And that’s precisely why I’m going to burn for manufacturing a reason to bring her closer.
The stepladder is in the cleaning supply closet.I inhale deeply as I step inside, wondering if I’ll pick up the scent of her in here.I get a nose-full of cleaning chemicals, which is exactly what I deserve.
Filthy old man.
I pull out the stepladder and carry it directly back to my office.Ella’s standing exactly where I left her.I don’t think she’s moved an inch.
“Not interested in the whiskey?”I ask her as I set up the ladder next to the bookcase.
“Oh, um.”She rolls her lips together.“Maybe another time.”
“Sure,” I say easily, trying to keep my voice light.Ella triggers my Dominant side, a part of myself that I usually keep well under control.I only allow this side of myself to show in certain situations.My ex-wife told me I scared her sometimes.She wasn’t into the scene, and when my true self came out, she didn’t understand.
I return to my desk and read through a few emails.It’s all reports and questions from managers, things I could easily put off until tomorrow morning.But I’m not going to put it off, not when I can stay here and watch little Ella navigate the stepladder and dust the bookcase.
It’s so quiet in my office, I can hear the creak of the ladder as she shifts her weight one way and then the other, stretching to reach the shelves.It takes all my self-control not to check out her legs as her dress travels up her thighs with each stretch she makes.I swear, the dress was designed to be the least flattering thing ever, yet Ella can wear it and make it look good.
The words on the computer screen blur in front of me.I’m hyperconscious of Ella across the room, of the whiskey on my lips and the burning of my blood in my veins.I want that little girl so fucking bad.
And I can’t have her.
I exhale slowly.
She starts to move down from the top step of the ladder.
“Why didn’t you want any whiskey?”I ask.
My voice sounds loud and sudden, and it startles her.I see the moment she starts to tip on the ladder.
Fuck.I’m running over to her before I even know what’s happening, and the ladder tips one way, then the other.Ella pinwheels her arms, trying to keep her balance.She doesn’t make a sound, just flails for something to brace herself with.Her arm knocks into the edge of the shelf with a loud bang.
“Hold onto the shelf,” I bark as I reach her and wrap my arms around her legs.
She grabs the shelf and stabilizes.She lets out a shaky laugh.I do, too, because I’m relieved the little one didn’t fall and get hurt.
“Are you all right?”I ask.
“Yes, I think so.”
I lift her easily, not even thinking about what I’m doing.My only thought is to get her on the ground where she’ll be safe and I can check her arms for bruises.Her weight feels so fucking good in my arms as I gently set her down.
“Am I interrupting something?”a wry voice says from the doorway.
Ella lets out a little squeal of surprise, and I stifle the growl I want to let out at the sight of Sebastian leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face.
He has the worst timing, and the bastard knows it.
Sebastian
Well, well, well.
I didn’t know I’d walk into my friend’s office to find him getting freaky with an employee, but hell, I’m not disappointed.
Except a minute into my interruption, I realize it isn’t nearly as fun as it looked at first.The two of them jump apart as if they’ve been caught doing something illegal.I could see whyshemight leap away, but King normally wouldn’t allow it.If this were a normal situation for us, he’d coax her back into his arms—or order her back into them—and I’d watch them fuck, or join in.
But sadly for my cock, which is aching for this little maid, he doesn’t do any of that.
“She nearly fell off the ladder,” Kingston says, a no-nonsense expression on his face.
