His cock stirred in his pants when he inhaled. A small groan slipped past his lips when he took in the intoxicating flavor of shea butter and strawberry. She used some type of perfume, lotion, whatever it was, and it always lingered in his office when she was there. It had slipped past his defenses and wrapped around him so tightly he couldn’t imagine the smell without it stirring his blood.
“Now, Ms. Wayne,” he murmured, grinning at her surprised gasp. “I know how familiar you are with my name.” He took a step closer and she didn’t back up. “How much you enjoy having it come off your lush lips, but if you need something else to scream out tonight, I’m sure we can come up with something.”
CHAPTER THREE
Amelia’s knees buckled. She could feel the floor under her feet shifting. She stepped back, just enough to give herself room to breathe and make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Had her mind and every single one of her senses conjured up her boss? She closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. There was no way he was standing in front of her and in Sirens of all places. But if he wasn’t, that meant on some level she wanted this man to be him, and she didn’t know which was worse.
She peeked at him with one eye, hoping the change in perception would alter the image in front of her.
Nope, it’s still him.
Jordan Monroe was standing in front of her in all his glory, looking entirely too damn sexy for his own good.
Amelia could be objective. Jordan hit all the right physical attractiveness attributes: he was tall with wide shoulders and strong legs; there were tattoos peeking out from underneath his clothes; and he had full lips and soft eyes, when he thought no one was looking. There was an air of confidence about him that made you feel secure around him. It made him objectively great in business and someone she knew she’d go to if she needed help with something, albeit begrudgingly.
Her eyes roamed over his body. Her heart was beating too fast in her chest. She licked her lips, remembering why she’d come to Sirens tonight and what she had planned on doing. She glanced past Jordan’s shoulder, taking note of all the furniture displayed in the middle of the room, and she didn’t like how quickly her mind produced images of the two of them together.
“Oh my god,” she groaned, placing a hand over her heart. “I must have hit my head because I’m checking out my boss,” she mumbled under her breath, she hoped, but she wasn’t sure given the smug smirk on his face.
“Ms. Wayne.” She could hear the amusement in his voice.
She shook her head. “Nope. No. I’m imagining this.”
I have to be.
Jordan licked his lips, and she didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened when they dipped past her neck to take in the full view of her dress or the way his gaze made her feel flushed and light-headed. Her breasts sat heavy against the smooth material of her long blue dress. It clung to her wide hips and thick thighs, enhancing her pear shape. The color was one of her favorites, and it made her tawny complexion glow.
She wore gold heels that made her five-seven self appear six-feet tall, but she was still a head shorter than Jordan. She pushed her brown shoulder length curls out of her face, letting him get an eyeful.
What am I doing?
Jordan’s eyes made a slow crawl back up her body. Her breath hitched as if she could feel his hands against her bare skin, sending a pulse of electricity dancing through her. She could feel herself growing wetter, and her core throbbed, feeling empty and desperate to be full.
“Ms. Wanye.” This time there was an extra bite in his tone that made her pulse pound. He took a step forward and she took one back, shaking her head. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way, and her body shouldn’t be so eager to see where the night took them.
“What are you…why are…is this what you do in your spare time? How long have you had a membership, and, more importantly, why are you in this room right now?” She was rambling, something she never did.
Jordan chuckled. He covered his mouth with his hand, and she watched the way his shoulders reached up to his ears before completely dropping. “I’ll answer your questions, but first,” he shoved his hands in his pants pockets, “you walked into Sirens, and in this room specifically, which is designed for others to watch while a stranger or strangers fuck you.”
Amelia pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from gasping out loud. His words hit like a whip or palm to her ass, and she had to consciously keep her body still. The vibrations of those words, spoken harshly from Jordan’s tongue, made her want to melt into a puddle at his feet.
Jordan’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze swept over her face before it dipped to her chest. He hummed low in his throat. She forced herself to slow her breathing to ease the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She didn’t want him to know how much his proximity was affecting her.
It wasn’t.
Honest.
It was the energy in the room.
“Tell me, Ms. Wayne.” His voice was a silk scarf against her skin. “Why is it you thought you were imagining my presence?” He moved then, walking…no, stalking around her like she was the very thing he had hoped to catch in his trap.
“It makes me wonder what else goes through that head of yours when I catch you glaring at me in the office.” He stood behind her, barely touching her.
Amelia’s eyes shuttered closed as he continued to talk. “I guess it’s true what they say, there really is a thin line between lust and hate.” She felt the phantom touch of his fingers across her shoulder.
“To answer your question,” his lips were by her ear, “I’m a top member at Sirens, orange wristband. Yours looks blue.” She nodded. She’d only gotten the second tier recently when she realized she couldn’t get into any of the rooms at the higher level without paying a hefty one-time fee.
When she broke off her engagement, joining Sirens was one of the first things she did—besides a spa day and eating her weight in pizza and cheesy bread. She never felt like her ex allowed her to explore, and she wanted a safe space to do it in. Sirens seemed like a no brainer, but now that she was here with her boss, she wasn’t all that sure.
