I walked toward the door. “Have a good day, you two.”
And as his eyes bored a hole into the back of my head, I sauntered toward the elevator.
Giving him an eyeful as punishment for flirting with another woman right in front of me.
5
Rebecca
“Rebecca, can we talk for—?”
I put my hand in Brit’s face. “No.”
“But, I just need—”
I turned and started walking backwards toward my office. “My answer is ‘no,’ whatever it is.”
I waltzed into my office with my head held high and my shoulders rolled back. I closed my office door and made my way toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the view from my perched point. I drew in a deep breath as the air conditioning kicked on. I cocked my hip out and folded my arms across my chest, getting comfortable as the makeshift wind blew the skirt of my dress around against my legs.
Usually, JoJo caught me off-guard. But this time, I saw him slip into my office silently through the reflection of the mirror.
“Come to gloat?” I asked.
He closed my door without a sound before he flipped the lock. And that’s when he charged me.
“Joseph,” I said breathlessly.
I turned around just as he grabbed my wrists. My eyes widened as he pinned them over my head, pushing me against the ice-cold glass. I shivered as his glare settled upon my face. He jammed his leg between my thighs, teasing me with his movements as he brushed his knee softly against my clothed pussy.
“Oh, Joseph,” I whispered.
His growl puckered my nipples. “Were you heading to H.R. to defy me?”
My eyes widened. “Wait a second. Where did--?”
He took both of my wrists in one of his hands before gripping my chin with his other one. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Rebecca. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
I shook my head. “No. No, JoJo, I had no plans to report you at all. Believe me.”
He tilted his head. “I’m trying to, but you’re making it difficult.”
“I swear, I wouldn’t have--.”
He tapped my cheek with his hand. “There are consequences for your defiance, Rebecca. Big ones.”
His words shivered me to my core. “Consequences, huh?”
His eye twitched. “Yes. Consequences that would dwarf the images currently bombarding your mind. You have no idea what I’m capable of doing to someone. You have no idea the lengths I’ll go to in order to prove to you that you’re mine.”
“Yours,” I whispered softly.
His free hand reached up my dress. “Who do you belong to?”
I bucked softly against his feathered touch. “You, Joseph.”
He shoved his hand down my panties. “Say it again.”
I moaned softly. “You. I belong to you.”
