“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, her curls bobbing along with her. “Your scent says you miss me so damn much and you can’t imagine your life without me.”
“And you sayIhave a big ego?”
“It’s not about ego, Ms. Burns.” Her nose was barely an inch from mine. “It’s a fact. You would be lost without me and you know it.”
I should move away—put some distance between us.
But I wasn’t backing down from the challenge in her gaze.
“You want to come back to work for me—is that it? You’re too proud to ask?”
A smirk crept across the beautiful arch of her lips.
“No,” she said. “I don’t.”
“Then—”
“Not unless you beg me.”
I attempted a scoff, but no sound emerged. Instead, her gaze met mine, determined and dark, their brown pools a swirling well of challenge.
Was I actually here to beg? To grovel? To plead with her to come back to work?
“Ms. Nayak.”
I uttered her name with nothing more. The words lingered between us like an unspoken invitation.
“Beg me to come back, Ms. Burns,” she said, a smile playing along the corners of her mouth. “I want to hear you say the words.”
I felt her breath on my cheeks as she waited.
One beat, two. It stretched into something heavy, thrumming impatiently between us.
“Say it—”
I kissed her. Only to shut her up. Because with each word, she was trying to wiggle her way under my skin and into my blood… It wasn’t as if she hadn’t already manipulated my brain into thinking impossible things.
Her gasp of surprise was sweet against my tongue, but she didn’t give up.
“Beg me,” she whispered raggedly, her lips wet with my kisses. “Beg me and I just might suck your cock.”
Heat flared in my chest, searing across my skin.
Filthy.
I cupped her cheek in my hand, pulling her closer until I was lost in her scent, her warmth, her touch.
“Be my assistant again,” I whispered against the sweetness of her lips.
Her laugh was triumphant; it set my skin on fire. Curse it all, she looked magnificent like this, her hair wild and lips rosy with my kisses.
“No, thank you,” she whispered cruelly as she dropped to her knees. “I decline.”
Chapter Six
Dessi
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to suck her cock the moment she hired me. It was a test, you see—a little experiment to determine if choking on her length would erase the permanent furrows between her brows.
