Virgin for Sale

Chapter 12

“I don’t like this.”

“We’re not at Cherry anymore. There’s nothing for you to like or hate. Just tell me your name.”

“It’s Faye Carter.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Faye.”

His gaze moves down my body, and I hate that I respond. I like him looking at me as if he wants to eat me.

“I can’t believe it has been six months since I last saw you. When you left me without a backward glance.”

“I really need to get to work.”

Suddenly, this job doesn’t exactly look like a good idea.

He doesn’t move.

His gaze still on me. Waiting.

My pussy is slick.

The scent of his cologne is turning me on; that and the closeness. He’s got that alpha caveman thing going on right now.

He’s so much taller than I am.

It’s almost surreal that we’ve been naked together, screwing. That he was my first.

I’ve not been with any other man, so right now, he’s still my only one and boy, did he make it hard for me to even think of getting someone to compare him to.

His cell phone rings, breaking the spell.

He doesn’t step back as he answers the call though. I watch him click a button and place the cell against his ear.

“Yes.”

I can’t make out the conversation, but he shakes his head.

“It’s all fine. No need to panic.” He listens a few minutes and then pockets his cell phone.

Both of his hands go back to the wall on either side of my head, trapping me.

“This is new,” he says. He takes a lock of my hair. It’s short, to my neck and feathered. I like the look.

Suddenly, his fingers are gripping my hair, very much like the way he did back at Cherry. The action takes me by surprise, and I drop the damn files I’ve been holding onto.

His lips are so close and the action has caused me to press my body against his. Grabbing onto his shoulders for support I cry out as his lips suck on my pulse, kissing up to my mouth.

The kiss he gives me is hard. He tightens his grip in my hair, making me cry out as he attacks my mouth, ravishing me.

It feels so good.

It shouldn’t feel like this, but the instant hit of arousal floods my panties as he presses me against the wall. His other hand goes to my hip, locking me in place, and there’s nowhere to go.

His tongue plunges inside my mouth, and I taste the coffee on his breath.

This is so wrong.

He’s the boss.

I’m a mere employee.

This is bad. So very bad.

Finally, getting some sanity and maybe a backbone, I don’t know which, I grip his shoulders and pull away.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You’re the boss.”

“And as the boss, I can do whatever I want, and I want you.”

Putting my hands on his chest, I shake my head. “I need this job.”

“That money I paid wasn’t enough for you? You need more? What will it take?”

Like a switch, I turn cold.

Jerking back out of his touch, I sink to the floor and quickly start picking up the damn files. “Could you please turn the elevator back on? I need to work.”

“Faye?”

“Please, I need this job.” I want this job. Hard work isn’t something I’ve ever shied away from.

This job, even knowing he’s here, I love it. It is filled with challenges and rewards, and everything I love.

This man, who’s just managed to wound me deeply with a few choice words, isn’t going to change that. Unless he has a cause to fire me and I am not going to let that happen.

“Angel.”

“Look, I want to keep this job, okay? I don’t want to do this with you. You had what you paid for, and can we just leave it at that?”

Seconds pass, maybe even minutes, before he finally relents. As I pick up the last of the files and stand, I feel tears glisten in my eyes. I fight them back.

Crying isn’t going to help.

In a few cutting words, he’d taken a night that I’d loved and turned it into something ugly.

I am going to have to look for another job.

No doubt about it.

There’s no way in hell I’ll work for him now.

Stepping off the elevator together, I am very much aware I am following him. That’s because these files are for him.

As he enters his office and I step through, I don’t linger as I place the files on his desk. Even as he calls my name, I just want to get out of there. Instead, I stop and glance back at him.

“This isn’t over,” he says.

With that, I leave. I can’t stay, and I need to go to the bathroom to try to compose myself.

Chapter Six

Chase

One month she’s been in my building. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

One month where I could have had her.

It’s almost too good to believe.

I demand her information through HR and wait as they find her file and send it to me. The files she was holding are on my desk for me to go through.