The elevator doors ding, and I step inside. A handful of people try to come in with me, but when I turn and they see who I am, they step back.
“I’ll get the next one,” a guy in a tasteless suit says with a nod.
Fear. This also comes with the territory. People are afraid of me because of how rich and powerful I am. I guess they think I’m some kind of witch or evil queen who will use my wealth to destroy anybody who offends me.
But Blake…he’s not afraid of me.
I can’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday—how he just stormed into my house like he owned the place and started barking orders.
Orders I obeyed…
What is going on with me?I think as the elevator doors start to close. I really couldn’t say, but I do know one thing—I like it.
I barely got any sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face leapt into my mind like a ghost, haunting me, heating me, causing every inch of my body to tingle.
The fierce features of his face…those eyes that hold such power…I simply could not shake them. He left me unsatisfied on purpose. Just to show me who was in control. He left me yearning.
I even tried to finish things myself. I reached down between my legs with a cautious finger, seeking a release like the one he gave me back at the motel, but I just couldn’t do it.
No. Not without you…
It just felt wrong, pleasuring myself to the thought of him—his hands, his lips, his eyes, the brute strength with which he held me down.
Even the way his words cut through the air, straight to my core.
Ineedthat to get off. My middle finger isn’t enough.
When I realized that, I nearly cried. Then I laughed, curled up and wrapped my arms around my knees, and held myself tight.
“I need you, Blake,” I whimpered to myself. “Where are you?”
Just as the elevator doors are about to close, I hear the sound of footsteps. My heart leaps, and I look up from my phone as Blake slips in at the last second.
His scent fills my nose, and the heat from his body blazes down on top of me. The sheer power and dominance he carries with him fills the space, pressing into me like an actual physical touch.
My lips part, and my jaw drops open as the elevator doors ding and he tosses me a casual smile.
“What floor, miss?”
“What are you—?”
“I’m just kidding.” He smirks, pressing the button for the office. “I know where you’re headed.”
My heart is pounding heavily, and I’m suddenly twitchy, jittery, similar to how I felt when I was about to go on stage at the seminar last year for women in business.
I spent all last night yearning for this man, and now here he is, standing in front of me. The only other person in the elevator. The only one who dared get in with me.
My stomach lurches as we begin to rise.
“You look tired, boss.” He smiles. God, he’s so cocky—almost arrogant—but there’s something grounded about him that keeps it from being over the top.
Can he see the lust in my eyes? The need?
“I…I had some work to do that kept me up.” It’s a lie, and we both know it. He simply nods, still smiling that cheeky little grin that makes my thighs tingle.
I don’t know what to do, so I just go back to my phone and start checking e-mails. A text comes in from Francesca with an update on our conversation, but I can’t focus on any of it.
The words might as well be written in Russian. Just scribbles on my screen, as all my attention is on the tall man standing beside me.
