“Yes, your mouth was one of the reasons I wanted you, Sorcha.”
She didn’t know what to say to that. On one hand she wanted to be furious that he had the gall to pry into her life. But on the other hand she was so aroused just being in his presence that it was hard to think straight.
She had decided against a bra with her dress, and right now she was regretting the hell out of that decision, especially when she knew her nipples were hard. Rian confirmed that when he lowered his gaze to her chest, stared at her for a second, and then looked at her face again.
“Are you cold or aroused, Sorcha?” He leaned forward, and his warm breath that smelled faintly of the wine they were drinking bathed her face.
A small shiver worked through her, and she opened her mouth, not knowing what she would say.
“I’d say you’re aroused, Sorcha. I bet your pussy is all nice and wet for me, isn’t it.” Again, he didn’t state it like a question, and in fact sounded like he was speaking to himself. When she didn’t respond he leaned back slowly, and the chair creaked under his weight. He was a big man, but not bulky like a body builder. He was tall and lean, with hard muscle packed on. He was like a swimmer, a sexy, apathetic, swimming god. This man knew exactly what he did to the female population. He knew exactly what he was doing to her by the way the corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky fucking smile.
Clearing her throat, she took another drink.
“You have anything you want to ask me before we take things into the bedroom?”
Her heart started to beat so hard and fast that she actually reached out and held onto the edge of the table. She needed her hard veneer back in place, needed to show him that she would not put up with his arrogant bullshit. And she needed to set her own rules so he knew where she stood. “What exactly are your plans tonight?”
“Does it really matter what I want or plan on doing as long as no harm comes to you? You signed the contract, so the specifics do not need to be spelled out.” He leaned forward again and covered her hand with his. “I can guarantee that your wet little cunt will be soaking by the time I’m done with you, and that you’ll be so sore between your thighs you won’t be able to walk comfortably tomorrow.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “You’re a sadistic bastard.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud, and hadn’t even said it with malice or disgust. Sorcha heard the desire in her voice and felt her face heat.
“I never claimed to be anything else, and I know you didn’t expect a bed full of fucking roses.” He said it with such a straight face, with a voice as hard and cold as the granite lining his apartment, that she gritted her teeth. She loved to hate him, that was for damn sure.
“Now, what I can do for you is have a bath drawn so you can clean off, and then after that.” He flashed this straight, white toothed grin at her, but it reminded her of a wolf about to attack an innocent lamb. “After that, Sorcha, you’re all mine.” He stood and put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “Enjoy the fruit and whipped cream. I know I will enjoy licking it off your body before our time is up.” He turned and left her alone, and all she could do was sit there and stare at the whipped cream that was a few inches from her. She imagined exactly where he would spread the white, fluffy topping on her body. She crossed and uncrossed her legs about a hundred times thinking about that, and then when he finally came back and escorted her to the bedroom, she had to force herself to walk straight. Yeah, this was going to prove to be one interesting week, especially when she felt her resistance crumbling already.
Chapter Nine
Rian gave her half an hour to bathe, and that was being generous. He could have watched her wash herself, run that sponge along her curves, her breasts, and between her legs, but he’d give her this moment of privacy. She had only been here for a small window of time anyway, and he could not be this selfish bastard with her just yet. But once she was finished all bets were off. She would be his, would be by his side for the entire seven days, and he’d show her off. He did have to work from his home office during their time together, and had several functions to attend this week, had purposefully had them scheduled this way so he could take her with him. He wanted others to see that she was with him, because she was this gorgeous example of what a female should be like.
He tossed back the rest of his scotch and contemplated going for another glass. He had drunk two already, but a third was starting to sound more appealing. Instead of risking getting drunk and not being able to fully enjoy the night sober, he set the cup on the coffee table and stood. He moved toward the windows that overlooked the city and clasped his hands behind him. He was having a hard time being around her and not showing at least a small amount of control. Normally Rian didn’t fight the desires he had, didn’t try to tame himself, but he found himself doing that because he didn’t want to frighten or make Sorcha feel uncomfortable. He told himself he only had a week with her, and that she knew what she was getting into, but for the last six months he’d watched her, grown fascinated with her, and had this sort of obsession concerning his secretary. Of course he’d never admit that to anyone, least of all her, but it was what it was.