‘An absolute delight, I’m sure.’ Francis runs greedy eyes from my head to my toes, making my skin crawl.
‘Francis is a director of Carter’s Private Equity House,’Gregory explains. In other words, Francis has the power to make big investments in business ventures.
Suddenly, it’s clear to me why Gregory’s entertaining a man he obviously dislikes.
‘Yes, I’ve worked on a deal of yours recently, actually.’
‘You’re an accountant?’ Francis asks.
‘She’s a lawyer,’ Gregory says, his chest puffed to full stretch. ‘Excuse us, Francis.’ Gregory tosses his head in the direction of our lift, the only one to service the residential floors of the building, and guides me forward.
‘See you Saturday then, old boy!’ Francis calls, seemingly oblivious to the animosity teeming out of Gregory.
As soon as the lift doors close, Gregory lunges at me, crashing his mouth onto mine, thrusting me back against the wall. My lips part, accepting his warm, wet tongue and welcoming his teeth against the plump flesh of my lips, already tender from the drive.
The lift pings and the doors open on Gregory’s floor.
He takes my hand, pulling me from the lift.
‘Not fast enough,’ he growls before hitching my skirt and lifting my thighs around his waist. He opens the door with one hand and carries me straight through the lounge and up the stairs as I nibble the heated flesh of his neck, drowning in his musk.
He plants me on my stiletto heels in his bedroom then holds my face and lets me see the hunger in his brown pools before he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and slowly draws back.
‘Strip.’
I blink, startled, but my hands respond, unbuttoning my suit jacket. Surprisingly, the jacket falls and I confidently cast it onto the chaise longue. I feel in control, like I’m reclaiming some of the power I’ve lost.
Slowly, tortuously, I undo the buttons of my blouse one by one, each time exposing a little more of my lingerie and all the while watching Gregory as his eyes follow my hands. I feel… sexy.
My blouse floats to the ground and I turn my back to him as I roll down the zip of the skirt and push it to the floor, bending forward like a temptress who’s actually done this before to lift my stocking-clad legs out of the skirt. Hearing Gregory’s heavy breaths spurs me on. I turn my head over my shoulder and part my lips.
‘Fucking hell.’ He inhales, his palm moving to rub the erection bulging in his trousers. I can’t believe how much I want him.
He steps towards me and runs his fingers up the backs of my thighs, then snaps my garter against my leg.
‘Ouch!’
‘That’s nothing, baby; I’m just getting started.’
He yanks me to him, pulling my back to his chest, and slides his hand down my abdomen then finally to my sex, cupping me over my thong. I lean back into him, my hips rising to meet his hand. He turns my chin to face him and I desperately want to kiss him but I’m not quite done being a seductress yet.
Turning, I unwind the tie from his neck, tossing it onto the chaise longue. He yanks my waist towards him and moves to kiss me but I shoot him a warning look.
‘That’s very daring.’ He chastises me but his words are low and husky. ‘Alpha Scarlett.’
‘You created her,’ I say, sliding his suit jacket down his tensed biceps and to the floor.
‘And I’ll be the one to tame her. That’s a seven-thousand-pound suit you just dropped on the floor.’
I smirk briefly then get back to my mission: to torture thismagnificent man until he can understand just how furious he makes me. I unbutton his shirt, trailing kisses down his firm chest with each inch exposed, then unhook his cufflinks and push the shirt down his arms to meet his suit jacket in a pool.
As I set to work on his belt and move my hand into his trousers to take hold of his solid erection, his head lazily drapes back.
‘Fuck, Scarlett, you drive me crazy.’
He kicks off his shoes when I pull his trousers and boxers to the ground then lifts each leg out and removes his socks at a rate of knots.
‘I’m going to show you exactly how much you make me lose my mind.’
