I step closer to the desk, and he stands up.
Again, there’s only inches between us. I wish the heat rising off him didn’t make me think about sex.
Goddamit! I’m supposed to be working!
He leans close. Our faces are almost touching. I can’t pull away.
“I’m different from the others because I own your ass. Every tight inch of it,” I whisper against his lips, refusing to give in to the pressure he’s exerting.
Sure, he’s seen me naked. He’s seen my ‘oh’ face.
Big fucking deal.
Now he can see how I strap it on and manage the fuck out of the company he’s been running into the ground.
“Oh,” he responds, smiling. “Is that so? You own my ass?”
“That’s right. Every last bit of it and all the rest that it’s attached to. Sure, you might get to give me orders here. Why not? You’re the big boss, and I have to keep you happy. But if you want to run me through shit, then be utterly sure I’m going to do the same to you. I’ll double-check my own contract here, with Ambrose Industries, and I’ll pull you up and make you toe the line on every policy if I have to. I’ll also review the Male Order contract and make sure I put you to very good use.”
He reaches out and touches my waist.
I don’t move. I keep my eyes fixed on his.
“And what if my first instruction was to take care of my great big cock, Kat darling? What if I wanted you to finish me off, right here on the desk?”
It’s like he can feel my body responding, even though I’m trying so hard not to let it show.
There’s a magnet pulling us together.
Maybe just one more fuck…I want to know how it feels when he’s in charge. I want to be taken…
“Mr. Ambrose! There’s a call!” the secretary barks from the door.
We step apart quickly.
“Can’t it wait?” Will asks with a frown.
“No, sir. We’re about to lose the Paxton account. Someone has to talk to him now!”
9
William
I sit back and observe as Kat has Paxton on the loudspeaker. She’s dealing it out beautifully.
I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s the perfect blend of firm yet giving.
First, she asks him what the problem is, wheedling him with a soft, caring tone. When he starts going over the multiple issues to his account, which I deliberately botched to create this exact scenario, she answers him quickly and decisively.
It’s kind of like watching a dominatrix work, all hard and soft at the same time. She pulls up the file with one hand, looking at the screen as she talks.
Any issue Paxton comes up with she’s armed with the current issues on the account.
Here’s the kicker: she knows how to fix it, too.
With a few neat moves, she works through the file and comes up with solutions I hadn’t even thought of. It seems being a rich little snot has its drawbacks; I was prepared to go out of pocket for the whole experience just because I wanted to see my new CEO sweat it.
If the whole thing fell into a hot mess, I was just going to replace the funds from my own money.