Right on time.
Veronika struts in, and as soon as she sees Tessa, she grins, giving me a knowing look.
I hate it when this woman is right. She gloats like the best of them.
“Boss. You rang?”
“This is Tessa. She wants to work at the club. I want you to interview her.”
Veronika laughs, shutting the door as Tessa curiously looks between us.
This lioness doesn’t realize the lion’s den she’s stepped into. Butshe’ll learn. Quickly. Then we’ll see if her bite is as sharp as she wants me to believe.
“An interview?” Tessa asks.
Veronika smirks. “Not the kind you’re thinking.”
I crack my knuckles, already hating this. “Get to it. I have a business meeting in an hour.”
“You probably should’ve told her what to expect before I got here.”
Tessa frowns, while irritation creeps up my spine. I don’t want to do this, but I need to prove I can handle it. That her fucking someone else won’t drive me to madness.
Because if it does, I’m in trouble.
I level her with a look. “Stand up.”
Her eyes widen at my tone, but she submits, rising to her feet. Veronika stands on one side of her while I’m on the other.
“Take off your clothes, Tessa.”
Her features tighten, but she doesn’t hesitate. Fingers hooking into the straps, she drags them down. If I had my hand around her throat, I’d feel her pulse hammering.
My cock strains against my pants, desperate to feel her tight pink cunt around it.
This is a damn mistake. And I don’t make mistakes.
Her dress drags down her body, and the more I see of her, the more my muscles fill with raging need.
When she’s only in her black thong, I motion for her to lose that too.
Her brow curves. Eyes on me, she pushes it down, stepping out of it. Her in nothing but a pair of heels is the most beautiful sight. And far too dangerous.
Veronika steps forward, tilting Tessa’s chin up, their eyes locking as she brushes her thumb across Tessa’s mouth.
My blood boils at that touch alone. At the hunger gleaming inVeronika’s eyes.
“She’s pretty. I can see why…” She lets the thought drift, knowing better than to finish it.
I drop onto the adjacent sofa, watching. A shiver ripples through Tessa, her gaze darting to me as Veronika’s hand trails lower, down her sternum, slipping between her thighs with a single finger.
Na khuy. I won’t be able to handle this. It’s already too much.
Tessa moans—soft, breathy, her fiery gaze slamming onto mine like she’s daring me to react.
I mutter a curse. I can’t just sit here and do nothing. But I can’t touch her. Can’t throw Veronika out either. That’s going to make me appear weak. I have to finish this.
“Sit,” she tells Tessa, pushing her down on the sofa as she drops to her knees. “I’ve been wondering what your pussy tastes like since I walked in.”
