I smirk and tease a finger down her throat.
“Don’t worry, baby doll.No one will fire you.”
She stiffens impossibly further before piercing my soul with intense green orbs.
“You said that with way too much confidence.Tell me this is just another nightmare and not real life,” she says through gritted teeth.
I quirk a brow and press my fingers against the pulse pounding at the base of her throat.
“You dream about me?”I murmur.
Her pupils shrink and red colors her cheeks.I nearly cum in my trousers as her anger takes over.She’s mesmerizing.Her struggling digs my hard cock into her soft belly.
“Holy fucking shit, Brennan, you’re impossible.Get the hell off me,” she snarls.
I release her and step back before I disgrace myself.
She swings.Her palm cracks against my cheek so hard my head whips to the side.I blink in shock and remain statue-still as I process the unexpected violence.
No one has dared to hit me outside of sparring sessions at the gym since my father gave me his last beating fourteen years ago, and even then, he refused to hit my face.He always aimed for parts I could easily hide.
White-hot pain blooms in my cheek and spreads across my face.My lip throbs, but no blood drips down my chin.I fill my lungs and will my anger into a low simmer before slowly swinging my gaze toward hers.
She no longer stands in front of me.The wise little doll slipped away and put the table between us.She cradles her wrist to her chest.
Despite the fear wafting from her, she stands with her shoulders back and her chin high.
My pants have never been so tight before.
“Oops.My hand slipped, but it’s okay because I can’t be fired.Right, Mr.Diamond?”
She delivers the challenge without an ounce of remorse.I applaud her bravery but question her sanity.
Actually, no, I don’t.I’ve always known we belonged together, even before I had words to express my feelings for her.
Her crazy has always matched mine.
I can’t wait to tame this fiery goddess and worship the sweet little baby doll hidden inside her.
I smirk as I fix my glasses then thumb my swollen lip before crossing my arms over my chest and quirking a brow.
“I’m not sure slapping the new owner and CEO of your company is the wisest way to stay employed,” I answer.
She presses her perfect lips into a thin line and closes her hands into fists at her sides.
“Tell me you didn’t,” she says through gritted teeth.
“I did.”
After a long, drawn-out inhale through her nose, she uncurls her fingers.
“Why?”she asks.
“I already told you,” I answer.
“No, you didn’t.No one buys a million-dollar company for one employee,” she says.
“I do, but not for just any employee.Foryou.Only for you, Audrey,” I say.
