Possessed by You(2)

The way he studied me and his dominating air, left me shaking with need. I tried to deny it but a deep rooted part of myself wanted him. A darker part. A part that had laid dormant. It left me breathless that a man could actually make me feel this way even when they were being a dick.

I wanted to experience what a night with Brett MacLean would be like. Women paraded in and out of his office on a revolving door. Beautiful models that were slender with silky legs that stretched well over my five-foot-nothing head.

He ran his business like he did his women. With control.

My body hummed and I wanted him to appease the ache that had slowly formed in my belly but I wouldn’t let him know it. He was dangerous and he would probably break my heart without even thinking twice about it.

“Evvie,” Brett barked.

I took a deep breath and turned around, leaning against the counter. “What?”

His blue eyes darkened, boring into mine. “My office. Now.”

I ignored the way my heart fluttered at the demand in his deep voice and rolled my eyes before turning my back to him. “I’m busy.”

“It wasn’t a request,” he snapped. “Jake take over.”

I gaped at Brett over my shoulder as I watched him walk away. His black tailored suit fitting the hard contours of a body that I would love to sink my teeth—

“Evvie.”

The sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me made me jump and I took a breath, easing my racing heart. I smiled up at him. His perfectly arched brows furrowing as his eyes darted around the room.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” he said, chewing his bottom lip.

I looked into Jake’s warm brown gaze and sighed. He was probably right. I patted his arm reassuringly. “I’ll go see what the Master wants.”

I walked through the dance floor and down the long hall. I had learned very quickly that most people who came back from Brett’s office, unless they were one of his whores, didn’t come back happy. He was a hard ass who loved his job. It was a part of him. Anyone with a pair of eyes and a brain could see that.

Once reaching his office, I took a deep breath and knocked, my nerves kicking into overdrive.

“Come in.”

My skin tingled unexpectedly and I opened the door. Two black leather couches sat in the middle of the office with a table in the center.

The door shut behind me making me startle and I leaned against it. My gaze instantly meeting Brett’s, my stomach flipped at the heated stare behind his blue eyes.

His big body sat behind an even larger cherry oak desk. He leaned forward and rubbed his chin, his dark navy eyes boring into mine. He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”

“Brett, why—”

“Sit.”

I huffed and crossed my arms under my chest but didn’t move. I wasn’t his pawn to do with as he pleased. “Not until you tell me what you want.”

The corners of his mouth turned up as he sat back in his chair. “We’ll get to that.”

My body heated under his scrutiny. Suddenly feeling exposed in the tiny uniform, I tried covering the cleavage that sported from the vee of my shirt. The red and black plaid skirt barely covered my ass. Curvy girls like me were doomed in these stick-like uniforms.

“Look, if you’re not going to tell me what you want, then I should get back to work,” I croaked.

“I want to talk to you about your job performance.”

“My job performance?” I frowned.

He raised an eye brow. “Are you going to sit?”

“No.”

He smirked, making my heart skip a beat. “Didn’t think so.”

“What the hell’s wrong with my job performance?” I cringed. He’s your boss, Evvie. Be nice.

He rose to his feet and walked around the large desk and leaned against it, mirroring my pose. He nodded at the chair. “Sit.”

Finally giving in, I huffed and pushed off the door, walking to the chair. I slumped down on the arm and crossed my legs, sighing loudly. “Will you please tell me what you want?”

His eyes roamed down my body, stopping at my feet. The corners of his lips lifted.

I followed his gaze and looked back up at him. “What?” My red flats weren’t standard uniform attire but they were easier to walk in than the fuck-me shoes the other girls wore.

He smiled. An actual smile on Brett McLean’s face. I would have made a smart ass remark about it too if I didn’t feel like I was sitting in the hot seat.

“Now Evvie, I don’t think those shoes are appropriate work attire,” he chided.

My back stiffened. “Have you tried walking back and forth behind the bar in six inch stilettos?”

He didn’t respond. Just continued to stare at me. God, he was infuriating.