Claiming Her V-Card (Alphalicious Billionaires 6)

Fuming, she stumbled to her feet. She was beyond repairing her dignity, but she slammed a finger at Blaze anyway. He just stared back at her, his too perfect lips quirked into a smile she was ashamed to admit that she wanted to eat off his face. Not just kiss. No, she wanted to devour him. She wanted to bite him. Claw at him. Do things that she never would have dreamed of doing.

And she hated that he had the power to affect her like that. To make her freaking pass out on the lunchroom floor. That he could disarm her completely and send her into a tailspin just by wrapping his far too muscular arms around her and pressing her up against his sinful body. Sinful. Yes, it was well known that he used that body for sin.

He confirmed it when he inclined his head and smirked at her knowingly. “I think what you wanted to say was that I’m never with the same woman twice. That’s how you would have worded it, so I’ll put it nicely, just for you. I know how much you hate it when I say crass things. You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Colette. A sweet, prim, proper, good little girl. Who storms into her boss’ office and demands that he take her virginity.”

“You- you….” Colette couldn’t come up with a word vile enough for Blaze, so she pressed her lips into a hard line. “That was a lapse in judgment. I told you to rip up that contract.”

“No can do,” Blaze drawled, as he sauntered over to his office chair. He pulled the thing out and plopped down, looking sinful as the devil himself when he sprawled out and kicked his expensive leather shoes up on the desk. He winked at her. “I have a reputation to keep. So, sweetheart, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, at least until I fulfill the obligations set out on those pages.”

“Rip. It. Up.”

“No.” He yawned, like the whole conversation actually bored him. “You need to live a little, Colette. Get out and experience new things. Life isn’t all about work and coding. It’s about fun. It’s about pleasure.” He let the word roll off his tongue as his gaze swept over her, so hot it was like a brand.

Despite her best efforts not to, Colette shivered. “Go to hell, Mr. Hanson. It’s never going to happen.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Enjoy your day. Try not to let the rumor mill bother you too much. If it’s getting out of hand, you can always come to me for help. I’d be happy to clarify whatever misunderstandings arise from the flowers. Oh, and Colette… I’ll pick you up at seven tonight. Wear a dress again.”

With that, he dropped his feet, swiveled around, gave her his side and started typing something furiously into his open laptop.

She stood there stunned, in disbelief at how easily he’d dismissed her. She let out an undignified huff of rage before she stormed to the door. She was about to rip it open, when stupidly, she looked back.

Blaze blew her a kiss without looking up from his work.

CHAPTER 9

Blaze

Blaze had once told himself he wasn’t going to be that kind of boss. The kind who fucked his employees. For the most part, he’d managed to keep that promise to himself. He’d had only one small mishap. Okay, maybe two. No one got fired. There was no lawsuit. The world kept turning.

How the hell Colette was still single, let alone a virgin, was beyond him.

She was the kind of beautiful that literally was like the sun. It hurt to look at. If you stared directly into the surface, it would probably blind you.

She was incredible. A woman worthy of a thousand one night stands. Of an infinite amount of lawsuits. Of countless sleepless nights.

Which is exactly what he’d spent thinking about her.

For longer than he cared to admit.

There was something about Colette that wasn’t like other women. It wasn’t her huge eyes or her pouty mouth, her perky tits or her tight ass. It wasn’t her body at all. It was what was inside of it. Namely, her head.

Which shocked the hell out of him because he wasn’t one of those guys who usually gave a shit if a woman had a brain or not. He was just as likely to tell them to bend over his desk- because yes, he might not have made a habit of pooching his employees, but he had made a habit of letting every single person in the office know that he wasn’t above fucking someone who didn’t work for him, in his office- as he was to ask their opinion about something.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. Oh wait. Yes, it was. He didn’t care. Because he’d never met a woman who he actually wanted to know anything about other than if they wanted to sleep with him or not. And where they’d like to commence said sleeping, minus the sleeping. Okay, maybe he sometimes asked if they wanted to suck his dick. And if he could eat their pussy. Because he was generous like that. Beyond sex, though, the questions were limited. He’d never had so much as a work conversation with any member of the opposite sex in as long as he could remember.