Page 64 of His to Seduce
“David,” I whispered, breathless and panting as my climax receded. “I want you.”
“I like hearing that.” He bent down, brushed his chest against mine, and settled his mouth at the edge of my lips. “I want you, too.”
His erection pressed against my thigh and I rubbed against him.
“Later.” He repeated what he’d said earlier and pushed himself up with a torturous groan. “After all, you’re the one who wanted slower. Remember?”
I was an idiot. I didn’t need slow. I needed him inside me.
At his laughter, I frowned. “What?”
He smirked, slid off me, and lay down at my side. His hand trailed up my stomach, over my shirt. The soft cotton and the pressure of his hand tickled my sensitive and flushed skin and made me shiver. Cupping my cheek, his fingers lazily brushed against my skin. “We have a date tonight, and I want to make sure you enjoy every single second of it. That means you have to get to work so you’re not late.”
The mention of work was like a bucket of ice, chilling my skin and my mood.
I groaned and sat up, brushing my hair off my face.
“Work not going well?” he asked, sitting up next to me.
“No.” I flung my feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. “Work sucks right now.”
“What’s going on?”
I thought of the stacked files on my kitchen table that I hadn’t gotten around to looking into last night. Missing…no,stolenmoney from clients I’d taken care of and helped become more prosperous. I shook my head and muttered, “If you want me to enjoy the date tonight, I suggest we not talk about my work.”
I walked toward the bathroom and when I was in the doorway, David called my name.
I turned around, but unlike earlier, his smile wasn’t playful and he wasn’t relaxing on my bed. He was on his feet, lines edging his eyes and his arms crossed over his chest.
“What?”
“At some point,” he said, his voice more warning than inviting, “you’ll have to start opening up to me, too.”
It was a shot to the chest, to the fact that he knew me so well, and I swore the scar on my hip tingled at the implication.
“I know, David. I know.”
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I gaped at my boss, disbelief rushing through me as she sat on the other side of her desk. Shelly Mannus had always been kind and fair, but right now, I wanted to slap some sense into her.
“You have got to be kidding,” I said, shaking my head.
“I’m afraid not, Camden. Mr. Peters is insisting you take a leave of absence while we investigate.”
Leave of absence. Investigate.It wasn’t the first time she’d said the words since she’d called me into her office twenty minutes earlier, shortly after I’d arrived at work, but it was the first time they clicked inside my muddled brain.
“I can’t believe this!” I leaned forward, anger rushing through me, fueling me to do something stupid. Like rush up to the CEO’s office and declare how it was his nephew of all people stealing money and hiding it, that it wasn’t me. I’d worked there for seven years and had never done anything less than the moral and honorable thing. “It’s Gordon, Shelly. How can this be pinned on me?”
She smiled sadly. She knew. We all did. But your hands were tied when you discovered your CEO was a misogynist prick of a man. She still needed to keep her job. I understood her looking out for herself, but when she reached across her desk and wrapped her hand around my wrist, I didn’t hold much respect for her. Shelly had hired me when I was fresh out of college, looking for my first job. Back then, our office was smaller and she wasn’t only the vice president, she was in charge of all Human Resources, including hiring. Now, there was a small staff for that; and instead of ten employees under her, there were forty. Six under me.
I cursed the day Gordon Branzen walked into our office, his slick smile plastered on his nasty face while he hugged his uncle and thanked him for the opportunity.
“We’ll figure it out, Camden, I promise. But for now, don’t make waves. Trust me.” She squeezed my wrist and I yanked it back.
“This is ridiculous. How long?”
Her lips twisted into a frown and made a weight settle deep in my stomach.
