Page 5 of Konstantin
“So…” I fold my arms over my chest. “You want to work at my club, huh?”
“It’s why I’m here.” She lets out a dry laugh.
“And you understand the sort of club it is?”
“I do. Exclusive sex club for every fantasy, catering to the uber rich and famous.”
“That is correct.” I beckon her with a finger. “Come closer.”
She takes a step toward me, then another, a teasing smile on her face. Every muscle in my body tenses, wanting to grab her and take her bent over my desk.
The image won’t leave me, and my fists curl over my thighs. If she rounds my desk, she will see how hard I’ve become at the mere sight of her. I cannot imagine what it will feel like once those clothes are gone and she’s bare for me.
When she’s only a few inches away from my desk, I look up at her tempting gaze. “You think a girl like you can handle working for a place like mine?”
“I’m not a girl. I’m twenty-six, old man.”
My teeth gnaw. That sexy smirk she’s wearing, that tone, makes me want to put her over my knee, tied up and at my mercy.
It will happen, Ms. Monroe. You just keep talking and see how far you can push me.
“I may be nineteen years older, but I promise, one night with me and you won’t remember why you ever wasted your time on vanilla when there are far better flavors to try.”
“Always so sure of yourself, huh?”
“It isn’t merely confidence; it’s a fact.” I push my chair back and turn toward her. “Come here, little girl.”
She doesn’t hesitate, coming to stand right by my knees.
“Closer.” My thighs spread to welcome her home.
When she glances at my obvious straining hard-on, her mouth curves. Devious woman.
My God, I want her. Want to possess her. Own her. Carve my name on her perfect skin. She’s not fazed by me, and it only makes me want her that much more.
My finger hooks into the strap of her dress, and she flinches, grabbing my wrist.
“What the hell are you doing?” A flash of irritation settles in her brows.
Her touch sears into me—a brand I want poisoning my flesh, rotting through my bones, fused with her infectiousness.
I let out a wry laugh. “Inspecting my merchandise. Now drop your arms, malyshka.”
Her jaw tenses, and the fact that she doesn’t want to only makes me need it more.
My little temptress doesn’t realize who I truly am, does she? But she will soon enough.
She does what I ordered, lowering her arms, and with my gaze locked on hers, I pull both straps down, exposing her perfect breasts, firm and more than a handful. Those pink pebbled nipples are like an invitation, daring me to come in for a taste, but that’s not what this is.
If she wants to work at my club, she has to be comfortable doing just about anything and with anyone.
She glances away from me, chest rising and falling with sharp breaths she attempts to control.
“Look at me.” My voice is gruff with arousal as I fight with everything in me not to take what I want.
Her eyes narrow when they lock with mine.
“We can stop right here if you wish, or…” I start to pull the dress past her chest, and her face strains.
