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Each reaction makes me feel like a motherfucking king. Like her god.
“Yes.”
“Yes what, Ms. Armas?”
“You can have them all.” Her tone is sweet yet sultry.My perfection.
“Good girl.” An incredulous cough comes from her brother, but I pay him no heed and grab three pastries, placing them atop one of the two small plates found on the left corner of the large tray. “I’ll reward my new secretary with her favorite lunch today.”
“Okay.” Still in a little bit of a trance, she answers, but then snaps out of it when her brother nudges her arm. The push isn’t subtle and her beautiful eyes snap to him, narrowing while the other Armas sibling picks up a Cuban meat-filled turnover this time. “Rude, Lionel.”
“That’s what big brothers are for.”
“To be a pain in the ass?”
“To help you not—”
“Leave my employee alone, Armas. She’s a busy woman with a new title and a demanding boss breathing down her neck.” I add in a wink at the end, my gaze always on her, and I’m glad because I catch the quick flash of annoyance in her features. The slight tightening of her eyes disappears on her next blink. “Rebel, what—”
“What do you mean she has a new title?” Lionel’s tone is also off, drier than a moment ago as he cuts me off.
Breathing in deep, I let the interruption go. Remind myself that he can be an idiot at times. “She’s my new assistant.”
“What happened to Beverly? Are you finally sending her…” Her brother trails off at the look I give him, choosing to zip it and not incur my anger. I’ve given a lot of concessions to this family when it comes to her—I’ve been patient and know that putting a bullet into his head would devastate her—but I’ll never accept anyone questioning my reasoning outside of Liliana.
If she asks, I’ll gladly explain.
If she refuses, I’ll just have to convince her.
“Problem with that?”
“Wait. You were serious?” We speak in unison, but it’s the change in her tone I’m focused on. Her words are concise but low, yet to me, it’s as if she’s screamed them from the top of her lungs.
She isn’t happy with me. No, baby.
Pushing my chair back, I walk around to where the siblings sit and take ahold of her wrist. She gives me a perplexed look but doesn’t pull away, nor does she stop me when I tug her out of the room.
Her brother does call my name, but I pay him no mind.
Anything outside of her complete contentment is unacceptable.
I’m firm in my strides but careful enough that she never teeters in those ridiculously sexy heels. Heels that make her legs seem longer, wrap around her dainty feet in a sinful way and make me want to feel the metal dig into my skin. I want to fuck her for the first time, take her virginity while she wears them.
First. Second. A full night of those spikes and leather rubbing against my sides and back.
Soon. Just a little longer.
Not stopping until we reach her light and feminine office, I bring us inside and quickly shut the door. It closes with a gentle thud, nothing more than a low sound a second before her back meets the sleek, white acrylic panel a second later.
I’m towering over her as my chest expands on a ragged breath. I’m taking her in from this position, fighting back the desire to taste her as she waits for an explanation.
On why I brought us here. On why I need her as my secretary. Or maybe she thinks I’ll demand her compliance as I do with everyone else at this company, but never with her.
She has no idea she controls me.
We’re not touching outside of my grip on her wrist, and even that, I keep gentle while sweeping my thumb across her pulse point. “Talk to me, rebel. What’s wrong?”
“I can’t be your secretary, Micah,” she answers quickly, her doe-eyes looking at me with nothing but trust in them. There’s also a bit of heat, her own desires coming through. It’s there in the way she catches her lip between her teeth, how her chest rises and falls with each deep breath, and how those mouthwatering nipples tighten as they press against the thin fabric of her blouse. “It’s not what we agreed upon.”