Page 22 of Seducer

Another blazing image forced itself into my mind. What would it be like to sixty-nine the man? Was it even remotely possible I could suck his cock while he feasted on my pussy?

What in God’s name was my wacko brain thinking?

But he was the epitome of a Greek god complete with a sculpted physique.

Hold on. Hold the fuck on. This wasn’t a good scenario.

No. It couldn’t be possible that somehow I’d gained the attention of one of the most powerful men in the city if not on the entire continent. If my hero was Zachariah Blackwell from the Blackwell Group, multibillionaires who’d taken the game industry by storm, the world as I knew it could be collapsing.

It wasn’t his money, clout, or power that troubled me. It was the fact that technically he was my boss. And if I remembered correctly, there was a clause in the company rules about not embarrassing the firm. Was this job considered embarrassing? I was warm all over as if I was going to pass out. I’d almost lost one job tonight. Why not make it an even two?

I was nauseous, incapable of thinking clearly. What I needed was air. Not that I was going to walk out back. There was no telling what monsters were lurking in the shadows.

Yes, I’d had a crush on the handsome man since the first day I’d laid eyes on him. But that had been from afar. Who the hell wouldn’t? With his six foot three or four inch frame, broad shoulders and rippling muscles, the sinful thoughts I’d allowed during lonely nights in my apartment had forced me to drag out one or more of my vibrators. An ugly laugh stuck in my throat.

It was crazy to think I hadn’t recognized his voice other than he was attempting to disguise it. And there was loud music. And he rarely addressed the staff, leaving that to his brother, the president and CEO. No, no. This was an absolute nightmare. Why? Because I had high hopes for achievements in the company. Very high. I wanted a seat on the board. I doubted that would happen should Zach or anyone else from the firm know about my moonlighting gig.

Then there was the infamous contest I’d kind of heard about, the one where I could earn a place at the executive table. How? With all my glorious skills of dancing and theater management? Oh, yeah. That would work. I’d barely played Dark Nights. I was working myself into a frenzy. That wasn’t good under the best of circumstances.

I was one step above a stripper, for Christ’s sake. The reason I worked here was pure, but who would give a shit?

My stomach was in knots.

I was instantly lightheaded, my frazzled brain thinking of all the ugly possibilities if the man found out who I was.

Not that there’d be any reason for him to discover my name or the work I did. He was an executive who rarely came into the office and when he did, he kept to himself. That’s why there’d been so many rumors born during lunch breaks and coffee sessions that had often turned into fantasy fests. Not that I’d been a part of the twitchy female scene. Women didn’t seem to like me very much or perhaps I preferred keeping my head buried in the sand.

I was rooted on the spot, unable to move a muscle and that wasn’t like me. Zach studied me from where he stood less than two feet away, his gaze creating a firestorm tingling deep within every muscle.

This wasn’t good. At least I was hidden behind a mask. Besides, he’d never recognize me, given the staunch, conservative attire I wore to the office. I’d learned years before standing out in a crowd wasn’t in my best interest. I’d inherited my mother’s body.

Way too voluptuous.

Still, given the one rumor I’d listened to regarding the potential upcoming game for the ultra-secretive Obsidian Society, I had to lay low, watch my p’s and q’s if I wanted a snowball’s chance in hell of being allowed to compete.

You’re a foolish girl.

Oh, thanks. On top of everything, my inner voice was chiding me.

Maybe my aspirations were more of a pipe dream, but it couldn’t hurt to try to follow my dreams.

Even if they resulted in the usual disaster.

I caught Zach looking at me out of the corner of my eye and my pussy immediately throbbed.

Get a grip, girl. Straighten up and fly right.

That’s one of the few things I remembered about my mother’s sayings. She’d been a wise woman. If only I could learn from my memories of her and her mistakes.

“A precious gem sparkling in the light. A beautiful woman to be cherished. A wild kitten craving being tamed. Soon…”

Those were the words the glorious man with the deep, velvety voice had said to me. I’d studied Italian, a little-known attribute I kept to myself although I wasn’t certain why.

As soon as he’d said them, it seemed as if the electric connection we shared increased.

But… but I remained incensed he’d jumped in like some big he-man. At least I knew his name. Zach. The single syllable floated off my tongue as I whispered it after walking away.

I could barely believe he’d jumped into a scenario without hesitation, acting as if he wanted to become my hero. Not that I needed saving except from myself.

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