I’d love to take her somewhere romantic or fuck anywhere. Paris is considered a city of love, so I think that’s a great idea. Having enough fun torturing her, I say, “I have it stored for you. Now please go get my coffee while I decide if I’ll need you for my trip to Paris.”
“Wait. I can’t go to Paris.” She shakes her head.
“You have a passport. You can go where I tell you, or you can quit right now.” Please don’t quit. Something in my gut tells me she won’t because it’ll be bad for Alyssa.
“I’m not packed to go anywhere, and my apartment’s a mess. I can’t be ready to fly on such short notice.”
“Nonsense. You can get a new wardrobe when we land. It’s Paris, after all.”
“You are being a stubborn prick,” she hisses out, standing up and glaring at me.
“What did you just say to me?” I step around the desk and into her space. Unable to stand in those heels, she flops back down on her ass. I lean in, gripping the armrests. “You’re skating on very thin ice, Ms. Mathers. Stop giving me shit, or you’ll be fired. Understood?”
She nods, but that doesn’t work for me. I want to hear it come from those lying, fiery lips. I’d never been so fucking turned on in my life. If I moved any closer, she’d feel how sexy I found her defiance. Usually, I don’t accept insolence from anyone, and all of my staff knows the consequences.
“When I speak to you, you answer, Ms. Mathers. Understood?”
“Yes, Mr. King.” Fuck, I’m getting more turned by the way she tries to hold back her retort, but it’s not in her nature. If I were anyone else, she probably would have smacked me by now. She doesn’t want to cost her sister her job, and I’m going to use it to my advantage.
I smirk and walk away. Just as I move to close my door, I call out, “Don’t forget my coffee and call Franklin to come up to see me.” I need someone to help kill this hard-on I’m sporting. As soon as that man starts talking numbers, he can drain the lifeforce from anyone.
“Yes, sir,” she says through clenched teeth, giving me that faker than fuck smile that she’s going to pay for later when I’m balls deep inside her.
I enter my office and call to make the changes to my flight plan. Next, I reschedule my meeting in London. After that is all complete, I’m surprised to find she hasn’t brought in my coffee. I stand up and march out of my office, and she’s not in there. I walk over to her desk and see some papers; the handwriting definitely belongs to my assistant. It’s a list of everything she needs to know to do Alyssa’s job.
Where’s my assistant right now? And where is my pretend assistant? The one driving me insane with her smart mouth that I want to be wrapped around my cock. I drop the notes on the desk and go looking for my wayward assistant. Damn, I’m tempted to bend her over and spank her for thinking she can fool me.
When I step into the kitchen area, I see her trying to work out the machine. I’m guessing Alyssa didn’t explain how to work it. “Someone’s having an off day,” I say, causing her to jump out of her skin, knocking the coffee cup to the ground and sending sharp shards everywhere.
“Damn it.”
I rush to her and lift her off the floor, carrying her to the other counter. God, she feels so good in my arms. Her fingers cling to my biceps out of fear that I’ll drop her and then Alexa relaxes as I set her down. “Sit there while I clean it.”
“I can—” She stops speaking when I glare at her.
“I’d ask you to tell me where the broom and dustpan are, but I’m guessing you don’t know where they are either.”
“Um over there,” she sasses, pointing to the wall. I love her attitude. I can’t wait to fuck it out of her.
“Keep your ass up there. I don’t need you cutting your legs.” Sexy fucking legs, I want to be wrapped around my head like a damn boa constrictor while I eat your cunt. My dick hardens, and I do my best to hide it, but I left my jacket in my office, and my pants offer no protection.
“What a gentleman,” she hisses, arching her brow.
“Ms. Mathers, you’re lucky that I am one. Your smart mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble.” Permanently.
“I bet.” The words are barely a whisper full of lust, but I hear them. She’s turned on by me, and I bet if I slip my fingers between her legs, she will be soaked. Damn. I need to get her naked already.