My heart pounds, a mix of curiosity and something darker threading through the cracks. I stare at the screen, waiting. Wanting. Dreading.
And then finally:
DineroDaddy:You’ll see. Soon.
I don’t know if it’s a promise or a threat. I don’t know if I should feel scared or not.
But I know this: I won’t be sleeping tonight.
CHAPTER5
THE NIGHT HE CRACKED
César
Like an office siren, she tempts me. I find myself walking by her office more times than I care to admit. Each time threatens to pull me under her spell, drown me in a desire so potent it’s all consuming. I’ve had my fair share of women and felt lust before. All of it paled compared to this feeling now. Lety is the forbidden fruit I desperately want to taste for myself.
Today she’s wearing a dress that hugs her curves sinfully, making my body heat with each roaming glance. Her long, brown legs are on full display as I walk by toward the end of the day under the guise of checking in on my employees. Truth be told, I don’t notice or care about anyone else. I’m checking in on her. Lety’s head is down as she reads something on her computer. Her beautiful brown eyes are hidden behind her thick, black lashes. She bites her bottom lip in concentration, and my cock stiffens at the sight of her.
The power this woman has over me…and she doesn’t even know it.
She hasn’t noticed I’m here, watching her like a fucking creep. I lean against the doorframe, expecting the groan of the wood to rouse her. It doesn’t.
So, I watch. Like my own private showing. Only this time, she isn’t CurvyBabe, and I’m not DineroDaddy. I’m her boss, and she’s my employee. This is all kinds of fucked up and goes against HR policies I helped create. However, I can’t bring myself to care. Rules were meant to be broken. And for the boss, some rules didn’t apply. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
After a few moments of my girl being completely absorbed in whatever the fuck she’s doing, I clear my throat from just outside her door.
Lety glances up—and jumps. Her eyes go wide, and she gasps, clutching her chest like her heart’s about to give out. “Are you trying to kill me?” she hisses, voice sharp and breathless. It’s her standard greeting to me when I sneak up on her.
I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. She looks so thoroughly startled, it’s almost impressive.
“Didn’t think I was that scary,” I tease, then chuckle when she glares at me. Anyone else would roll over and show me their bellies simply because I’m the boss. But Lety? Mi Reina? Nah, she shows her claws.
“Can I help you with something, Mr. Estrada?” She wields my last name like a weapon, pinning me with her stare. “If you put another file down on my desk, I may scream.”
“If I was going to make you scream, Mrs. Zavala, it wouldn’t be with a file.” The words slip free before I can stop them, but once out, I find I don’t regret them. Especially when I notice the adorable blush coloring her cheeks. I’ve successfully rendered her speechless and proven that she’s not as unaffected by me as she pretends to be.
“How much more do you have to do?” I ask before she can respond.
Still in a daze and unsure about me, she shrugs. “Probably a few hours more.”
“Give it to Melanie. You’re coming with me.”
“I’m what?” She sputters indignantly. “Unless you want me to have to redo everything Melanie touches, you best let me finish my work.”
I ignore her and step into her office without so much as a word. The air between us thickens, the temperature seeming to rise the moment I cross the threshold. Lety stiffens, clearly not thrilled by the intrusion, but I don’t give her a chance to object.
Without acknowledging the sharp look she throws my way, I lean in and press the lid of her laptop closed with a quiet finality. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”
“César, I can’t just?—”
“I’ll meet you out front. My car.” I cut her off just as her voice bubbles with frustration, already turning away.
Behind me, I hear her sputter in disbelief, but I don’t stop. I walk out, leaving her to stew in her irritation. I’m a fucked-up man because it makes me smile. I also know she’ll follow me, wondering what the hell I’m up to.
* * *
“Areyou going to tell me why you kidnapped me?” An irate Lety asks from the passenger’s seat. She crosses her arms over her chest, which pushes her tits up in an almost obscene manner. If I were a better man, I’d avert my gaze. Except I’m very much not a better man, so I keep sneaking glances at my assistant. I’ve seen her bare tits before, but only through a screen.
