Page 104 of Doubts & Fears

“Thank you. I love it,” she said, throwing her arms around me.

Jake came in and announced that Allison was waiting. Fuck, I had spaced rescheduling her. She was the most recent hire, and once her passport arrived, she’d be joining the team in London.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.”

I’d much rather stay and watch her dance, but duty called. After greeting Allison, I had her walk with me to the office. I couldn’t help but look back at Kinsley.

The room was glassed off, so I could watch her, which is what I did. She walked over to the sound system and warmed up. I stood, mesmerized. Several of the other regulars in the gym watched her as she moved through her routine. It was the same one she did at home but was more precise now that she had the proper equipment. She was so fluid in her movements.

God, I wanted her so badly it hurt. And now I had to do some edge training with Allison. Damn, I needed to ask Marcel how much longer his approval was going to take. My little warrior was driving me mad. Refocusing, I pushed my office door open and ushered Allison inside.

“I have two tasks for you today,” I instructed the beautiful blonde.

“Yes, Master,” she responded.

Part of her training involved walking her through the items she expressed an interest in from our standard checklist. I had no doubt she was going to be an amazing addition to the team.

She was doe-eyed, with thick black lashes and a sexy mouth. Funny how a month ago, she would have been exactly what I wanted. But now, only one woman commanded my attention—Kinsley.

“I’d like you to start by answering the following questions,” I instructed her, handing her two papers. They were simple writing assignments meant to increase her ability to communicate effectively.

“I’ve got a sparring session, so that will give you about forty-five minutes. Essay style format, please. As soon as you’re done, you will disrobe and position your body in a modest kneel. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

I pushed a piece of loose hair back, caressing her face, and her eyes dilated. I marveled at the fact my cock didn’t stir in the slightest when, a few short months ago, it would have. That was the effect Kinsley had on me.

I left her alone in my office and walked over to the boxing ring to spar with Marcus. We were partway through the session when Mr. Dulaine came in. The smile on Kinsley’s face and the way it lit up made me smile.

That was, until she ran over and gave him the biggest hug, damn near wrapping her little body around his. I fucking saw red.

“Don’t do it, Boss,” Marcus said, chuckling.

“Did you see the way he looked at her? I want to talk to him when they are done,” I grumbled.

“Look, I overheard you in the car on the way in. I know Marcel means well, but ultimately, what you do with her is your business and hers. The last time I looked, she was capable of making decisions. Well, when you guys let her, anyway.”

“Marcel’s issue is he thinks it’s too much, all of us wanting her, foolish even. Maybe he’s right and I need to stop thinking with my cock.”

“I’m pretty sure she knows what she wants. As I said, ultimately, it’s her body, right?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If you say so, Boss.” He shrugged, throwing a jab, catching me off guard. She was laughing, looking so damn carefree. Mr. Dulaine took a pair of heels out of his gym bag. She rushed to put them on.

“Are we doing this, or are you going to glare at them all day?” He shoved me hard. I rounded on him, knocking him back. “Oh, so now you’regoing to take your frustration out on me? Bring it.” Marcus laughed. He danced around the ring, ducking.

I glanced again at Kinsley, and Marcus damn near knocked me down. Mr. Dulaine was holding her too fucking close. Which I could somewhat deal with, but then Marcus saw what I saw and had to hold me back.

I broke free. “No, Ivan, don’t.”

Mr. Dulaine’s hand was firmly on Kinsley’s ass as he caught her in one move and steadied her. He gently caressed it as I stalked over to the room. With a sudden move that startled Kinsley, he quickly backed away from her. He’d finally caught sight of the anger radiating from me.

I had to count to ten in my head to prevent myself from pummeling him for touching her. She whirled around, out of breath, her face flushed from the dance. She rushed over, putting her tiny hand on my chest. I’d kill him. I’d fucking kill him for touching her ass.

“Ivan, don’t. Please,” she pleaded. Her hands calmed me enough that I didn’t smash Mr. Dulaine’s head into the glass mirrors behind him.

She pulled on my T-shirt, drawing my attention away from him, and I put my forehead to hers, looking into her eyes.

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