Heartless: Episode 2

“My dick doesn’t behave like that.”

“Excuse me?” I wiped my bottom lip and took a step away from him, wondering how seriously I should take him.

“It doesn’t get hard on a whim. It’s fickle. It sure as shit doesn’t listen to me. But it likes you—a lot.”

He glanced down at his pants, and my eyes followed.

“Do girls really buy your line of crap?” I tried to stay tough, but the size of his bulge made me want to drop to my knees and welcome it to my place of employment.

“They do. But I’m not lying to you, Elizabeth. My dick has a mind of its own. Right now, you’re the only one it thinks about.”

“You’re an idiot.” I started laughing and couldn’t stop.

Who talks about his dick that way? Only a superficial, self-assured asshole would walk around, spouting crap about his dick having a mind of its own. But if I hated it so much, why the hell am I so damn tempted to test his theory?

Daniel walked toward me again, and I stood firm. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, my body pressing into his. As his muscles tightened, I lost myself in his touch. It was too easy to lose all focus in his presence.

I glanced up at his unshaven chiseled jaw, and I didn’t know what came over me, but I kissed it. The rough stubble scraped against my lips like sandpaper, a feeling I’d never realized I enjoyed until this moment.

I licked at his chin before working my way down his neck and back up to his ear. “I think you should go,” I whispered.

He laughed and gave me a full smile. “Not on your life.”

His hand slipped up my skirt again, but this time, his fingers headed straight toward my most private area, and I jerked away, swatting at him.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, completely unfazed.

I sucked in a breath and shook my head. “You can’t just come here and manhandle me like you own me.”

“I want you, Elizabeth.”

“You just think you want me.”

He stepped toward me, and I moved back, keeping my distance from his godlike features.

“No, I know I do. You want me, too. Don’t deny it.”

Oh, I’ll try all right.

“I felt the heat coming off you.” He smirked.

That was it.

Scowling, I practically came unglued. “You felt the heat coming off me? Are you serious with this? Who talks like that? This isn’t some movie where you can waltz into my office, boss me around, and have your way with me.”

Never mind that I’d allowed him to do exactly that. Now wasn’t the time for logic.

He turned away before looking at me again, the expression on his face resembling embarrassment. “I’m not trying to be a dick, I swear,” he half-apologized.

I almost believed him.

“Don’t be mad at me.” His head dipped as his eyes lowered to the floor.

“I’m not. I’m mad at me.” I sucked in a breath before pointing at him and adding, “And you.” I moved to sit back down behind my desk. “Who talks to women they just met like that? I barely know you, so you can’t just say those things to me.”

Truth be told, I was a little uncomfortable. It had been far too long since I had sex, much less been intimately touched by a man. I wasn’t prepared for someone like Daniel.

“Most women like dirty talk.” He moved to lean against the wall in my office, and he buttoned up his suit jacket.