Once Upon A Time(25)

Raising a brow, he pulled out what looked like a pen. It was a sleek and silver, clearly expensive. Holy shit, he pulled out a pen. He wouldn't!

“Don’t even think about it.” I gritted my teeth, my jaw clicking as he twisted the lid.

As if in slow motion, I watched as the lid fell from his fingers – the very fingers that less than twelve hours ago were inside me – bouncing against the table before clattering against the floor.

I cursed myself, realizing he’d already read the contract. Remembering an email Kate forwarded me, I knew he’d seen the entire contract and no doubt already had instructed his high paid lawyers to look over it before the meeting.

“This is how it’s going to go.” He paused, finding a yellow sticky tab that I’d conveniently placed on the page where his signature should go. I cursed my organization skills as my gaze moved from the contract to his smug face. “I’m going to sign this contract.”

He smiled, flipping to the page and signing the contract with a flourish. He stood, pushing the contract across the table with so much force it landed in the opposite chair, the one I was sitting in only moments ago. Turning to me, he grabbed my hand.

The electric current that ran through the nerve endings of my fingertips ran straight to every nook of my body. What in the hell was that?! I tried to pull my hand back from the odd sensation running through my body but he pulled as I did, keeping my hand encased in his. A moment passed as he stared right into my eyes, shaking my hand.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Miller. Shall we make this deal official?”

I had no idea what he was talking about; in fact, I had no idea what he really just said. His voice was hypnotic, and along with those deep grey eyes, I was consumed.

“My name's Gabriel Black…” He paused, pulling me towards him so hard I fell against his chest with a loud thud. My breath became lodged somewhere in my throat when I felt his lips against the shell of my ear. “… and I’m going to fuck you now.”

A soft whimper fell from my lips and my body ignited. I could feel the heat, my skin warming as the shock of his words washed over me. He was going to fuck me?

WHAT?!

My nipples hardened under the lace of my white bra, proving just how much I wanted him. I wanted to slap myself for wanting him, for letting his voice fuel the need, for letting his eyes pull me in. He’s a client. I couldn't do anything but submit the contract to Kate. He signed it, he’s a client of Blue Stone PR. He did this on purpose. If we hadn't had sex at Omega he would've sent my ass packing after being so unprofessional. He was doing this to get to me, he was doing this to satisfy his own sick thrills.

This was not happening.

“Not if you were the last person on Earth.” I was seething, pushing against his ridiculously hard chest and moving to the chair. Picking up the contract, I threw it in my purse.

“You really think you'll be able to work with me with this much sexual tension?”

My ears pricked. Sexual tension?

“I’m sorry?” I balked, meeting his gaze.

He nodded, stalking towards me. “Sexual tension, Payton. I can fucking smell it.”

My cheeks heated. I can’t believe he just said that! He just signed a business contract. Blue Stone PR was going to represent Black Enterprises and he thinks he can say shit like that?

“Actually… Gabriel.” I paused, shaking my head with a soft laugh. “You’re not my client.” His brows furrowed for a moment, clearly wondering what the hell I was talking about. “You? Are my first meeting. You’re also my first signature but I won’t be working with you. I’m Kate McKenna’s PA, not an account manager. You'll have Kate as your point of contact.”

He took a step closer, his autumn scent hitting my nostrils.

“We'll see about that,” he stated flatly.

“Really? You’re always so sure of yourself. This thing?“ I waved my hand in the small gap between us. “This isn’t sexual tension.” I smirked. “Clearly all blood has rushed to your dick because you can’t seem to think straight. What happened at Omega won’t be happening again. Ever. You’re now a client who is being represented by the firm I work for. I value my job more than your genitals.”

Grabbing my purse, I slung it over my shoulder, barging past him as I made my way to the door. I wondered if the fancy door would even open without someone asking it to. I doubted it.

“Door open,” he said from behind me, clearly understanding my need to leave.

The door opened and I turned, a grin present on my lips.

“Welcome to Blue Stone PR, Mr. Black.”