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I grip the armrests. Now I'm sitting before this towering man, small as a little creature and definitely just as vulnerable.
"I'll be in the office next to this one," he says.
I nod my head up and down, a squeak coming through my throat.
He turns me around again so I'm facing my desk.
“Remember,” he says. “Answer when I call. I don’t care who you’re with or what you’re doing. You see my name, and you drop what you’re doing.”
I nod.
“Will do, boss,” I say, biting my lip.
“And remember, Ms. Harper,” he says. “If you fail to execute your duties, there will be grave repercussions.”
My throat goes dry.
“What kind of repercussions?”
“The kind of repercussions that will keep you up all fucking night.”
“I’d gladly stay up all night if it’s for you,” I whisper.
He lets out a sharp breath and turns to leave my new office.
“Do you want the door open or closed?” he says.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
“Closed.”
“Good choice.”
With a final look, he leaves, closing the door behind him.
And I’ll be here, waiting for his call with bated breath.
Chapter Eight
Mr. Lennox
The womanof my dreams is ten feet away from me, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it.
I feel like an asshole just sticking her in that room, but I had to get out of there. It would have killed me to spend one second longer. I already want to fast-track our time together and skip to the part where I tell her I want her not on the other side of a wall, not through a stupid phone, butwithme.
In the meantime, I’m just glad she isn't going back to that place again.
I was wound up so tight last night that I didn’t sleep at all. I just tossed and turned. My bedroom has black-out shades, it’s calibrated to the perfect temperature, and I’ve spent a fortune to make sure I have a perfect night’s sleep every night. Then she came into my life and destroyed all of it.
My cock has been on the verge of exploding since the second I saw her. And then, bringing her to my hotel and having her sleep in a bed I selected myself, on sheets that I chose…I was going out of my mind.
I still am.
And I won’t have my head on straight until she’s here with me inmyoffice. In my home. In my bed.
But she needs to know my true intentions first. She needs to know why I want her.
It's not for some cheap phone call late at night. It isn't for my own selfish needs. I want to make her happy. I want to take care of her. She belongs in a sexy little convertible, her hair blowing in the wind, with me right there beside her.
