Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Well?” I ask.
“Yes?”
“Where’s my glass?”
Damien smiles. “Oh, you’ll get one. If.”
“If?”
“That’s right.” He nods, coming around the counter toward me. I feel myself beginning to tense up again. “If you’re a good girl and do exactly as you’re told.”
I gasp as something happens that I can’t quite explain. It’s like a spell has been cast on me, and although part of me wants to resist and lecture this man on my credentials and tell him why he has no business speaking to me that way, the rest of me feels as though I’ve fallen into the warm embrace of a golden hammock.
I hold his sparkling green eyes with mine for the longest, most mesmerizing moment of my life, then finally find the ability to speak again.
“Fine.”
“Good,” he replies, stretching his arm out with a powerful gesture. “Now take off your dress.”
I feel a tinge of sadness in my stomach; he didn’t even comment on how nice it looks. But I don’t put up a fuss. I do as I’m told. I want to be a good girl for Damien. I’m desperate to.
I reach behind and unzip the back and slowly let the dress fall, revealing my lingerie underneath. I’ve never been so aware of my own body, especially when Damien scours me with his eyes, drinking in every inch of me with his gaze.
“Lingerie,” he remarks with approval, stepping closer to me the way a lion moves in on its prey. “Turns out the big female CEO is just a sexy little slut expecting to get laid.”
“This lingerie,” I reply, pursing my lips as my body swells with heat. My panties are soaked and my nipples are so hard they’re starting to hurt. “Costs more than the average rent in New York Ci–”
“Dance for me,” he interrupts.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he replies, tossing his blazer aside, revealing more of his physique: the broad shoulders, the long, muscular arms, the sculpted chest–some of it visible through the gap at the top of his shirt. “Dance for me. Pretend you’re no longer Alice Dupont the Forbes Top 10 Businesswoman; you’re Alice Dupont the stripper who needs to impress her client so she can pay this month’s utilities.”
I feel my face go flush. Just the thought of doing what he’s asking of me has me dying of embarrassment.
“I can’t dance…”
Damien runs his tongue across his lower lip. “Alice, with that body, you don’t need to know how to dance. Just move your body to the music. And stop arguing. Do as you’re told.”
I’m in shock. No man has ever been this firm with me before. I’m beyond nervous as I watch him sit on one of my stools as I begin to move my hips, but I’m also reveling in his attention. His eyes are focused on me and only me, and I’m ablaze with excitement that’s overpowering my self-consciousness.
Damien sips his wine, reaches down and unbuttons his pants, then slides down the zipper on his fly, revealing a massive bulge in his briefs, signaling his own arousal for me.
“You’re enjoying this,” he tells me. God, he’s so confident. “Your panties are wet.”
My cheeks are on fire as he rises to his feet and moves toward me. Flashbacks of what happened at my office invade my mind as he circles me. I continue to move–somehow managing to not freeze this time.
“You are a little sexpot,” he whispers as he passes my ear, sending a shiver down my spine to my toes. He brings his mouth so close to mine that I’m absolutely sure he’s going to kiss me this time, and yet again he doesn’t.
Like a balloon, I deflate while yet my desire for him rises. I want to stop dancing and scream at him to stop teasing me and touch me.
But I don’t. I must be a good girl so I can be rewarded. That’s what he wants. So I keep moving as looks me up and down, a man checking out a sports car before he buys it.
“That’s good, Alice.” His praise fills me with joy in a way I can’t describe. “You may have your glass of wine now.”
With his strong, callused hand, he leads me to the counter and fills a glass halfway for me. I’ve been making progress at work for months now on this Hong Kong deal, and yet not one of those steps forward has made me feel as good as I feel now having just earned Damien’s approval.
“Cheers.” He smiles.
“Cheers.”
We clink glasses, and I take a sip of some of the best wine I’ve ever tasted. Damien’s erection is obvious, but so far, he’s playing it cool, like he has total control over his sexual urges. It seems to be only me that’s desperately craving more.
“You know, Alice,” he says, “I brought something else with me.”