Bang (A Club Deep Story)(34)

     



 

"I need this job," I repeat. "I'll do anything to keep it. Please." My  fingers are white from pressure as I push down on his desk, leaning over  it. "Please, Kodiche."

His gaze turns curious. "You should really think about that before you  make this offer, Vivian," he whispers. There's a warning rumble of a  threat to his voice, and I don't know what it means, but if there's a  chance to keep my job, I have to take it.

"I'm serious. I'll do anything."

His smirk is playful when it comes, and his lips shape the words  carefully as he replies, "People better than you have begged much more  elegantly."

"I don't . . . How can I prove that I deserve this job?" The way he's  acting is creating goosebumps up my arms. I think it's nerves, but the  longer I stand near him, watching his soft lips in their perfect smirk,  the more I think the ripples in my belly are turning into something  sinful. Is my boss actually flirting with me?

"Listen better; that's a start."

Oh, shit. He is flirting. I think over all his words, lingering on how  he'd mentioned begging. He wants me to do it elegantly... and I can  sense there's something growing between us in this moment. It's a dark  tension that clenches at my heart; it makes my knees weak, and that  makes what I do next more natural, though not at all easy.

Going around his desk, I drop down on my knees beside his chair. He's  not facing me, which I'm grateful for. My face is already burning red, I  don't need his open thighs level with my scrunched up mouth.

Hanging my head, I take a single, deep breath. He hasn't started  laughing at me; that's how I know this is what he wants from me.  "Please, Mr. Lamant. I'm begging you, let me keep my job."

The squeak of his chair is my only warning before he spins to face me,  his legs splayed out to either side. My eyes flick up; I'm inches away  from the front of his pants. I don't know if it's worse to be staring at  his hidden cock, or up at his mysterious expression.

I dare to look up, just once, because I need to know what he's thinking.  But behind his richly dark eyes there's nothing but hunger. My boss is  radiating with a wicked energy, like he's some ancient king ready to  swoop down on me and take what he wants.

His silence gives him power. He's waiting for me to push this game further, leaving it to me.

Swallowing, I force myself to keep looking in his eyes. "I'm ready to do  whatever you need me to. I'll be a model employee, if you'll just give  me the chance. Please," I beg. My fingers fumble with my skirt hem,  fidgeting as I try to come up with more to say, more to plead my case.

He leans forward, one elbow bracing him on his desk. With the windows  behind him showing our city's skyline, his handsome face is cast in  shadow. I'm sure he's enjoying this. What's worrying me more is how much  I'm starting to, as well.

I see his long fingers flex above me. My body throbs with tendrils of  want. He's never looked at me this way; even my dirty nights of  fantasizing while I touched myself couldn't have visualized the truth of  his dominance. "Please." I don't know what I'm asking him for, not at  this point, but when he reaches for me, I think he does.

His hand is hot as it cups my chin, and I'm held captive by the light  touch. We both freeze; I can feel him silently daring me to get up and  walk away before we go too far. We need to snap out of this, to stop  this staring match as the embers in his eyes threaten to burn me.

It doesn't feel weird anymore, kneeling at his feet. With his hand on my  chin, the approving passion in his eyes, I can do anything he asks.

"You have one chance, Vivian." He's smirking at me as he speaks, knowing  how he affects me. "You're going to come to my house tomorrow. You have  seven days to prove you can listen to and obey your boss. If you  succeed, you stay. If you fail . . ." He trails off with a thoughtful  look. "Well, if you fail, you'll be fired with no recourse. Today's  actions would have anyone less-deserving fired without a second chance."

His thumb sweeps up over my chin and brushes across my lips, tickling in  the best of ways. I can feel it everywhere. I know my boss shouldn't be  touching me, especially when we're in his office. Why is this so damn  hot?         

     



 

"Until tomorrow, Vivian. Make sure your desk is tidied up and all  personal effects you wouldn't want someone else touching are taken home.  We'll have a temp working while you're relearning how to be a proper  assistant to me."

I'm still kneeling when he gets up and leaves, and it takes me a good  five minutes to find the strength to stand. My shaky knees have little  to do with my fear and all to do with the arousal making itself known.

Did that really just happen? Am I actually going to go through with  whatever he has planned for me? It's crazy and stupid and I know I  should rethink this (probably check myself into a mental ward while I'm  at it) but as I grab my things from my desk minutes later, I know I'm  going to see my boss tomorrow morning at his house.