I stole glances as I drove. I highly doubted her pouty lips were that way from cosmetic surgery. She had high cheekbones and clear, fair, flawless skin. It was hard to see if she wore much make-up, it was so expertly applied.
“Great genes,” she mumbled, and she opened her handbag to retrieve a compact mirror. I frowned and she nudged me lightly. “Lord Duchoveny, you’ve been checking me out since we left my house. I’m just saying I have great genes. You should see my mother; she has flawless skin and I’m rather envious.”
I don’t think a woman had ever called me out as much as she had already, and I liked it.
Dinner was fantastic. It was great to talk and simply enjoy each other’s company. We spoke about the appointment at Trymast and it thrilled me to see the change from Gabriella the friend, to Gabriella the businesswoman.
“If I take up the appointment, and I’m very tempted, you’ll be my boss,” I said, smiling.
She tilted her head and eyed me inquisitively. “Does that bother you?”
“Not at all, although it’s a shame in one way.”
Dinner had been eaten and we were sitting with a glass of fabulous red wine. She was running the tip of her finger around the rim and before she spoke, she placed that finger on her lower lip and transferred the wine to it. I watched as she licked her lip and I didn’t think it was necessarily in a flirtatious manner, it was something she did unconsciously.
I wondered how many men came simply by watching her. I was sure I could without even touching myself.
“And why is that a shame, Alex?” Sultry Gabriella had replaced the business version.
“I’d like to get to know you more, on a personal level, but I don’t date colleagues.”
She laughed. “Then I guess it’s a bonus that we aren’t actually colleagues. I’ll have nothing to do with Trymast when you’re CEO. I might manage the UK side of Mackenzie’s businesses but even I can’t manage them all on my own. So, let’s go back a step and talk about thispersonal level, shall we?”
All I wanted to do was to push the table aside, grab her hand and drag her from that building. I wanted to wrap my hand in her hair and force her head back, tilting it so I could kiss her. My desire for her built. I didn’t speak, however, I simply stared, and it pleased me immensely to see her cheeks flush, her lips part a little, and her breathing accelerate.
I glared at the waiter as he interrupted the moment to place a folder on the table. Without even looking, I signed it. Then I stood and held out my hand. She took it and without further words, I led her back to the car.
The sexual tension in the car was palpable, the air thick and heady with the scent of desire. She glanced at me regularly, particularly down to my crotch. I had no wish to hide the hardness; I wanted her to see the effect she was having on me.
It wasn’t long before we were pulling up outside her house. I turned off the engine and swivelled in my seat to face her.
“Alex…” She started to speak but trailed off.
I reached up and ran my fingertips down her cheek, then over her plump lips. Her tongue darted out and she closed her eyes as if it was the most decadent taste.
“I want to fuck you, Gabriella, but I won’t. Not yet.” Her eyes flew open and I expected a retort to my bluntness. She opened her mouth to speak but I didn’t give her an opportunity. “For now, I want to get to know you. I will take up the offer for Trymast, it would be my pleasure to be on board.”
“But—”
“I’ve laid my cards on the table and I believe you want the same. I expect honesty and I need to tell you something about me, Gabriella. I don’t do equal in the bedroom, that’smydomain.”
My heart thumped rapidly in my chest. My need to dominate sexually was why I didn’t have many partners. I wasn’t a Dom in the traditional sense; I didn’t want that in everyday life. I just needed to be in control where sex was concerned.
I watched a pulse beat rapidly in her delicate neck, her cheeks flushed further, and I’d gambled she would accept what I’d said. I held myself rigid until I saw her slowly nod and lower her gaze.
I opened my car door with shaking hands and walked around the car to hers. I pulled it open and held out a hand. She took it and slowly slid from the car. She was close enough for me to feel her breath on my face and she stared directly into my eyes.
“I’ll top from the bottom, Alex, isn’t that what they say?” Her whispered words blew my mind. Then she turned and walked away.
Leaving the car door open, I strode after her. She kept her back to me, facing her front door, and I placed my hands on the wood at either side of her head. I pushed into her back and she stilled. She leaned back into me, resting her head on my chest.
I leaned down, blowing gently on the side of her neck and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. “Never. I’ll allow you to believe that, though,” I whispered. Her gentle moan was all I needed to hear. She tilted her head and I kissed her neck. “You are going to drive me insane, I feel.”
I stepped back removing my hands from the door and her hands shook as she placed her key in the lock. Without looking back, she opened her door and gently closed it behind her. I walked to my car knowing she was watching me from the glass pane. It wasn’t until I had left that I had to pull over near the park and take a deep breath.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, and then laughed.
I took great delight in handing in my notice the following morning. Although it was accepted with the obligatory,sorry to see you gocomments, both my boss and I sighed with relief. I was the problem they had many a late night meeting about and kicking out the whistle-blower would have made them look bad. The fact I was leaving voluntarily suited us all.
