Page 9 of The Heir
Because somewhere along the way, I've fallen in love with this bullheaded woman with the beautiful spirit that she tries so desperately to hide. My heart aches for her. The yearning for her becomes deeper and deeper with every interaction we have until I'm unsure how much longer I can hold out.
I don't care that she's got that sorry piece of shit for a man she's living with. He's nothing but a nuisance, and how smoothly she walks in and out of my office without so much as a limp or awobble tells me all I need to know about her sex life. How could he have such a succulent woman in his bed and he not fuck her the way she deserves?
Her body is like a funeral pyre, just waiting for a match to light her up. And when I do, I'm jumping in the flames headfirst to make sure she burns good and proper.
But I'm not dumb enough to think she won't go without a fight.
No, she's a match for me, quite literally. And I'm going to burn her ass up while she's kicking and screaming. And once we're done being soldered together, we're going to emerge united as the head of my empire. As one.
Side by side atop The King Dynasty.
I don't even look up as I hear the knock on my door, I'm too busy double checking that damn fountain in a fit of nervousness, suddenly worried that the dimensions have changed in the small amount of time it's been in my hands. I want this to be perfect for her because she asked this of me, and I want to give her everything. I care deeply about what she perceives regarding my work.
Her heels clack, announcing her presence as she makes her way from my door to the desk, and it physically kills me to not raise my gaze to her.
"I'm not drinking that," she says as she drops her bag into the chair next to her.
My brow raises, yet I don't respond, acting like I didn't hear her.
I can't even get a fucking hello first before she starts with the shit?
My eyes narrow with displeasure, and fighting the urge to put her in her place, I keep my head down as I take a deep steadying breath. God she's such a fuckingbrat.It makes my dick hard.
"Well hello to you too, Isobel,"I say dryly, finally raising my head to lookup at her.
I freeze, but by some act of God my body doesn't stay locked down. Sitting back in my chair, I rub my lips and jaw and just stare at her, because God she's breathtaking.
"Hello." She's polite.
Toopolite. It makes my eyes narrow as I regard her.
Slowly, I roam her face and body thoroughly like I do every time I see her. Our visits are only monthly, so I give myself permission to visually eat her up when she's in close proximity.
Her skin is dark enough to tell she's mixed with African American, and her hair is bone straight today, hanging down to her hips almost. Last month she styled it in waves, the month before that she had springy curls, and the month before that she had a braided halo.
She's got an hourglass figure, hosting wide fleshy hips that sway when she walks. She has to get her clothes tailored because her hips are such a different size from her waist. A smattering of light brown freckles adorns her nose which is framed by beautiful, high cheekbones, and full plump lips form a mouth that's given me many a sleepless night imagining those pillows wrapped around my cock.
And speaking of pillows.
My eyes fall just briefly to her cleavage. Those things are going to kill me. They're big, round, and heavy. My cock hardens so fast I grunt.
Shifting in my seat, I wet my lips."I want to-"
"Did you get my fountain worked into your build?" she interrupts me, arching her eyebrow. I fall silent as our eyes maintain contact, and out of my peripheral, I see the glass with her drink begin to slide towards me ever so slowly, setting my blood on fire.
"What's wrong with the drink?"I snap, irritated that she interrupted me, and that she's rejecting something I did for her.
"Because we're at work.That'swhat's wrong," she snaps back just as irritably. "And I like to beprofessional."Her pretty neck arches just a bit, sticking her nose a little higher in the air.
Leaning back into my chair I rub the fingers of my left hand hard, pressing my thumb nail into my index finger to try and use the pain to keep me in check. "You do realize that drinks are something that usually goes along with these sort of business meetings?"
Lord, help me to educate her in this way.
She frowns, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter. And, not that it's any of your businessKing,it's just not how I choose to conduct myself with male business partners."
Well, in that case I guess she's forgiven. I tip my lips up into what I hope is a semblance of a smile.
"A water then?" I quip. Reaching forward to grab her drink, I toss it down the sink and then get her a water. "We got your fountain in, just as you so politely requested."
