It was nice, having friends in deliciously high places.
Because he was a real bastard- though that had never been up for discussion- he found the stack of carefully arranged pages on the seat beside him and passed it across to Colette. She took it with a hand she wanted to pretend wasn’t trembling, but he caught the shiver. His nostrils flared at the vanilla, honeyed scent of her in close confines, but he quickly looked away, so she wouldn’t notice him appraising her like a wild animal.
He only wanted to scare her a little at first.
Not terrify her into jumping out of the goddamn moving car.
“What’s this?” She flipped through the pages absently, reading nothing.
“The contract.”
Her brows shot up. “It’s like, two hundred pages.”
“Yes, well, harassment is a serious thing nowadays. I also took the liberty of stating that because there is an age gap between us and I’m obviously more experienced, that I’ll inform you of everything I plan to do ahead of time and if you don’t explicitly agree, I’ll find an option more to your liking. Basically, the contract states this is consensual and neither party was in any way coerced. There is also a non-disclosure agreement that you’ll have to sign, at the very end. If all of that meets your approval, flip to page two hundred and eight, it’s marked with the yellow tab there, and sign. And then the page after, sign again.”
Her lips pursed into a delicious pout that he wanted to kiss off of them. “Are you freaking crazy?”
He shrugged. “Jury’s out on that one, but I’d lean towards, absolutely. Would you like a pen?”
She finally nodded and he passed one over, an expensive, useless thing, that he’d bought just because he could, and it was a waste of money. She signed her name with a flourish on both pages, then passed back the document.
He tsked and shook his head and her eyes blazed with fury at his apparent willingness to mock her. “You shouldn’t ever sign something without reading it first.”
“If you expected me to read that, we’d be here all damn night.”
“I wouldn’t have any objections.”
Her lips buttoned into a thin line. He didn’t like it, so he decided to fill her in on exactly why a limo was an excellent choice of transportation. He had to admit, he’d spent a sleepless night contemplating just what it meant, exactly, when she said she was a virgin. How virgin was she? There were a thousand different shades of virgin. Just how inexperienced was the woman he’d been lusting after for the better part of two long fucking years?
CHAPTER 5
Colette
To say the situation was uncomfortable was an understatement by far. The longer Colette sat in the back of the most luxurious limo she’d ever been in- okay, the only limo she’d ever been in- the more she felt it. The very air in the confined space seemed to be charged, like there was a short circuit in the wiring and it was sending all sorts of strange waves through the cab.
Blaze, dressed in an impeccable dark blue dress shirt and black dress pants, looking as gorgeous and as lethal as ever, leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. It was an unassuming position, more casual than she’d ever seen him before, but then again, she’d only ever really seen him leading meetings and sitting behind stuffy desks.
He was just as commanding in a more relaxed posture, if not more so. He looked every inch the hunter that she was starting to understand he was.
“You failed to see the point of a limo,” Blaze said with a smirk, shattering the velvet silence blanketing their plush surroundings.
Two black, plush leather benches faced each other, various cubbies and compartments tucked all around, stocked with things she could only dream about. The limo had a sunroof, but it was currently closed, and the partition was up, separating them from the driver she hadn’t even seen.
‘I’m going to instruct you on its finer points.” His words dripped with some kind of emotion she didn’t fully understand, but a shiver ripped up her back as they swirled around her. “Open your legs.”
“W-what?” she gasped, completely taken off guard.
“I said, open your legs. Let me see my prize.”
“Your- prize? You make it sound like I’m some kind of horse or something you’ve won.”
“I believe it was you who asked me for this,” he stated flatly, not at all ashamed of what he’d just asked her to do. He might as well have told her to unroll the window, he was so casual about it.
“I- I did, but- you- you don’t have to be so crass about it.”
Blaze actually rolled his eyes. “Look, Office Baby, I know you’re a virgin and all- if you just want me to take your v-card, my cock in your pussy, I can do that for you. Happily. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. You might too. You’re a beautiful woman and even if a scared virgin isn’t exactly my choice of companion, you should do nicely anyway, just because the strangeness of the request is exciting enough to make up for a less than stellar performance. If you’d like to actually enjoy this encounter to the fullest, to put my considerable skills to use, then I suggest you relax, take a deep breath, and open. Your. Legs.”