“We’re not talking about this anymore.” I shake my head. “He needs to think I don’t want him.”
Benny tilts his head, calling me on my bullshit.
I try again. “He threatens you if I don’t behave. He’s a bad man. You should be scared of him.”
Benny rolls his eyes and turns his back to me.
He’s not scared. Not even a little.
And for some reason, neither am I.
Matty doesn’t seem like a bad man at all.
Chapter 20
Matthias
I see Margot talking to Benny on the screen in the corner of my eye, and I can’t stop myself from turning the volume up. Curiosity gets the best of me.
“…I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distracted. Matty just has me all messed up.”
DamnMatty. I’ve always hated the nickname. It’s too childish, too soft. But whenshesays it?I love it. I love that she has a name for me no one else does. I love that she says it to get under my skin.It’s exactly where I want her.
I would handcuff her to me if I thought I could get away with it.
Sweetheart, what do you mean I have you all messed up? Am I driving you as crazy as you are me?
“Last night, he was all over me. He couldn’t control himself. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,”
Me too, sweet girl. Leaving the room was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But if I’d stayed another second, I would have been on my knees begging.
And I don’t get on my knees for anyone.
“and he didn’t even touch me. Well… besides…”
Oh, sweetheart, I definitely touched you. The taste of your sweetness is branded in my memory. Next time, I’m taking from the source.
“It took everything in me to resist him. I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up.”
Hopefully not much longer. You will be on your knees for me, sweetheart.
“But then this morning, he was completely unaffected. It makes me wonder if it was all in my head. Maybe I imagined his interest.”
What?
I grip the edge of my desk. She thinks I don’t want her?
Sweet girl, it took everything in me to hold myself back this morning. That mask of indifference? Only decades of boardroom experience made that possible. But I couldn’t hide my reaction to her moan. She saw my cock straining against my slacks. Was that not proof enough?
Maybe my plan to back off isn’t the best. I can’t have her doubting my attraction. I need to find a balance. To show her I want her without being the one to initiate. She will be the one begging.
She keeps talking, interrupting my thoughts.
“It’s not that I want him to want me. I just don’t like the whiplash. I want consistency.”
I can give you consistency, sweetheart. I can give you everything.
“Fine! Yes, I want him. But he’s my captor! I’m here against my will! What kind of tramp does it make me to give in this fast? It’s only been two days!”
