Page 14 of A Merry Invitation
So, it was no surprise that after he locked the door and turned back to face her, that her pussy pulsated and her heart thumped just a little faster than it had prior to his arrival. He wore a navy-blue suit, his button-up crisp and white just like the ones he always wore to the nightclub. His tie was navy as well with a faint white stripe pattern. His suits had to be custom-made, that’s the only way they could fit so well over what she now knew for certain were thick sculpted biceps, chiseled abs and chest. It wasn’t too tight, nor too loose, just…perfect. And the way he walked, shit. She sucked in a breath and resisted the urge to lick her lips, squeeze her thighs tightly together or just say fuck it and jump on his ass.
“Did you and Titus arrange this meeting so you could do some kind of menage on me?” The question fell from her lips before she could think of a better way to phrase it. Her candor could be considered a strong or disconcerting part of her personality.
His brow furrowed and then his lips drew into a frown before he said, “What? No. You asked me that already and I told you I don’t share.”
Those last words were said with so much passion and possessiveness, it made her feel…something. Had he spoken those words like that when she asked this question the last time? She couldn’t recall. But as for right this moment, his tone and the way he was glaring at her said he was dead serious.
“Well, I’m sure you’re saying you don’t share your girlfriends or wife, or whatever. But a one night—”
He was right in her face now, those intense almond brown eyes bearing down on her as he was easily over six feet tall and she was only five feet six inches, probably five eight in the black platform booties she wore with black denim jeggings and a pale blue sweater.
“I’m not sharing you, Willow. Is that clear enough for you?”
Well, that certainly ruined her panties.
“Then, I don’t understand,” she said, her tone noticeably softer than it had been before he’d sort of claimed her. Only, that was totally ridiculous because she wasn’t trying to be claimed by any man. “First, I get a call from my agent that after three days, Titus finally wants to meet. But Michaela’s already back in the States where she lives so now, I have to take the meeting alone. Which is fine, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, I knew how to handle it.”
He didn’t step back from her and she hadn’t wanted to move away from him. Something about being this close to him again after Christmas and all those weeks of staring at him from afar, made the moments of closeness more cherished. Especially since she hadn’t thought she’d be this close to him again.
“I’m sure you can handle anything that comes your way,” he said, his tone softer now too. Still deep and sexy as hell, but softer so that it sounded like it had when he’d been telling her how good she felt as he’d sank inside of her.
It didn’t help her attempts at concentration that he’d lifted a finger to trace along the line of her jaw. “So, your agent set up the meeting? Did she tell you to come here?”
She swallowed and told her body not to react to his touch. At least not before she could get some answers about this totally bizarre situation.
“No, I told her it was fine to give Titus my number and he called me immediately to set up a time for him to pick me up. We came here and he sat me in that room, told me he’d be right back and we could get started.” She shrugged. “Then you showed up.”
Unexpected and sexy as hell.
“Why did you show up? How did you know I was going to be here?” And, as if it had just occurred to her to ask, “Where is here?”
She’d looked around this room that he’d left her in and found nothing that said where she was. As far as she’d seen, it was just an office with a very expensive dark oak desk, two matching credenzas on either side of the room, a black leather chair, and cushioned guest chairs with the same crimson velour that was on the pillows of the black leather couch at the back of the space. Plush carpet, no art on the dark cranberry papered walls and no pictures to even let her know whose office she was in.
When Slay stepped back from her this time and walked around her without answering her question, she turned immediately to follow his movements. She wasn’t as shocked as she suspected she should’ve been to see him walk around that massive desk and take a seat in the leather chair.
“Is this your office?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
This space was just as cool and aloof as the man. It gave nothing away and neither did Slay. Except for lust. That’s the one message she’d gotten loud and clear from him. The one thing she suspected they had in common. Which was all the more reason she couldn’t get hyped about this man claiming her. If she were looking for a future with someone, Slay wouldn’t be it.
“You won’t have to worry about Titus again,” Slay said as he sat down. “Have a seat,” he continued when she only stood staring at him.
She took the seat because she had more questions and didn’t plan on leaving until she received answers, despite his recent attempt to ignore them. When she was seated, she lifted one leg over the other and dropped her hands to her lap. “What are you talking about? Titus wants to sign me to his label.”
He’d been reaching for the tablet on the edge of his desk when his eyes shot up at her. “You haven’t signed a contract yet?”
“No,” she replied, her nose crinkling at his question. “I told you this was our first meeting and besides, I wouldn’t sign a contract without my agent checking it out first. Now, I’d like an answer to my question.”
He returned his attention back to the tablet. “Which question is that?”
She was certain he knew exactly which question she was referring too, but she repeated it anyway. “Is this your office?” Of course, it felt a little silly asking that now that he was sitting behind the desk like he owned the place, but still, she wanted to hear his response.
“It is,” he said without looking at her.
“And why would Titus bring me to your job if the two of you didn’t plan this?”
He looked up at her again and after a few seconds sat back in his chair, running a finger over his jaw in the same way he’d done to her just moments ago. “You keep asking me that? Do you really think if I wanted to watch you have sex with another man, that I wouldn’t have just said that to you the other night? Titus was at the party, so if I planned for us to take you together, why wouldn’t I have done it then?”
That made sense so she didn’t have a ready answer.
