Page 19 of Wolf
“I won’t lie to you. I have a lot of respect for you. You’re a great guy. The best boss I could ever dream of workingfor.”
“But you’re not into me that way,” he says, anticipating what he thinks I’m about tosay.
“No, what I mean is even if I had a crush on you, our working relationship, our friendship, they mean a lot more to me than wrecking things by taking a chance on something I’ve never been goodat.”
“I see. The curse of the consummate professional,” heanswers.
“Exactly.”
“You know, I could fire you,” he jokes. “That’d take all of the pressure off of dating yourboss.”
“You’re too good a person to do that,” I remind him, and narrow my eyes athim.
He straightens up in his seat and clears his throat. “I’d better pull my head out of my ass and drop this fantasy. The truth is, I don’t want to lose you… our working relationship, I mean. You’re my bestserver.”
“Thanks, boss,” I say to him, relieved that he let things be. Then my phone goes offagain.
“You really should checkthat.”
“I will, in abit.”
I bite down on one side of my bottom lip as my mind goes over how it felt to have Thorne’s hands all over me. Jesus. I have to cross my legs to ease the throbbing deep in my pussy. I’m damp between my legs now. It’s still aching from the way he worked me over with just his fingers. I can’t stop hearing his voice like an echo in my brain, telling me he’ll fuck me until I stop fighting him. In a way, I want to stop running so he can do just that. Fuck me, claim me, and drain my resistance down tonothingness.
“What was that?” Jeff asks out of theblue.
“Sorry?”
He briefly glances over at me then faces forward, focusing on the road. “You whisperedsomething.”
Pressing my lips together tightly, I shake my head and hope he honestly didn’t hear me. “I was probably thinking outloud.”
I look out my passenger window to avoid making eye contact with Jeff. It’s so wrong sitting beside him and thinking these thoughts. Holy hell, what has Thorne done to me? I wonder if he could tell when he pushed his way inside me. No one knows this except for my best friend,Trish.
I’m a virgin of the worstkind.
Before Thorne, I’d never been touched. Not by anyone. I never let anyone close enough, not to hold my hand, not to make out with me, not even to kiss me. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, they’re the only ones to ever breach my personalspace.
Sure, the odd new guy at the club might try to cop a feel, but the regulars know that the bouncers won’t allow it. Their unsolicited physical contact doesn’t count. It doesn’t count because I don’t want those men touchingme.
With Thorne however, it’sdifferent.
I can’t stop craving him. I want him to do exactly as he’s threatenedme.
And that truth terrifiesme.
For all I know, I’ll let my guard down only to find out that he isn’t just my stalker, but also an assassin sent to finish me off when I least expect it. Like right in the middle of fucking my brains out. That’s why I’m so damn torn. I should’ve skipped town by now, but I don’t want togo.
Notyet.
I’m dying to be fucked by the man who might be mykiller.
I smile at the thought. Maybe sleeping with the enemy is athing.
“Care to share the joke?” Jeff asks as he makes it to myhouse.
“Gosh, I’m so sorry, Jeff,” I say. “It’s been a long few days. I’m stuck in my own headlately.”
He nods and puts the car in park. “I hope you know, if you ever need to talk, or need any help with anything at all, I’mhere.”
