Only Pleasure (Bound Hearts 10)

"Stanton, my office," Timothy ordered him.

"Like hell," Drew replied. "Do you know what they accused me of, Rutherford?"

"I'm well aware of it," Timothy snapped.

He didn't like Stanton. He had never forgotten the bruise on his daughter's face or the fear in her eyes, compliments of this little bastard. He'd kept him on because of Kia's furious protests. Because she had asked it of him, demanded it. But the time for that was coming to an end as he had prayed it would.

"My office. Now," Timothy told him. "Or you can turn in your resignation. "

Drew's mouth worked furiously. A red flush filled his face as Chase gave him a tight-lipped, cold smile. Falladay was going to rub it in, of course, not that Timothy blamed him, but it wasn't going to make settling Drew down any easier.

"Now, Stanton," Timothy repeated, stepping back from the door. "You know the alternative. " Oh, it was finally time. Time to get rid of the bastard who had hurt his daughter.

"Screw you!" Drew glared back at him. "You and this fucking job. "

He stalked from the office, rage tightening his shoulders as he stomped from the outer office and slammed the door closed there.

Timothy breathed in heavily.

"You have a handle on this one?" he asked his daughter, almost grinning at Chase's scowl.

"For now," she said. And she did, indeed. Her high heels were digging into the carpet, one arm wrapped around Chase's neck, the other around his waist.

Timothy nodded and left the office.

Kia almost breathed out a sigh of relief before Chase lifted her bodily, set her aside, and stalked to the door, where he twisted the lock viciously.

She shouldn't have followed him. She should have moved to her desk rather than fearing he was going after Drew, because before she knew it, he had her against the door, his body pressing into hers, one hand buried in her hair, the other pressed against the door behind her.

"I'm going to kill that little prick," he said softly, dangerously. "The first chance I get. "

Kia forced back her trepidation, knowing that if she didn't distract that fury, then Drew just might end up dead.

"You know, Chase, for a man who stated he doesn't want a relationship, you're becoming rather high maintenance as far as relationship matters are concerned. Especially other men. You better watch it, or before you know it, you'll be putting my name on that little black mailbox outside your apartment. "

His eyes narrowed. Icy green flickered over her face, her breasts as they rose and fell due to the panic rising inside her.

He didn't even flinch at her accusation.

"You'd better be very ver

y careful, Kia, or I'm going to have you bent over that desk with my dick buried so deep inside you that you're not going to remember how to access that smart mouth of yours," he warned her with chilling politeness, with arousing arrogance. "And if I ever find out Drew was the one who attacked you, then when they find his body, there won't be enough left to identify him. "

She didn't have time to argue, didn't have a chance to berate him.

His lips slammed over hers, his tongue parting them, pushing inside as she gasped and felt the flames beginning to race through her, over her, between them and around them.

A second later he pushed away from her and stalked back to his chair. "Leave the door locked. I'll answer it if anyone needs to come in. "

She didn't argue.

She pressed her fingers to her sensitive lips before moving slowly back to her desk, her eyes on his, aware of how he watched her, the promise in his gaze.

Something darker, more forbidden, had risen inside him. Something she wondered if she was really equipped to handle, though she knew handling it was something she would give her all to.

Chase escorted Kia into his apartment that evening, his hand riding low on her back, feeling her hips shift and move with sensual precision beneath his touch.

He loved touching her as she moved, feeling the energy she kept contained inside her, imagining how it could come out later.