Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
It’s alluring and attractive… and difficult. I want to break her, make her obedient… make her mine.
I want to bend her over this desk and fuck her until she begs for more.
That’s dangerous. I know I can’t lose control. When I lose control and people get close to me, they end up getting hurt. I can’t risk that, not again.
That’s the reason I locked myself away to begin with.
Still, I’m tempted. I can’t deny that she’s a powerful influence, even after only knowing her for a little while. She’s waking something up inside of me, something that needs to be fed, and I suspect she’s the only thing that’s going to satisfy me.
I want to tell her to turn around. I want to tell her to hike up her skirt. I want to spank her ass until she begs me to slide my fingers inside her wet little cunt and let me fuck her like that until she comes. I want to hear her whisper me name, eyes out of control, as I use her body however I want.
But before I can say any of that, there’s a knock at the door and Declan comes inside.
Hazel looks over her shoulder curiously. I glare at Declan, annoyed at the intrusion. Rogers comes scurrying in behind him.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Rogers says. “He just barged past me.”
“It’s important, Mason,” Declan says, glancing at Hazel.
I sigh. “You’re dismissed,” I say to the girl.
She glances at me, nods once, and leaves. I glare at Declan as his eyes track her movements, staring at her beautiful ass as she leaves.
“Not bad,” he says, grinning at me.
“What do you want, Declan?”
He clears his throat. “It’s the Chinese deal. They’re balking.”
I sigh. I expected something like this from them. “It’s a tactic,” I explain, picking up the phone. “I’ll deal with it.”
As I dial, he sits down and crosses his legs. “I should be here for this.”
“If you really feel like you have to be, but I doubt you’ll understand much.”
Rogers smiles. “Mr. Ward is fluent in Mandarin,” he says to Declan.
“I know,” Declan snaps, annoyed.
Good. Let him be annoyed.
For a second, I think about having Hazel sent back in, but I know that’s absurd. I have work to do, and this Chinese deal is a delicate thing. I understand them, but that doesn’t mean I can’t screw it all up in the end.
Rogers leaves with a nod and Declan digs in, determined to see this through. Fine, let him hang around while I clean up his mess, that’s fine by me. It won’t be quick or easy or pretty, though, and it won’t be in English.
I put my head down as the phone rings, trying to keep my mind off my new assistant.
5
Hazel
I sit down in a corner chair and sigh, crossing my legs.
My hands ache a little bit from shining Mason’s shoes. It was such a strange and intimate thing, cleaning off his feet like that. I really hated it at first, and then I didn’t hate it anymore. Looking up at him, I could picture his lips against mine, his hands on my body, and being so close made my heart beat fast.
I don’t know what I would’ve done if he commanded me to do something I shouldn’t. Luckily, that weird guy Declan and Rogers came in to save me.
After a few minutes, Rogers returns and nods at me as he passes through the waiting room. I take out my book and try to read, but I can’t seem to concentrate.
I keep seeing Mason sitting in that chair, looking down at me. He’s forty, but he doesn’t look a day over thirty, although his beard has a very slight gray tint. He’s so handsome it’s almost unfair, and I can tell that his body is in amazing condition just based on that tight dress shirt he always wears.
I sigh and try to read the book but I’m just skimming the words. I keep glancing at his office door, wondering what he’s doing in there. Declan hasn’t left yet, so I assume they’re together, working on some weird deal or whatever.
Then there’s that offer to bring in a painting. I can’t decide if he’s serious or not, so I’ll take some pictures on my phone and show him that way. I’d hate to carry in a freaking oil painting and have him laugh me out of the room, which I wouldn’t even put past him.
The man may be gorgeous, but he definitely wants to demean me, embarrass me, belittle me. I just can’t decide if I hate him for it or not.
Doesn’t matter. I’m here and I need the money. I can shine the asshole’s shoes all he wants.
I spend the next few hours jumping between thinking about Mason and staring at my book. Eventually I get hungry and eat my lunch sitting in my chair. I have to pack and bring it, and there’s a little refrigerator in a side room that’s basically my break area, although I don’t get an actual break. When I’m done, I clean up and return to eating.