The way he said it made me feel claimed. Whatever the hell he meant by it, my soul was stamped, sealed, and delivered. I was a goner.

Chapter Eight

Godrick

The kiss Lucy placed on my cheek Tuesday night after I walked her home still burned almost a week later. I didn’t like how it made me feel; I wasn’t used to it. I had to take a st

ep back from her. She opened my heart up and wiggled her way in too easily. Honestly, it scared the shit out of me. I had nothing to offer a woman like Lucy, nothing good. Sure, I had money, but I wasn’t husband material.

I wasn’t boyfriend material.

Hell, I wasn’t even friend material.

Now, fuck material? I’d fuck.

It wouldn’t be enough with Lucy. That was something I knew to my core. Was that what love was? Wanting more than lust?

“Mr. Stoneridge?”

“Yes, Barbara?” I never took my eyes away from the computer screen. I did something stupid and typed in Lucy’s name in the search engine. I was a glutton for punishment apparently. She didn’t have any social media that most girls had these days. The only thing I could find on her was an article about her parents dying in a car accident when she was younger. Her brother was eighteen and took care of her. It really was just the two of them.

“Your new personal assistant is here, Lucy Green?”

“Send her in.” I exited out of all of the screens I had up on the computer to hide what I was doing. Right as the screen went black, Lucy walked through the door.

“Godric—”

“It’s Mr. Stoneridge, Ms. Green. Don’t forget that.” I buttoned the front of my suit as I stood, making sure not to make eye contact with her because if I did, the defenses I managed to place around me would crumble with one glance from those emerald gems.

“Of course, I understand. It won’t happen again, Mr. Stoneridge. What can I get started on for you today?”

My will broke, and I finally looked at her. She looked fucking beautiful today. Her hair was up, showing the silky skin of her neck. I wondered if she had freckles anywhere else besides her face. My cock hardened when I saw the tight emerald dress that hugged her body like a second skin.

Men would be looking at her left and right. She couldn’t wear something like this. I wouldn’t make it through the day knowing men were drooling all over her. They would want her attention, and it made me feel like a king—no—a god that I had it. But Lucy wasn’t the type to notice that kind of thing.

“You need to go change,” I stated simply, rummaging through pointless paperwork on my desk. “That dress is not appropriate for work.”

“What’s wrong with my dress?” she glanced down at her body, pissed and agitated. “I’m not going all the way home to change.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll give you money to go shopping for a new one. Have Barbara give you some cash on your way out.”

The click of the door had me lifting my eyes, and her back was to me, her hands lying flat against it. Her shoulders rose, and then she rolled her neck to the left and right. “What’s your problem?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, stepping around the desk. I leaned against it, crossed my arms, and waited for her to turn around.

She turned so fast; I barely had time to register the finger poking my chest after she stomped forward in her baby pink heels. “Who the hell do you think you are telling me to change?”

“I think I’m your boss, and I make the rules. If you don’t like the rules, don’t work here. It’s as simple as that.”

“My dress is according to code. If you don’t like my dress, update your dress code. I’ll be at my desk if you need anything.” As she walked away from me, I wanted to reach out to her and pull her to me, to have her close like Tuesday night, but I knew I had to break whatever bond we shared. I had to.

It was hard to think about though when her luscious hips swayed, and the curve of her ass made me want to lift the back of her dress, slam her against the wall, and fuck her within an inch of her life. It would be what she deserved, teasing me like this, keeping me up every single night with an aching cock and swollen balls full of come that belonged inside her.

I came up behind her and wrapped my hand around hers on the doorknob, keeping her from leaving. I pressed my cheek against her head and inhaled. She was still warm from the sun and smelled like it too. “You think you’d have a case against me? Look at what you’re wearing; you’re practically tempting me.”

“You arrogant son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed, spinning around, piercing me with those fairytale green eyes. Looking at her made me dive into another realm outside reality; her beauty was one of novels, the kind authors rambled on and on about. I never thought it actually existed, but here it was, her curved lips panting hot breaths against mine. I could take her mouth right now, sear it with the need my lips felt, show her what a real kiss felt like from a man who truly desired her. “You think you can do whatever you want because you are you? I welcome the challenge. And if you think this is the only dress I have that will ring your fucking bell, Godrick, your workdays are going to be filled with torture.”

I clicked my tongue from the sound of my first name. I hated when everyone else called me that because my father loved for everyone to call him by his first name, but when she said my name, oh god, it made me my cock pulsate. “You don’t want to challenge me, Lucy. You will lose.” I placed one hand on the left side of her head, then the right, caging her in, and I leaned forward, smelling the sweet candy scent of her lip gloss. It smelt like cherry jolly ranchers—I wasn’t one to eat those, but right now, I had a sweet tooth for her lips.

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