“If you keep on with your incessant chatter, I’ll stop.”
“Oh! No, please don’t stop. Please.”
Tarq rolled his eyes at Daisy’s irritatingly high-pitched voice. It grated on his nerves. When he hired her, he’d only been thinking with his dick, and how hard and far he was going to shove it up inside her.
Like he was now.
Six months ago, she’d shown up for an interview wearing a tiny top and even tinier skirt. She was as unprofessional as unprofessional could get.
She was also dressed in a way that let him know she was willing to be more than just his secretary.
She’d giggled and flirted and chomped on her gum the entire time. Who chewed gum when interviewing for the job of a lifetime? Okay, maybe it wasn’t the world’s best job, but it was the best one Daisy was ever going to get.
She was paid well, had a full benefit package, and she received a handful of orgasms from Tarq from time to time. Not that she remembered them.
He was careful to erase their sessions and he never, ever, initiated. Not with her. She worked for him, after all. Plus, his sister, Angelique, was head of HR. He knew better than to piss her off.
Tarq didn’t like feeling guilty about wiping Daisy’s memory. He never altered it before or during their hook-ups, but the more he pondered the whole situation, the worse he felt.
He had rationalized, the first time she grabbed his crotch, he’d let her get off, then let her get him off, and, since it was all consensual, pressing the brain’s metaphoric Delete key was no big deal.
Admittedly, she was also a damned good employee. It was the only reason he hadn’t fired her yet. He’d put up with some annoyance to have someone as efficient as she was. She was also a good lay, so there was that.
“Knock-knock.”
Daisy gasped and Tarq froze, giving his brother, Quin, the evil eye. The door had been locked. It should have clued the fucker in that Tarq was busy. Q’s extra power of telekinesis was inconvenient at times.
“I’m fucking busy, Q.”
“More like you’re busy fucking,” Quin frowned from the doorway. Why his brother continued to bang his assistant was beyond him. Daisy was annoying as shit—and what the hell kind of name was Daisy, anyway?
“Tarq? Should we …” Daisy left it hanging out there, unsure the protocol for getting caught being bent over her boss’s desk.
“Shit. Hey, look at me,” Tarq commanded, the magic in his voice forcing her to turn clumsily to meet his eyes.
Tarq held her stare, telepathically convincing her they were still alone. Once her brain accepted his will, she writhed against him.
“Please!” she whined again.
“Shush.”
He looked at Quin and quirked an eyebrow. Q took the hint and exited. Thank gods for small miracles.
Tarq started fucking her again, this time with less vigor. She whimpered and moaned, her body begging for release. Even though he wasn’t feeling it anymore, he ordered her to come. And she did.
His power of persuasion was awesome. It was handy. It was also getting old.
He waited until she finished, until he could smell all the wonderful endorphins flooding her system. If he was going to steal the memory away, she should at least get something out of her efforts to seduce him.
Once she came down from her high, he pulled out and walked into the bathroom to remove the condom he hadn’t filled. He cleaned up, washed his hands, and returned to his desk, the one Daisy was currently sitting on.
He looked her over to make sure she’d put her clothing back in order. Satisfied she was presentable to return to work, he cupped her face.
Her breath hitched. The poor girl thought he was going to kiss her, which was sad, really.
She had no memory of his kiss, not because he’d erased it, but because he hadn’t kissed her. Tarq rarely kissed on the mouth. It was too intimate. Sure, accidental grazes and touches happened at the height of passion, but he staunchly refused to do it to Daisy.
Even though he knew he’d swipe what she remembered, he’d never wanted it to seem more than it was, that it would lead anywhere. Guilt was a bitch.
So were the Fates.
The sisters loved messing with immortals. He needed to do a better job of staying off their radar.
“Daisy,” his deep voice caught her in its spell. “Stand up.”
She stood.
“You brought me a cup of coffee and reminded me of my meeting with Quin.”
He watched her glazed eyes, waiting for the magic to work. It was slower now with her because he’d done it too many times. He needed to stop. Hell, none of it should have happened in the first place.
“You have never made a sexual advance towards me. You’ve never wanted to because you know it would be unprofessional. Your position now has a clothing allowance. You’re going to take your corporate card and purchase an entirely new wardrobe, one my personal shopper picks out for you. You’re an amazing executive assistant. It’s time your dress reflects your actual abilities and self-worth.”
“Okay,” she sighed, still under his influence.
He released her and sat in his chair.
“Thank you, Daisy. That will be all.”
Daisy blinked several times, looking a little lost. Yes, this would be the last time. She might start growing suspicious something was wrong if it continued. It had nothing to do with his guilt. Absolutely nothing.
He held up the mug on his desk and took a sip. It was now cold, but she was none the wiser.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Marcellus. Anything else I can do?”
“No, Daisy. Why don’t you go ahead and make the appointment with Julie at Saks, like you’ve been meaning to all week?”
Her face lit up and Tarq was glad he’d suggested it.
“Yes, of course. Thank you,” she smiled and exited his office, gently closing the door behind her.
Tarq placed his elbows on his desk and rubbed his face, disturbed at the pleasant feeling he’d gotten from doing something nice for Daisy. His siblings would have a field day with this, which is why he’d never tell them.
Speaking of siblings, he needed to deal with Quin.