Chapter 6
Jordan
I leaned against the doorjamb and watched her go, scrubbing a hand over my face to break contact with her ass. Apparently, I had an unwavering fascination with the damn thing. And that slim waist…the way the graceful curve at the small of her back rose to the swells of her round ass in that sleek, black, form-hugging dress. God, she was a knockout. For the umpteenth time I questioned my sanity for keeping her here tonight.
I called out to let her know I needed a pit stop and I’d be right down, then set aside the laptop and strode with purpose into the ensuite bathroom. It always took forever to take a piss when my dick was hard. And fuck it, her brief brush up against me and the sultry licking of those pink, puffy lips was all it took.
Hell, having her in here standing within three feet of my bed was a bad idea. When I’d come into that doorway, the first thing I wanted to do was push her down on the bed and pin her underneath me.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I finished my business and washed my hands, making sure to splash some cold water on my face. It would have to do instead of a cold shower. It had been two weeks since I’d decided to abstain from sex, and it was not proving to be easy. Especially with a little sexpot intern as my captive for the night.
It was an idiotic decision to force her to stay, but how the hell could I let her to go out looking like that? She’d have to beat the fuckers off with a stick, and as long as I had any control over it, that was not happening. As long as I was her boss, I did have control over it.
If I couldn’t have her, no one could. At least while she worked for me. If I had to suffer from lack of getting any, so would she. After all, this was her mess to begin with. Accident or not.
And honestly, who the fuck uploads a recording without realizing it? She could have hit a share button while she was drunk, but she’d find that on her profile later—unless it was on a platform that didn’t tolerate indecent material. Then it could have been deleted by the provider.
But content like that spread faster than a STD at a frat party.
I frowned, drying my hands. Whether or not she meant to upload the video remained to be seen, but she deserved the deprivation for all the trouble it had caused. And I was just the one to inflict the punishment. I looked at myself in the mirror. Adam was right—I was a rat bastard.
Minutes later, with certain body parts now completely under my control—for the moment, anyway—I settled back on the couch in the living room.
She was standing at the sliding glass door, watching the sunset, and I kept my eyes away from that alluring backside by snatching up my forms and gathering them on a clipboard. I looked up when she turned and walked toward me, still teetering on those ridiculously high heels that made her legs look spectacular. Eyes averted, Fawkes—goddammit!
“Those shoes can’t be comfortable. Take them off.”
She slipped into the chair beside the couch. “I don’t want to take them off.” She flicked a glance at me, as if testing my reaction. Then, to emphasize the point, she crossed her ankles and wiggled the foot on top. Oh, so it was going to be like that, was it?
“I insist.”
Her brows rose. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be disappointed. The shoes stay on. All night.”
All night. She was sending me a crystal clear message. She didn’t trust me…like somehow keeping her shoes on would protect her from my degenerate inclinations. But I knew damn well that Snow White wasn’t as pure as her nickname might imply. Underneath that cool reserve she showed everyone, there was a she-devil waiting to be let loose again—with my lips, my hands, my tongue.
If only I could make that happen again. I sighed, shifting, frustrated with myself. “I need you to look some shit up for me on Google.”
Her dark brows twitched, and she picked up the laptop then opened it. It immediately came alive with the login music to Dragon Epoch. I’d left the program open again.
When she realized what it was, she laughed. “Taking your work home with you in a very literal way, I see…I didn’t realize you play Dragon Epoch.”
I leaned back, unable to tear my eyes away from that wiggling foot. “Of course I do. First rule of business, Weiss. Know your product. Know what it can do. Know about the people who use your product.”
Her mouth twisted. “Comic-Con nerds and pimply geek boys.”
I shook my head, laughing. “Maybe in the eighties that was the case, but with our game, nearly half of the players are female. And they are of all ages, too. We have players in their tweens, teens, all the way up to retirement age. There are young married couples who can’t afford to get out, so they play the game for entertainment and to spend time together. College kids with too much time on their hands, even entire families who play with their kids or family who live long distances away.”
“Wow. And…and all the officers play?”
“Yes. Why not? It’s a fun game. You should try it before you knock it, Weiss. Like I said, know your product. Didn’t you ever log into your trial account we give the interns?”
A slow stain of color crept across her face. “Umm. I may have…misplaced that login code somewhere. I have to confess…” Her voice trailed off and then she shrugged.
My eyes darted from her cleavage down her shapely legs, back to that goddamn wiggling foot. “You’re full of things to confess. What is it this time?”
She sent me an almost fearful look, as if whatever information she had to share with me would somehow spell her doom—like everything else I had on her wasn’t quite enough, but this admission would finally cause the axe to fall.
“I’m, um, not much of a video game player.”
“Well, as your boss, I’m telling you to start. On top of that, I want you to design and come up with three different options for a project you’re going to work on. I’ll choose from the three which one I want you to do.”
Her mouth worked and she shifted uncomfortably, her eyes dropping to the notepad on her lap. She merely nodded and started taking notes, then ripped off the top paper and folded it.
I shifted, pulling my eyes away from those delicate ankles, wondering how much she actually knew. She’d admitted to me that she knew her sex partner from the video had been an employee, and she seemed on the level with the fact that that was all she knew. Either that or she was a damn good actress.
But who could trust a woman who would video herself having sex without letting the man know he was being recorded? The now familiar heated feeling of resentment and guilt bubbled up. That sex tape had almost ruined everything—still might ruin everything. All my hopes and goals were now balancing on the edge of a knife.
And yet…I still wanted to fuck her again. God, how I wanted to fuck her. As my eyes skimmed down the tedious forms and documents and I continued to bark commands at her, a lower, baser part of me was picturing her bent over the back of my couch or spread out on my kitchen counter…or anywhere, really. Naked. Writhing. Moaning my name.
I hadn’t even had the chance to see her fully naked, either. I’d pounded her breathless and yet I still hadn’t touched those full, soft tits. Hadn’t tasted them.
Goddamn it. My eyes squeezed shut and I rubbed them through closed eyelids. She yawned loudly and I heard her stand. My eyes snapped open. Although I really didn’t need her here, there was no way in hell I was letting her leave now, internal repressed sexual torture or not. But whether I needed her here didn’t matter.
Tormenting her? That was another thing altogether. Because now it had become a game to me. I wanted to push her—see how far I could bend her until she broke. Until that cool demeanor, that pleasant façade shattered and the hellcat underneath showed herself again.
In fact, it was becoming my newest mission in life.
“Do you have something to drink? I’m falling asleep.”
“There’s bottled water in the fridge. Some energy drinks, too. And, oh—bring me a beer while you’re at it.” One beer wouldn’t hurt…
Her mouth twisted and she gave me the evil eye. I almost snickered. Good. She turned to go and suddenly she stumbled, off balance and falling.
Before I could even think about it, I bolted out of my seat and caught her before she did a face-plant onto my glass coffee table. My arms closed around her torso, pulling her away from danger as she cursed. “My heel got caught in this goddamn loopy rug!”
As she steadied herself, my arms tightened around her instead of letting go. “I told you to take the shitty things off.”
She tilted her head, looking into my face, eyes narrowing. With the three-inch heels, she was only about four inches shorter than me now, the top of her head reaching my nose. “No. I don’t want to.”
My mouth thinned and defiance formed in her eyes. As frustrating as she was, it was good to see her take a stand. She didn’t do that nearly as often as she should.
Now we were staring at each other and it was getting awkward. She shifted against me and my asshole dick decided this would be a great time to perk up again. I could tell she noticed because the look on her face changed. Her eyes darkened as they dilated and her breathing suddenly quickened.
“You can let me go now,” she said in a voice huskier than normal.
My arms flexed impulsively, as if rebelling at the thought of releasing her, unwilling to give up their prize. The feel of her pressed against me right now was just too good. Too much of what I’d been wanting all night.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know if you’re safe…not with those stilts attached to your feet.”
She swallowed, and I was suddenly intensely curious as to how she would handle this. Would she rise to the challenge or would she give in? Could I break her this quickly?
Slowly, she shifted, deliberately rubbing her thigh against my erection. A bolt of lightning sizzled right through me, and the slow rise of those lips in a knowing smile told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
She was taking this situation and she was owning it, goddamn her. Well played, Miss Weiss.
I tightened my arms, pulling her against me. My hand moved to the back of her head as my head sank to hers. Now I was the one in control—or at least that was the lie I told myself as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.