That likes to be used. Discarded.
Fucking Sloane Pierce.
“You did exactly as I wanted you to do," he says carefully. His breath warms my skin, and I realize how close he is as his voice pulls me from my fucked up thoughts. I don’t look at him. I can’t.
I think I’m going to explode. In more ways than one.
This…
This was a terrible idea.
The worst idea ever.
“Oliver.” Sloane breathes my name. I still don’t look at him, but hell if I want to. But I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Oliver…” He speaks firmly, that tone sending a shiver down my body. I can’t help that it makes my body tense.
“Look at me,” he commands.
My jaw sets and I tighten my arms.
“No," I say firmly.
I wait for him to grab me. To force me.
But he doesn’t.
His breathing is heavy as he lets out a deep growl.
“That wasn’t a request, Oliver. It was a command.”
I shrug. This very well could be it. The moment I fuck everything up, but right now I don’t care.
If Sloane Pierce wants to fire me, it may be better. Robbie will have to find some other way to enact his plan. And I can go back to my normal life.
Pretend this man and his decadent voice and the fury he evokes doesn’t exist.
I don’t look at him. It takes everything I have not to, but I feel a sense of pride that I don’t give in.
He lets out a sigh.
“I needed to know if I asked you to do something, you would do it.”
“That’s my job. Sir," I say, my voice sounding pissed to my own ears.
Part of me wants to apologize, but the other… “Why would Inotdo as you ask?”
He cocks his head to side, his gaze appraising me like an object.
I hate it.
I love it.
It’s strangely addicting.
“Because, in my experience, Oliver, people lie. They tell you pleasantries and promise you things because theyneedyou more than you need them.”
His words are sharp like knives and I hear the disdain in them clear as a bell.
