Page 21 of Mafia Captor

I reach Tess’s office, but her door is closed, a man with massive shoulders and a shaved head blocking the entrance. His hands are folded neatly in front of his blue suit jacket.

Curious.

“Hello, can I help you?” I ask.

“Ashley, come with me.” Without waiting for my response, he turns on his heel, leading me down the hallway.

“Oookay. But where’s Tess?” My heart thumps against my ribs. How late am I? Am I being fired? He’s a good two feet taller than me and I have to hoof it to keep up with him. I toss my coffee cup in a trash can as we pass by. I don’t think my racing heart can use any more caffeine right now.

He doesn’t answer me. He’s taking me down a hall I’ve never been down. One that wasn’t included in my welcome tour the first day of work. It’s darker back here, away from the big sunny windows overlooking the city, the leafy green office plants. Where are we going? I can’t take the suspense.

“Um. Sir?”

His pace doesn’t slow a bit. He gives a grunt in response.

“Can you tell me where we’re going?”

He stops in front of an ominous-looking black door. “We’re here.” His hand goes to the handle, swinging the door open with a determined push.

I step into the room.

It’s an office with dark wood walls, navy carpet, and a massive desk in the center of the room.

And behind that desk… sits…

Boston Bachman.

My heart goes into my throat. He can’t be here. He’s in Boston. I’ve never even seen him at Bachman Enterprises before. I blink twice, expecting him to be gone when I open my eyes.

Still there.

Still gorgeous.

He’s wearing black, as always. Looking panty-melting fine, as always. The tattoo on his face moves as he narrows his brow. He clenches his locked jaw. A slow, predator-like grin spreads over his perfectly shaped lips. His dark eyes burn with a look that makes my knees go weak. He stares at me like I’m back in his secret room, in his arms, his mouth hot against my neck with his burning kisses.

“What,” I say with a shaky breath, “are you doing here?”

“That’s not a polite way to greet your new boss.” He stands from his seat, tossing a gaze to the watch at his wrist. “Especially considering you’re late.”

The door closes behind me with a thump, making me startle. Did he sayboss? “My what?”

“Your boss.” He leans his ass on the front edge of the desk, crossing his svelte arms over his chest. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Meet me?” The man’s had me. All over. Prickly heat dances over my shoulders blades. My red cotton dress now seems too thin, too short, too red.

“You know, you look kinda familiar. Do I know you from anywhere?” He stands, walking toward me, making the heat turn to flames with his closeness. “Have I met you before?”

He circles me, eyes roving over every inch of my body. I hate the power he has over my body. It responds to him, nipples growing tight, pussy throbbing in time with my pounding heart. My knees are like jelly, my painted red lips parting, wanting his tongue between them.

I need to take control of the situation before things get out of hand and I’m panting, begging him to take me. Me and him? That canNOT happen again.

This thing he’s doing to me, circling me like I’m a piece of meat, teasing me, tempting me, I have to end it. I’m at work, for goodness’ sake. And Tess is my boss. Not Boston.

I do the thing that comes naturally to me. Throw my hand on my hip and straighten my spine to try to look taller and bigger. It’s a stance I learned when trying to wrangle my little brother growing up. I call it my big sister stance. The commanding tone comes easily as well.

“You don’t work here. You don’t have an office here.” I glance around, noticing there’s nothing in this room but a desk. “You made all this up.”

“It was fun. I know you’re all proper, so I thought you’d like me to have an office when I introduced myself to you.”

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