His fingers parted my pussy lips. “Only me, that’s right. So, tell me, Rebecca: why do you want to belong to that accountant?”
My eyes quickly focused on his face. “What did you say?”
He slid his fingertips along my aching clit. “You’ll never belong to that accountant. He’ll never fulfill you the way I do. No man will. Do you understand me?”
I bucked against him, but not in a good way. “Joseph, get off me. How the hell did--?”
He ripped his hand from between my legs and pinned both of my wrists against the window. He came so close that his hot breath pulsed against my lips, tainted with the smell of mint and tobacco.
I had no idea Joseph smoked, yet somehow it seemed to suit him.
“You were dumb enough to try that shit on the closed-circuit internet connection in this building. You don’t think my I.T. sector monitors every device hooked up to it? That’s how I protect my trade secrets. That’s how I fish out rats who try to expose my tactics to other companies in exchange for a quick buck. Of course, I know you created a dating app account just this morning. Of course, I knew you were talking to some asshole. You really should be more careful with your passwords, Rebecca.”
I shoved him away. “Fuck you.”
His face turned red with anger. “Which is exactly what you want to do, am I right?”
I straightened my back. “You will never touch my body again without permission, is that understood?”
His eye twitched. “Just remember who you belong to, Miss Loren. Remember who infiltrates those nasty dreams of yours at night.”
My face paled. “How did--?”
He grinned. “I know exactly the effect I have on women, and you are no different.”
His sentiment crushed me. I wanted to be different. I didn’t want to be just another Maggie; another ex that broke his heart. Tears percolated behind my eyes, stinging them as I turned back toward the view. And as I crossed my arms back over my chest, blocking his view of my tightened tits, I swallowed down my tears.
“Get out of my office,” I said flatly.
My head spun with so many things, but I knew one thing was for certain. From this point onward, I used my data on my personal phone while I was at work. I had no idea why the hell it didn’t occur to me that he monitored every device hooked up to the company’s internet. I mean, it made sense. Most businesses did that in order to be certain that employees weren’t dicking around on porn sites or bullshit like that when they were supposed to be working.
I wondered how much of the pathetic conversation Joseph saw before deciding to approach me.
“Time to change all of my passwords, I guess,” I murmured.
I didn’t want to take any chances. If this business was JoJo’s palace, then the least I could do was make it hard on him. I rushed over to my purse and dug out my phone. I started by taking my phone completely off the internet before changing the password on my dating app. Then, I started changing the passwords on all of my major accounts. I mean, I didn’t think that JoJo would somehow try to get into my banking information. He was a dick, sure, but he wasn’t a thief. Nevertheless, I didn’t take any chances.
And after I had changed every major password I had, I flopped back into my office chair.
“What have I done?” I asked with a sigh.
I thought I had been doing a good job of keeping my personal world and my professional world separate. But, apparently I wasn’t doing as good of a job as I thought. Then again, why would I want to keep them separate? I wanted to keep having encounters with JoJo. I wanted to keep working on those walls of his. I wanted to finally drag out of him what the hell my sister did all those years ago that was so damn bad, even by today’s standards.
I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of deleting it, though.
I wanted him to know I was keeping my options open.
“Jesus, this is so insane,” I whispered.
I turned my attention to work in an attempt to distract myself, but it was slow-going. But I managed to distract myself long enough for the day to pass. And when the clock struck four-thirty, I packed up my things and headed out. I passed by Brit’s office, sauntering toward the elevator at the other end of the hall just so she could see my head held high after all the shit she tried to pull with me.
“Becca, wait!” she exclaimed.
Bingo.“Yes?”
I turned around and watched her rush up to me. “Look, please, I just want to put all of this behind us. I fucked up, I know I did. But I’m hoping you’ll give me a second shot to be a friend.”
I tilted my head. “Why?”
