“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Nathan. I didn’t realize you were in a meeting,” I apologize in a rush, my words slightly muffled from my hand that I quickly drop back to my side.
“Why didn’t anyone say anything or stop me, for God’s sake?” I question aloud, not expecting an answer, but of course, he has one.
“They would have lost their jobs if they had dared try.”
“What?”
“Everyone who works for me knows they are to treat you the same way they do Alex, Des, and Oliver. There will never be a time when you come to this office and are met with a restriction. Or anywhere for that matter, not if I can help it.”
My mouth hangs open, and I try and fail to make sense of what he just said.
Why would he do that?
“I came here to yell at you,” I blurt, and the second I say the words, I wish the floor would just swallow me up and drop me in hell.
That is, until his lips turn up in one of those rare smiles that makes my blood heat and my pussy clench.
He leans down, getting in my space, and I’m lost to the smell of him, high on the way he makes me feel without even doing anything.
“Oh, did you? And what exactly, my queen, have I done to wrong you enough to warrant a visit?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him, but now isn’t the time. I look behind him at the monitor and back to him. He gets it; I see the understanding in his eyes, even if I don’t understand how.
His smile turns wicked, and I see so much of Alex in it that I don’t realize what he’s going to do until it’s too late.
He scoops me up in his arms bridal style, and I squeak in surprise, quickly reaching for the hem of my dress to pull it back down.
“Nate!” I hiss as I try to wiggle free from his hold. It’s pointless if anything; I only make him hold me tighter as his chest rumbles with laughter.
“Fuck, I love when you're feisty. I don’t know that you’ve ever called me Nate before,” he says, raking his teeth overthe sensitive skin under my ear, further scrambling my already muddled brain.
“Come, tell me why I’m in trouble and show me those claws.”
He’s teasing me, I know it, but I can’t stop the effect it’s having. I’ve never seen him this playful, and while I love his harder, almost jaded personality, this…
This is fucking adorable.
Which is what I’m going to blame for not even realizing where he’s headed until he moves back around his desk toward his chair.
“Nathan!” I hiss, yelling but trying to keep my voice down. Why would he bring me over here?
“They can’t hear you.” He assures me as if that solves everything, and while it makes it better, I’m sure they are getting an eyeful.
“Nathan, my dress is entirely too short for you to be holding me like this for anyone to see. You're in the middle of a meeting!” I all but scream when he finally moves us back into view of the monitor.
This is all bad.
“I assure you I’m very aware of how short your dress is,” he all but growls as he reclaims his seat.
Well, maybe letting Alex dress me isn’t such a bad idea. Next time, I’ll just have to wear it in the house only.
“Now, here’s what's going to happen, Kat. I’m going to go back to this meeting, despite wanting to domuchbetter things with my time. While I finish up, you will sit here on my lap like the good girl I know you can be, and after it’s over, I’ll reward you for your good behavior.”
I shift on his lap, his words making my mind wander to the possibilities of said reward, but my mouth has other plans.
“Who said I’m going to be a good girl? I’m here to yell at you, Nathaniel, not play.” My voice comes out much steadier than I expected, and I give myself a mental pat on the back.
For a moment, Nathan doesn’t respond, and when I finally look up at him, I find him already staring down at me, his pupils blown wide.
