Arrogant Playboy(161)
She pulls in a slow drag of a breath.
“Are you a virgin, Bellamy?”
“That’s a personal question.” Her response comes without pause.
“It’s a relevant question, and your job offer is contingent upon the answer.”
“No.”
“No, what?”
Her arms cross tight along her chest. “No, I’m not a virgin.”
“Well, then, I think you’ll do just fine here. After all, it’s just sex.”
Her face tilts slightly, just enough that the sun peeking in from the clouds outside my window illuminate the delicate angles of her face. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. Obstinate as hell but exquisite in every other way.
I envy the man who enjoyed her first.
“Fine,” she says. “I’ll accept the position.”
A slow, half-smile claims my lips. Getting what I want never gets old.
“Would you like a preview?” I propose. “A sample, if you will?”
Her eyes close softly, and she nods. I take her hand, squeezing it securely as it trembles in my palm. I lead her to a closet in the back of my office, pulling the door open to reveal a set of fur-lined cuffs attached to the back of the door. With one hand gripping her wrist, I lift her arm up to the restraint and secure it. As soon as her second hand is restrained, I back away and admire my work.
“How does it feel, Angel?” That’s going to be her nickname. It suits her well. A girl with the face of a saint but the body of a sinner should wear no other name.
Her chest heaves as she swallows deep breaths, one after another. “Different.”
I step closer, our eyes locked tight as I breathe in her clean scent. My hand finds the band of her waist-cinching pencil skirt, and I tug her shirt out in one quick pull. With my fingers working the buttons with slow intention, I lean in and graze my mouth just above hers, not gifting her with a real kiss just yet.
Her eyes wince and then relax before closing completely. She breathes me in, exchanging the air between us along with our power.
Before she has a chance to anticipate my next move, I press my mouth into the flesh of her neck, tasting her sweetness and working my way down to the spot just below her collarbone. Her flesh slips between my teeth as I suck and bite, my cock throbbing each time she squirms against the back of the door.
If this gets her going, she hasn’t seen anything yet.
Without warning, I step away, and her eyes flash with a wild intensity.
“Why’d you stop?” she breaths.
“I told you. It was a sample.”
“So you just like to tie women up and kiss and touch them?”
My face cocks as I rake my hand along my jaw. “I’m not a pervert, Bellamy. When you put it that way…you make it sound…”
“What’s in this for you?”
“Do you really need to understand what I get out of this?”
“Untie me.”
I shoot her a scolding glance. “You should address me as Master, and you should ask me politely.”
Her lips wiggle and dance. Perhaps it’s her nerves, but this isn’t the time or the place for humor.
“It’s not funny, Bellamy. This isn’t meant to be cute. If you’re not capable of taking this seriously, then clearly you’re not what I need.”
“Please untie me, Master.”
My cock pulses. I lunge for her restraints and slip them off her wrists before shutting the closet door and turning to face her. “You’ll work Monday thorough Friday, my schedule, and you’ll need to be available during nights and weekends, whatever suits my whims and urges.”
“Nights and weekends?”
“Is that going to be a problem?”
She glances out the window behind me, deep in thought for a moment. “I’ll figure out a way to make it work.”
“You’re unmarried, correct? No children?”
“Right. None of…that.”
She speaks as if those things repulse her, which is perfect. I’m not marriage material, and I am certainly not a family man. The last thing I need is a woman believing for two seconds that she can mold me into what she wants, that she’ll be the one to change me.
That’s not how I work.
“Excellent.” My phone rings, likely my nine A.M. conference call with my half-brother, Beckham. “We’ll hammer out the rest of the details later. For now, you’ll need to head down to Laurie in H.R. to complete your hiring packet.”
“Will I have an office? Or will I just be in here, with you?” Her naivety is almost endearing.
“Your office will be right next door. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I grab the receiver off my desk and take a seat, watching the way her hips sway as she walks out the door. I’d give anything to hang up this phone and grab a handful of her curved ass in my hand.