Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
But instead, Brian continues, "Blair, you'll be brought on as my photocopy girl."
Wait. What? He just offered me a job even though he doesn't even know me. I thought Tanner said he didn’t want me here…but my goodness, I really want this job. Not for all the right reasons, either, but that’s something I’ll have to examine later.
Feeling a smile come across my face, I chirp, “Oh, great!”
Mr. Beckett—no, Brian—nods his head. "It's a good entry-level job. You start today. Tanner, get her a pass."
Tanner's face falls, but he nods. "Well, okay. See you later, Dad."
His son leaves the room, and then we're alone. I swallow nervously. What did I just get myself into? How can I work for my boyfriend's dad? Why am I so nervous, and why do I feel hot all of a sudden?
"Blair." Brian looks down at me with dark, intense eyes. "Why don't you stay here with me and I can give you a rundown on your duties?”
I nod, smiling, and he steps closer, so close that he's standing right in front of me. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, and my breath catches in my throat. His body is so close to mine that I can smell him, and the scent is intoxicating.
"So… You're my son's girlfriend. And you're going to be working for me now."
I nod again, and he takes another step forward. I take a step back. And another. And then, before I know it, I've hit the wall behind me, and he's still coming, and he's right there, inches from me.
"And as such," he growls, his voice low and seductive. "You're going to listen to every word I say. Is that understood?"
"Y-yes, sir," I whisper.
He chuckles, and I feel a thrill run through me.
"Good. Now, let's go over your duties. I think we're going to be working pretty closely, so don't fall behind."
Everyone looks at us strangely as Brian walks me through the office building. It's clear to me that no one knew there was going to be a new hire today. The office manager finds me a desk quickly enough, and Brian sweeps me away again to the copy room.
The thing is...I know how to use a photocopier. I'm still in college, but I'm slated to graduate early with my bachelor's in business. Taking a year off to live and work here in New York wasn't a decision my mother was thrilled about, but I was restless. But still...this isn't my first job, and a photocopier isn't exactly a difficult machine.
So why do I let Brian Beckett, Tanner's DAD, stand behind me and show me exactly which buttons to press, close enough that I can smell his warm, spicy scent? Oh yeah, because I'm so turned on by even hearing him talk that it's short-circuiting my brain. I’m so drawn to him, and I should know better, but it's impossible not to let him take the lead.
"Like this," he says, and his hands close over mine.
My breath hitches, and my heart goes wild. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I know he can feel it too.
"You're shaking," he growls in my ear.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I'm just nervous."
He chuckles, his deep voice vibrating through me. "Don't be. You're doing great."
I feel a rush of pleasure, and I lean into his touch. I can feel his breath on my neck, and it's making me wet.
"Now," he continues. "Press this button here."
I do, and the machine starts humming.
"Good girl."
He's not talking about the copier, and we both know it. But I can't help myself. I need to hear him say it again.
"Now, what?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from trembling.
"You're so good at following directions, Blair," he murmurs. "Are you always this obedient?"
"No," I admit. "Not always."
"Only for me?" he jokes, and I nod.
"Yes."
"That's good, Blair. Because I'm gonna teach you how to be a good girl for me."
"Brian..." I breathe, pleasure starting to sing through my nerves, and his hand tightens around mine.
"Shhh," he whispers. "Just relax, Blair."
His hands slide down my arms, and I'm shaking again. My breathing is coming in short, ragged gasps, and I'm not sure if I'm going to make it through this without melting into a puddle.
"Let's try again."
His hands come back up to cover mine, and I bite back a moan. Lust fogs my brain when his erection presses against my ass, and I curb the urge to wiggle and seek friction.
"Now, press this button."
I press the button, and the machine starts whirring again.
"Very good." His lips brush my ear. Just when I think things are going to crank up to levels I’m not sure I’m ready for, I feel the heat of Brian’s body pull away from the back of mine. I think I hear him cursing under his breath, and when I pivot, he’s just finishing adjusting his belt.