Page 30 of Tempting Kat
I watch as her legs appear through the opening, today clad in fishnet stockings beneath a short black skirt that barely covers her ass. My mouth goes dry at the sight.
“I told you to wear the shorts again,” I say, keeping my voice neutral despite the fire raging through my veins.
“And I decided I didn't feel like it.” She shifts, crossing one ankle over the other. “What are you going to do, fire me?”
I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “I could.”
“But you won't.” There's a smugness in her voice that makes my cock throb painfully. “You want me too much.”
“Don't test me, kitten.” I keep my voice dangerously soft. “You have no idea what I'm capable of.”
“Ooh, scary,” she mocks, but I can hear the slight hitch in her breath. “What's on the agenda tonight? More leg massages?”
“What do you want?” I ask, keeping my voice deliberately neutral.
She lets out a sharp laugh. “Oh, I get a choice? That's surprising. I figured for the money you're paying me I'm supposed to shut up and look pretty.”
I lean forward; my eyes fixed on those fishnet-covered legs. “You'd never do that. And I'd never ask you to.” The thought of Katarina silent and docile is as wrong as water flowing uphill. “Now tell me what you want, Katarina.”
The intercom goes silent. I can almost picture her on the other side, those full lips pressed together as she considers her answer. The seconds stretch into minutes, the only sound in the room is my own measured breathing.
Finally, her voice comes through, softer than before. “I want to know who you are.”
I run my thumb along my lower lip, considering her request. “Will it change anything?”
Another pause. “No.” Then, “Yes.” She sighs. “I don't know.”
“Hmm.” I let the sound hang between us, noncommittal. “I'm the man who’s going to own every inch of you. Isn't that enough?”
“Wow, humble much?” She shifts her legs, uncrossing and recrossing them. “That tells me exactly nothing.”
I watch the movement of her thighs, the way the fishnets stretch across her skin. “I own multiple businesses across four continents. I have more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes. I have one daughter. I collect rare wines, vintage cars, and now, apparently, mouthy bartenders with an attitude problem.”
“I'm not a fucking collectible,” she snaps, but there's a breathiness to her voice that betrays her interest.
“Everything is collectible for the right price, kitten.”
“So that's it? You're just some rich asshole who gets off on buying people?”
I chuckle, the sound dark even to my own ears. “I don't buy people, Katarina. I invest in experiences. And you're the most intriguing experience I've encountered in a very long time.”
Her legs shift again, and I notice the subtle press of her thighs together. She's turned on by this, whether she wants to admit it or not.
“Let me make a proposal,” I say, leaning forward until my face is just inches from her legs. “Have tonight with me. Just tonight. And afterward, if you want to know who I am, then you can.”
Her legs shift again, thighs pressing together. “Fine. Deal.”
“Good girl.” I let the praise hang between us for a moment. “That's really what you want, isn't it? To put a face to the man you've been thinking about while you fuck that tight cunt of yours?”
The intercom goes silent for several heartbeats, and I wonder if I've pushed too far too fast. Then her voice comes through, breathier than before.
“Yes.”
That single word sends blood rushing to my cock. I step closer to the wall, close enough that if I reached out, I could run my fingers up her thigh.
“You want to know whose tongue and dick you've been imagining while you get yourself off,” I continue, watching her legs tremble slightly. “The thrill of this—the anonymity—turns you on. But you're a stubborn, nosy little kitten who needs to know who's making you cum.”
“Fuck,” she whispers, the sound barely audible through the intercom.
