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“I don’t really see how this is your…” I start, not really wanting to give him all of my personal issues that he’ll just use against me to say that I’m immature and unprepared.
“Youare my business. Now talk,” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest.
I can’t even process what he’s just said to me because I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with his attitude. “You want to know?Fine. I was naïve and trusted Lucas to book a vacation for us because I was finally going to get a stamp on my passport to anywhere but Montana and instead he blew it gambling. And then he emptied my savings account, trying to make the money back that he lost.” I feel angry tears threatening to fall, but I blink them back because I will not humiliate myself any further. “Are you happy? You were proved right. I’m an unprepared screw up. Please leave so I can get dressed and go beg for my job back that you got me fired from so I can get out of your house.”
“I told you that you’re not working there anymore.” Silas’s tone is final, and I realize he must be using his boardroom voice on me. I push up on my knees, letting him see my shirt, but his eyes immediately go to my black lacy thong. He drags his gaze up from the thin material covering my pussy to focus on the Flesh & Fiddle t-shirt. I expect him to bark out more orders, but I’m not prepared for him to grip the collar of my shirt with both hands and rip the fabric in one swoop.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I grab onto his shoulders, so I don’t fall over on the bed, but that just gives him more leverage to remove my shirt all the way. His eyes seer into my skin, taking in my pink-tipped breasts before moving back up to meet my gaze.
“You’ll work for me.”
“Like fuck I will, give me that.” I reach for my shredded top like an idiot because it’s not like it’s wearable any longer. I watch as Silas backs up, tucking my shirt into the pocket of his slacks, his eyes sweeping down my body with a heat that I’ve never seen in a man before.
“Get dressed. We’re going to be late.” The husky tone in his voice makes my pussy clench with need. I remember how he felt last night, and no matter how angry he makes me or the fact that he’s technically family, I can’t forget.
I don’t try to cover myself any longer. Instead, I stand up and walk toward the dresser I’ve tucked some of my nicer clothes in, giving him a view of my ass. If he wants to play games, I can play them too. I’ve done my best to stay out of his way and try to piece back the shreds of a life Lucas left me with. I call without looking over my shoulder in the sweetest voice I can muster, “Sure thing, Uncle Silas. Anything for you.”
“Fuck,” Silas lets out a curse under his breath and quietly lets himself out of my room, clicking the door closed behind him.
My new job is going to be very interesting.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SILAS
Icanadmitthatbringing Zoey into the office and sticking her at the desk outside of my door is not my brightest idea. The goal was to keep distance and I’ve just shot that to hell. I can feel the anger still coursing through my veins from the admission in her bedroom about the get-rich-quick fuckboy she found herself entangled with. If I had known it was him on the phone and the extent of how he had fucked her over… well let’s just say the threat of breaking each and every finger he has would have seemed like I was asking him over for a beer.
Realistically, I know I could have put her somewhere else in the building, but the thought of her being out of my sight causes a sense of panic. Not only does the stubborn fucking woman not listen, but clearly she’s easily swayed by pretty boys and pretty words, neither of which will be happening on my watch. She’s sure as fuck never allowed to step foot into Flesh & Fiddle again.
I hear a knock on my door and Zoey calls out, “Hey Uncle Silas, can you maybe explain to me what I’m supposed to be doing?” I stalk to the door and yank it open, grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside.
“Don’t fucking call me that. Jesus, that’s the last thing I need getting around the building.” I shut the door behind us because considering the mouth on this one, I never know what she’s gonna let loose.
“Oh heaven forbid your employees find out you kidnapped and dragged your niece to work for you, and all the while you can't stop eye fucking her.” The saccharine voice she holds, along with the smirk on her face, has my head thumping, and I can feel a migraine approaching. What the hell did I do in life to deserve the karma that is Zoey Harris?
“Zoey, you just graduated from college. I sincerely hope you can figure out what the fuck a receptionist does. Answer the phones, take messages, and leave me alone so I can figure out what exactly I am doing here. I know you think I have every minute detail of life planned out, but I don’t.” I utter before turning my back to her and walking back to my desk. I sit down and put my head in my hands, pinching the bridge of my nose because that headache is throbbing behind my eyes.
Zoey sighs before I hear her footsteps approach. “Silas, you know before? When you said you had particular tastes? Just what did you mean?”
I can’t handle this right now. “Just drop it, Zoey. I shouldn’t have said that to you, and I’m not telling you. It will do neither of us good and it’s better if you forget about everything inappropriate that has happened between us.”
“There is no way I can just forget. You don’t understand… I’ve never felt like that before. Lucas just kind of jackhammer—” I slam my hands down on my desk, interrupting her because I don’t want to think about some frat boy fucking her.
“Zoey, if you don’t want me to lose my mind and go find dear old Lucas and burn his fingerprints off for touching you, then kindly… Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
“Okay I won’t bring him up again, if you tell me what you’re into? Pretty please?” She’s pouting and fuck if it isn’t cute.
“Considering I don’t think you are going to let this go, I will tell you.” I get up from my desk and move around until I’m leaning against the wood with my legs splayed just enough that if she stepped just a few more feet, she'd be directly between them.
“My tastes run a little more peculiar than the vanilla two-pump sex you’ve had with the frat boy. My need to be in control in business extends over into the bedroom also, do you understand?” I pause and let her respond, “So like submissive stuff?”
“No. I don’t practice within the lifestyle although I have plenty of friends that do. My college buddy Evander and his wife own a kink website and I’ve gone to get togethers at their home and met many people. I need to be the one calling the shots, the one making sure my partner reaches their orgasm… preferably before me.” I’m not ashamed of what I’m into, but I wait to see if this appeases her curiosity.
“There’s something you’re holding back, what is it Uncle?” I can’t handle her calling me uncle anymore and I tug her toward me until her body is flush against mine and she can feel the bulge in my dress pants.
“You’re a fucking siren. Constantly tempting men without even trying. My thing is breeding, and before you let your mind go wild. No, I don’t have any children and I’m not out here looking to have children. It’s more of a mental sexual thing. Indulging in the act, imagining it, setting the entire scenario. Coming deep into a pussy and watching myself leak out. It fucking turns me on like nothing else.” I finally divulge my sexual taste and I hope it’s enough to scare her away.
“And if I said I still wanted to fuck you Uncle Silas? I already know you want to fuck me. I can feel it.” I grab her face in my hand and bring it close to my own.
