“I am your boss.” I nod, taking deep breaths. “Speaking to me like you do, touching me, inviting me here—it ends now.”
My hands are trembling. I grip the hem of my coat to hide it from him, but I know he sees. He sees everything.
“You came here tonight,” he counters, closing the distance between us. “Why’d you do that, Kathryn?”
Using my first name…the audacity.
“I came…to tell you…” I can barely find the words. “That this is inappropriate. Your actions, our relationship—”
He laughs. “Relationship, huh?”
“The power imbalance between us…it is not okay. I am your boss, you are my employee—”
I can’t even finish my sentence before Blake has his hands on me. One on my waist, and the other around my wrists, cuffing them together. I was right; his hands are powerful.
Then I’m up against the wall, hands over my head, pinned by his incredible strength.
“Power imbalance? Really? You think you have power over me, Kathryn?”
My heart is going to explode. Every inch of my body is on fire. Things I’ve never felt before are overwhelming me.
Goosebumps break out over my arms. I’m starting to sweat, and that’s going to mess up my makeup.
A hot flush comes over my face. My lips are tingling. If this keeps up, I’m going to have a panic attack.
“Let go of me,” I say softly.
Instantly, he does. But not before flashing me an amused grin, like I’m his little pet that he chooses what to do with.
I grab my purse from where it fell and head for the door. I have to get out of here. I never should have come in the first place.
Why did I come? Blake didn’t force me. I came of my own free will.
Or maybe he did force me. I mean, he had his hand up my skirt back at the office, doing things to me no man has ever done before.
He brought meso closeto my first orgasm and then denied it to me. What was I supposed to do? Just go home and deny myself a release?
No. This ishis fault. Not mine.
I drop my purse at the door, turn, and race back over to him. I’m going to slap that smile right off his face.
I raise my hand to swing, but he catches my wrist in midair and grabs my other arm before I know what’s happening.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, making tsk sounds with his lips. “You don’t want to do that.”
“What do you know about what I want?” I snap back. My whole body is quivering now. His touch is wonderful, devastatingly so.
His only reply is a smile, accompanied by those fierce eyes—eyes that seem to see right into me, into places I have been too afraid to go.
He releases me again, only this time he snaps his fingers like he’s calling a dog. He points at me.
“Get down on your knees.”
Before I realize what I’ve done, I’m kneeling before him, looking up. He towers over me like a god.
“Strip.”
“W–what?” I stammer.
