Luca started for the wide staircase and she followed numbly. With each step, she felt ever more unsure of her decision. She could still see the confrontation she’d had with him just seven days ago.
The copy machine droned on in the background as she placed the hundredth sheet of paper in the contraption. It was well past eight in the evening and all the sane people had left for the night. Just one more copy, and I’ll call it a night. She scooped up the stack of papers and turned back toward her desk, but she didn’t make it one step. Standing before her, hidden partially in the shadowed corridor, was her boss and the most intimidating man she knew, Luca Harlow. When he didn’t move, Linden walked forward until she stood before him. She would not show him the effect he had on her.
His hard, wide chest stood in front of her like a mountain. She craned her neck back and stared into cool blue eyes. She had known the color of his eyes, but never had she been this close as to actually see the depth of them. They looked hard and unyielding, and beneath that she could see a strength and dominance that had her flesh tingling with awareness.
"I'm sorry, you startled me. I thought I was the only one still here." When he didn't respond right away she felt her cheeks heat with awkwardness. He didn't move. Hell, she didn't even think he breathed as his eyes stayed connected with hers. The smell of him was intoxicating, and she had to swallow down the small noise of pleasure that threatened to escape. With each passing second she realized the situation was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was he just staring at her?
"I'd like to speak to you in my office, please." He turned around and left her standing there with her mouth hanging open.
Why in the hell would he want to see her in his office after hours? Very inappropriate things popped into her mind, ones that included being bent over his desk while he peeled up her skirt. She shook her head and pushed the thoughts away.
She numbly followed him into his office and stood there while he moved around his desk and sat in the large leather chair. It was like a throne for a king, considering how big it was. A stack of papers was spread before him and he placed his hands on top of them, watching her.
"You're probably wondering why I've called you in here, especially at this hour."
She nodded because she knew if she tried to talk she’d just make a fool out of herself.
"Have a seat, Miss Jacobson."
She made her way to the plush in front of his desk and sat down, knowing that whatever he had to say couldn't be good. She thought back and tried to recall if she had done something wrong that would warrant his attention.
It wasn’t like she had access to important documents or cases that might end up jeopardizing his reputation. Nothing came to mind.
They sat in silence for so long that she found herself shifting in her seat as sweat started to form between her breasts. "You haven't done anything wrong." The way he said her name, so sensual, so erotic, had her forcing her thighs to squeeze together because everything in her nether regions was tingling something fierce.
Oh God, he knew her name. She shouldn't be surprised since this was his company and it was his business to know who worked for him, but just hearing her first name fall from his lips was enough to give her an auditory orgasm. Hell, she had it bad for a man that didn’t even spare her a passing glance, well, until now. She gripped the papers in her hands and heard them crinkle under the abuse.
“I’ve called you in here because I have a proposition for you.” He spoke, his voice cool and calm, then leaned back in his seat, seemingly waiting for her reply.
“A proposition?” Why the hell would he choose her? She didn’t have a fancy degree like half the people in this office, so why was he asking her this here, now, after hours?
“Yes, a proposition.” A ghost of a smile filtered across his lips. “I’ve been watching you for a very long time.”
Her heart rate increased at his words. He had been watching her? Why? “I don’t understand. You’ve been watching me and have a proposition for me?”
He didn’t respond right away and the way he watched her made her feel like a tiny mouse in a forest full of owls. That hint of a smile filtered back across his mouth.
“I want you to be my submissive for one night.”#p#分页标题#e#
Chapter Three
Linden shook her head to clear it and continued to follow him up the stairs. That night, when he asked her to submit to him, she had been dumbstruck. The first thing that had come into her head was why he had chosen her. Hell, the majority of the women that worked for him could have been supermodels. She even thought he had slept with quite a few of them, despite his own company policies that there was no fraternization between employees. She surmised those rules didn’t apply to the owner of the billion-dollar corporation.