Falling into Temptation (Falling 1)

I go to work with renewed determination. As I walk down the long hall of the nineteenth floor, the men stop to stare at me, unlike yesterday. It gives me a bit of my confidence back. When I enter the office, I see Gabriel across the way, sitting at his desk.

He seems engrossed in some paperwork and I’m not sure if he’s seen me until his head shoots up. A small smile of satisfaction creeps across my face. I make a show of walking around the desk, pulling the loose pins from my hair and allowing it to cascade down my back. I sit down in the plush leather chair and kick my leopard print stilettos up onto the polished wood as I lean back. I pick up a book and begin to read.

A few moments later, the desk phone rings, startling me. I assumed that since I hadn’t gotten a phone call in the last two days that everyone was aware of Mr. Bergers absence. I pick it up nervously.

“Phillip Berger’s office. This is Victoria speaking, how may…” I’m cut off by the brusque voice on the other end.

“Are you trying to get my attention?”

Holy shit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply nonchalantly.

“Victoria,” he snarls, “this isn’t funny. There are construction workers there. I don’t want them seeing you like that.”

“What does it matter to you?” I reply bitterly. “If you can have lanky blonde women swooning over you all day, then I don’t see the harm in me setting a little fire under a few construction workers.”

He laughs softly, his tone relaxing. “Victoria, are you actually jealous?”

“What? No!” I try my best to hide my pathetic denial. Of course, I’m jealous.

“The lanky blonde was in my office for no more than twenty minutes, not all day. And yes she is after me, but I’m not interested in her.”

“Oh,” I mutter. “It doesn’t matter, none of my business. You can fuck who you like.”

“Well, in that case…” His voice grows husky. “I’d like to fuck you.”

“Um…” What can I possibly say?

And then I hear the click of the phone. I whirl around in my chair to see Gabriel storming out of his office. What is he doing?

Ten minutes later, he strolls through my door, locking it behind him. I stand up, shocked and immobile as he stalks towards me. He stops a few inches short of me, his eyes roving over every inch of my skin.

My own eyes do a slow perusal of his body, of his black suit with the crisp white dress shirt. I never thought I would find a man in a suit attractive, but there is just something about Gabriel Maddox that appeals to my animalistic nature. I want to tear those fancy clothes off of him. I want to see his powerful body naked beneath my tremulous hands.

He steps closer to me so that his chest is at my eye level, and I still can’t look up at him. I’m afraid that one more glance in his direction and he will own me.

He grips my chin in his hands, forcing my gaze to his. He looks ravenous, but I can tell he’s holding back. Because underneath that hunger is a hint of confusion.

“Why won’t you look at me, Victoria?” he demands.

“I am looking at you,” I rasp.

“Tell me…” He trails a thumb absently over my bottom lip. “What is it about me that you are so afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I whisper.

“Is it my cock?” he grabs my hand, moving it to the rock hard bulge in his pants. “Are you afraid you might actually like it?”

His voice is mocking and confusing, and I can do nothing but stare at my palm that is now stroking that rock hard bulge in his pants. I don’t even seem to have control of my own limbs anymore. And the next time I look up at him, his eyes are half closed, his fists clenching at his sides. And I realize just how much I’m affecting him in this moment. It makes me feel powerful. Reckless me is in full swing as I grip him harder through the soft material, rubbing him against my palm.

And then his strong thick hands are on my body, crushing me to his chest as his lips crash down on mine possessively. He tastes like mint and possession and fire, and I can do nothing but melt into his touch. I part my lips, giving him full access to my mouth. He groans in approval, his tongue exploring mine.