Billionaire Bachelors 4 ; The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal(36)

"You're here nice and early, boy," his dad said.

"I have a lot of work to do, Dad. This really isn't a good time."

"Oh, there's always time for family. We came up to tell you we snatched your beautiful assistant to decorate the building, since she did such a great job, here," Joseph said.

Trenton's head snapped up as he gaped from his father to his uncle. He should've known Jennifer was the one responsible for his headache. She was always the one who seemed to push him to his limits. They were certainly going to have a few words together. 

"Where is she, now?" Trenton asked through his teeth. He didn't see the look his father and uncle gave one another.

"We are meeting her down in the store," George said.

"Did you not think to ask me if I could spare her?" he said deceptively quiet. The two men looked at him quizzically, as if they couldn't figure out why he'd ask such a thing. He had to count to twenty in his head before he could say anything more.

They'd been back from Vienna for a couple of weeks and it had been taking all of his well-honed self-control to stay away from her. She hadn't brought up the trip or their seemingly unquenchable desire for each other once, and he found he was irritated by it.

He didn't want some clinging, nagging woman hanging all over him, but she could at least show some desire for him. He certainly hadn't lost any of his passion toward her. She walked in a room and his body responded instantly. He hadn't made any moves on her because he was trying to get himself under control, but that was quickly going out the window. She was certainly not caving in and he couldn't hold out much longer. The Austria trip hadn't done what it was supposed to, get her out of his system.

"Well, she did such a great job up here, we wanted her to decorate the entire place," Joseph said, looking puzzled by his nephews ill temper.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Joseph, you're right, she did a great job and I don't mind you borrowing her. Please only take her for half the day, though, as work needs to get done up here as well," he said through clenched teeth.

His uncle apparently didn't notice there was anything wrong. He clapped him on the back and took off with his father. Trenton sat at his desk, fuming with anger, because the old men had once again gotten their way, and not only that, but taken his assistant, too. He wanted to hunt her down, but knew it wouldn't be a good idea in his current mood.

After lunch, she came strolling into the office, wearing a freaking holiday shirt and grinning. There was a piece of tinsel stuck in her hair, she seemed unaware of, and he forced himself to stay in his seat. He wanted to pull her close to him and mark his territory. He was going to have to do something and soon, before he exploded.

"Don't you think you should've talked to me before taking on another job?" he asked, amazed at how calm his voice sounded. Her smile fell away.

"I was told you were fine with this," she said a bit uneasily.

"I had no choice but to be okay with it, with both my father and uncle being who took you away from your work," he practically growled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, I can tell them I can't finish," she said and his temper went through the roof. There he was, sitting with a raging erection, wanting her more than any other woman, ever, and she was daring to call him by his last name. He shot out of his chair so fast it went flying across the room, which left her staring at him in shock and a bit of fear.

She immediately retreated, making a dash for the door. She knew when to stay and fight, and when to retreat. He grabbed her, dragging her back over to his desk and glared at her, causing a tremor to shiver down her spine.

"Be silent," he threatened and she didn't dare defy him. He punched his button to his secretary, who picked up immediately. "Tell everyone to go home. I don't care what they're working on, the day is over, you can all count it as a vacation bonus," he said, and broke the connection.

Jennifer was shocked and a bit scared at his words. He dragged her over to the door, locked it and then drug her to the couch, where he pushed her down, panting heavily. She was stunned by his behavior. She'd certainly seen him angry before, but he was so controlled, with a fire blazing in his eyes.




 

 

"I've warned you to stop calling me by my last name," was all he said before dropping to the couch and making her forget all about the distance between them for the last couple of weeks.

She didn't even consider fighting him as he took her into his arms. Shock was quickly consumed by burning passion. He was glorious in his temper, and she'd missed the feel of his body pressed closely to hers. She missed the feel of his thick shaft sinking in and out of her. She missed them touching, with no barriers between them.