Bared: A Dark Romance

Her big blue eyes met mine. So wide. So innocent. So full of questions. Questions I didn’t have answers for. It wasn’t hard to see that Tessa was not the type to just casually have sex. I knew she wasn’t that type of girl, and therefore, what just happened between us was most likely fucking her up as much as it was me.

“I guess I will go make us some lunch,” she said softly, being the first to break our stare.

Releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding, I said, “Yes, that would be nice. I really need to get back to work. I promised Brett some chapters today.”

Without saying another word, she rushed out of the room, her shirt still not on, her ballet flats forgotten behind, and her dignity left in tatters.

I was an asshole.

But I at least had warned her of that fact before she agreed to be kept on the mountain.

* * *

Tessa

Standing in the kitchen staring out the window, I could barely see the pine trees in front of me. My mind sifted through a thick fog of confusion and lust. I couldn’t even put what had just occurred in words if I had to.

Price spanked me.

Price fucked me.

And I had loved every single minute of it.

Everything about what just happened in his office was wrong. Inappropriate for an employer and his employee. I’m sure there were laws against this and he could get in a lot of trouble for what he just did… but for what I not only allowed him to do, but wanted. I mean… maybe I didn’t want the spanking. It hurt like hell, but… but…

Hearing the water boiling over, I rushed over to the pasta I was cooking us for lunch. I was preparing a meal as my job description dictated. But did my job description say I had to be spanked like an errant child?

He did say the rules were his rules.

But did the job description say he could put a finger in my butt?

I chuckled to myself. He had also said there wasn’t an HR department to go running to. And even if there were, what would I say?

“Mr. Anderson put his fingers in my pussy, and then put one in my ass, making me come harder than I have in my entire life.”

Yes, I could just hear me saying those words to some paper pusher behind a desk.

Finishing up dishing up lunch, I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to bring him his plate or not. Normally he ate at his desk, but things were thrown off today. I didn’t know if we just went back to normal, or if we had to redefine what our normal was.

As if reading my mind, Price came out into the main room and walked toward the dining table. “It smells good,” he said as he took his usual seat at the head of the table.

Taking his lead, I brought our plates the table. “I made pasta primavera,” I said. “I hope it’s okay.” I still didn’t know what this man liked to eat. Odd since I knew how he liked his cock sucked.

“I really like your cooking,” he praised for the first time. “I know I haven’t told you that, and I also know I haven’t said much of anything since we arrived.”

“You warned me that would happen,” I said as I sat down to join him.

“I know. But still. I can be a decent human being to you. And now that…” He took a large bite of his pasta and chewed as he stared directly into my eyes. Swallowing, he continued, “Now that we have had sex—”

“Like you said,” I interrupted. “Things got carried away.”

“No,” he said. “Yes, that is what I said, but that is not what I meant. The truth of the matter was I wanted what happened in there to happen, and I know I will want it to happen again. I already do.”

I froze mid-chew, not sure if I had heard him correctly. Had he just said he wants to have sex again? Now?

“I’m not one for playing games. I don’t fuck around, and say what I mean. So that bullshit line in there was just that. Bullshit.”

“I don’t understand. What does this mean?”

“It means I want to add an additional job description. Being a beta reader is obviously not exactly a skill of yours, and I don’t want to force you, or get notes from you that aren’t really genuine just to avoid my wrath. So I think I have a better idea. Consider it other duties.” His devilish grin and the way his brown eyes sparkled was a complete contrast to the firm and controlled demeanor of the man who had issued discipline to my backside only a short time before.

“What other duties?” I struggled to get the words out.