“I thought you might’ve fallen and needed my help,” I said, my voice huskier than normal. I cleared my throat.
He raised a dark eyebrow and glowered at me. “You thought I fell...” He trailed off, intending to make me feel stupid. Well, it worked.
The blush burned my ears and had my heart racing faster. I averted my gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“Is there something else you need?”
“Oh!” I had forgotten why I came in here in the first place. “May I borrow your car?” He stared at me, eyebrow raised. “I’d like to run some errands. Which, by the way, whatever happened to my car?”
He approached the his-and-her counter, picked up a deodorant stick, and swiped it under his arms. “Your car was totaled in the accident, Ms. Hayes. You’re forced to rely on me for the time being. What errands do you need to run?”
I locked my hands behind my back as I stepped closer to him like he was my dad and I was begging him to let me go out. I bit my bottom lip to hold back the laugh that built inside my chest. How silly was it that I would think of my boss as my dad? A small giggle slipped from me, and then another. Mr. Volkov looked at me from the mirror, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“It’s nothing.” I giggled and covered my mouth with my hand to quiet my laughter.
He looked away and continued to do his after-shower routine. I watched him for a moment, enjoying the sight of him wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. His skin looked so soft. A few water droplets remained on him, and god, I wanted to be them. My gaze wandered down his body, drinking up every naked inch of him, like the little divots on his lower back that disappeared beneath his towel. Feeling his gaze on me, I raised my eyes and met his in the mirror, finding him frowning.
Oh, crap. He’d asked me a question.
“A little Christmas shopping,” I said. My blush returned at full force now that I had been caught checking him out.Shoot. I could have lied to him just now. That could have earned me punishment.
If it was possible, his eyes narrowed more until they were slits that barely showed the honey-colored orbs. “Are you lying?”
My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “No, sir! I mean it. I want to shop for Christmas gifts.”
We stared at one another, his piercing gaze not allowing me to look away. He searched my face to see if I was telling the truth. For once, I was. I held my breath, waiting andwantinghim to punish me anyway. The memory of his musky and salty taste coated my tongue, and I swallowed like I could force my tastebuds to make it real.
“Ms. Hayes,” he warned, his voice an octave deeper and full of hunger.
Oh god, I longed for him to say my first name. I also wanted him to use me again. To punish me, even though I’d done nothing wrong this time.
I licked my lips and twisted my fingers behind me, holding myself back from dropping to my knees and opening my mouth for him. I squeezed my thighs together to stop the ache throbbing in my core.
What kind of power did Mr. Volkov have over me? Why did I turn into a needy ball of desire for him like my life depended on it?
He must’ve noticed because a burning fire flashed in his eyes, and his jaw tightened as he clenched it.
“Pretty please? With a cherry on top? With some whipped cream?” I begged, unsure if I was asking to use his car or for him to fuck my mouth again.
Mr. Volkov’s body tensed like a cat readying itself to spring on the mouse that scampered away from its paws. I didn’t know if he was preparing to close the space between us and pin me against the wall, or shove past me to go into his bedroom. He didn’t give off the impression that he would flee from me. He was the type to take what he wanted and leave me in shambles. Because that was what he’d done the last time.
“You may,” he whispered roughly.
I beamed a smile and shook my shoulders in an excited dance. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be back later. If you want me to grab something for dinner, I will.”
Well, dang. Look at me acting like I was his wife or something, wanting to fill his stomach with good food. I hadn’t realized how great it felt to want to take care of someone and be the perfect little housewife. It had to be my hormones. Maybe I was about to start my period and was in that aroused and nesting phase.
But this is the least I can do since he’s letting me stay here while I recover.
I didn’t want to take care of anyonebutMr. Volkov. Which was a scary thought to have about my boss and our strange relationship.
Mr. Volkov broke the stare and grabbed a bottle of serum to make his hair silky, soft, and smooth. “No need, Ms. Hayes. I can fend for myself.”
I was slightly disappointed by that answer, but I smiled. “Okay. I’ll be back later.”
Turning around, I left the bathroom and his bedroom. Once I reached the hallway, I stopped and rested my hand on the wall beside me. Closing my eyes, I softly moaned, my legs trembling and my throbbing clit begging me to relieve myself.
I waited, held my breath, and hoped he’d chase after me. When he didn’t come, I released a shaky breath and walked away, putting space between Mr. Volkov and me.
