Little Black Book(28)

The mere fucking sight of her nearly made me want to push her up against the wall and fuck five orgasms out of her.

“Come here,” I commanded. She moved slowly to stand in front of me. “Turn around.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but I flashed her a look and her mouth shut with a snap.

Telling her to turn around was a very fucking bad idea on my part. I had to control the urge to bend her over the chair.

“I’m here. Are you going to tell me what I need to do now?”

“For now, you’re my assistant. You’re going to caterer to my every want, my every… need.” I ran the backs of my fingers over her exposed ass cheek and she let out a small gasp.

Taking a step forward, I slipped my hand between her silky thighs and she moaned.

“Sebastian.”

Twisting my hands, I pinched her clit, and she cried out.

“Mr. Black,” I corrected her. “When you’re in this outfit... I’m Mr. Black.”

I could see her shoulders tightening up.

“You made your choice, Jessica, and if you let yourself, you’ll enjoy our arrangement quite nicely.”

“Before or after you groom me?”

I flipped her around and leaned forward. “Before, during, and after. I promise you, sweetheart.”

A flame of arousal danced inside of her eyes and I knew I had her.

“Follow me.” I strode over to my chair and sat down.

She was hesitant, but she made her way around my desk until she was standing next to me. As much as her innocence was a turn on for me, I wanted to see the seductive side of her.

“In order to please me, you need to know what I like.”

She swallowed. “What do you like?”

Grabbing her roughly by the hips, I pulled her directly in front of me and pushed her legs open, fitting my thighs between them. She gripped the edge of the desk.

“I like to look,” I said, lifting my eyes toward her.

I knew the instant she understood what I meant. She almost looked ready to flee, but there was that spark again.

“Show me.”

She slowly lifted herself onto my desk, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. I didn’t look away from her as she opened her legs, putting a foot on either side of my chair.

“Do you like what you see, Mr. Black?” She asked tentatively.

My eyes dropped and I groaned to myself, I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in the softness between her legs.

“Yes, I do. Very much. Do you know what else I like?”

“What?”

Meeting her stare again, “My coffee. Black.”





Ten

Rosslyn





The next morning I woke with the sun. A coffee in hand, I stood at the massive set of windows and watched the world come alive. Memories from the night before and how I’d spent it filing papers and doing secretary work in the smallest clothes known to man, made me laugh. I should have been mad, but I couldn’t help it. Sebastian really was a crazy freak, and I guess I was one, too, because I was kind of enjoying our little games.

An hour later, I walked Kyle to the lobby where we were met by Mr. Martin. When I got back to the room, I cried in the shower. It was the strangest thing to cry when things were sort of looking up, but I cried for Kyle, for Gran, for my parents—I sobbed loudly over life in general, which was so unbalanced. Things could change at the drop of a hat. Thanks to Sebastian, life was getting easier—more confusing, but easier.

Then again, Sebastian was just another thing in my life that wasn’t permanent. Not to mention, he was all over the place. I wasn’t sure I understood him, but I knew I’d gotten myself mixed into something crazy. After a life that was pretty boring and spent taking care of others, maybe crazy was what I needed.

When I was done, I turned off the shower, pulled back the curtain, only to find new clothes and a thick luxurious towel waiting in the bathroom for me.

Quickly, I dried my body and instead of dressing in the clothes, I threw the complimentary robe on. I didn’t know who was in the room with me, but I wasn’t going to sit around in the bathroom scared to find out.

I crept into the living space of the hotel and found Sebastian. He’d forgone his typical suit for a pair of jeans and a collar shirt that clung to his thick chest and arms. He was standing in the middle of the room, slinging a set of keys around his finger. Staring at the view of the city, his hair was messy and held a pair of sunglasses. He looked delicious.

Once he realized I was staring at him, he turned his gorgeous blue eyes on me.

The air left my body. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

The side of his mouth lifted, showing off his sexy set of dimples. “The room’s in my name and I paid for it.”