundering in my chest as I open the page and spot the little black outfit.
I picture it on this beautiful woman who’s desperately reaching for the catalogue and I let out a low hungry groan.
She would look incredible in it. I need to see it on her.
“That’s private, thank you,” she says as she lunges forward again and rips it out of my hands.
“Private?” I say as I look at her blushing cheeks while she shoves it into a drawer. “I thought it was for work.”
She huffs out a breath as she smooths her hair back and straightens her jacket. “It came in the mail. I was looking at it for research purposes.”
“Who are you wearing that lingerie for?”
There’s a tense rigid edge to my voice as I ask her. I keep thinking of her in that silky lingerie and picturing a man in the room. A man I’d like to launch out of this high-rise building without a parachute.
“Are you married?”
Those beautiful light greenish-gray eyes dart over to me. “No.”
“Fiancé? Boyfriend?”
My whole body is tight as I wait for her answer. I don’t know what I’m going to do if she’s attached to someone. All sorts of dark things are going through my head. This girl is mine and I’m not going to let any asshole who got here first think he can keep her. No fucking way.
“No,” she says as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m… single.”
I take a breath of relief. The tenseness rushes out of me, although I’m not done yet. I still have to make her see that she belongs to me.
“Then, who’s the lingerie for?”
“It’s just a catalogue!” she says, throwing her hands in the air. “What are you even talking about?!”
That’s when she spots the Post-it note on the table from Aisha. It fell off during our little scuffle. She picks it up, reads it, and her cheeks get even redder.
“This is my… assistant,” she says, quickly crumpling the Post-it note and tossing it in the recycling bin under her desk. “I didn’t even know she was doing this.”
I can’t take my eyes off her. Those lips… They’re so seductive. They look so damn tasty.
My body is craving her.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve never reacted to a girl like this before.
I’ve been so focused on the family company since I took over that I haven’t paid much attention to women. I haven’t had much of a love life. I haven’t had much of anything.
I didn’t think I needed it, but now that I’m in this angel’s presence… I know it was something entirely different. I needed her. I was waiting for her.
“Who are you going to wear it for?” I ask in a deep throaty voice as I slowly walk around the desk with my heated eyes locked on her.
She swallows hard as she watches me approaching. “I… No one.”
“Such a shame to waste such a beautiful garment,” I say in a low voice as I tower over her. She’s looking up at me with those stunning eyes. Her long black lashes float up and down. My cock aches at the alluring sight.
Her eyes drop to my mouth and her lips part as I get in closer than I should be getting. This is so unprofessional. This is so wrong. But I can’t seem to stop myself.
I’m already obsessed with my hot little CEO, Kyra Black.
“I’m your boss now,” I say as I drag my fingertip up her arm. She shivers as I reach her shoulder and then touch the bottom of her chin. I gently tilt her head up until she’s looking into my eyes.
A sexy little moan leaves her throat as she looks up at me with these big innocent Bambi eyes. Her body leans closer to mine. Her breathing gets faster and more shallow.
“I’m implementing a new dress code,” I find myself saying as I gently brush my thumb along her soft parted lips. Her sexy tongue slides out as I drop my hand, wetting where I touched. “For you only. As soon as that lingerie arrives, Miss Black, I want you wearing it under your outfit. Understood?”
Her glossy eyes never leave mine as she slowly nods up and down.
“I’m taking that catalogue with me,” I tell her in a deep, commanding tone. “And I’m ordering more pieces for you. I don’t want you coming to work without something lacy on your skin. Do I make myself clear?”
She nods her head up and down.