But the lustful way Henny watched me pushed all of that away.
“Have you gone and made a mess?” he asked, voice thick.
I gave another slow nod.
Henny hummed. “Then we need to get you upstairs to clean up. Can’t have you walking around like that, can we?”
The finger blocking my mouth dropped away. Still a bit strung out from the orgasm, I didn’t really have words to reply to him. It was like my brain had gone offline, which was a big fucking problem. I couldn’t remember why in that exact moment. I just knew I’d have to figure it out later when Henny wasn’t being all hot and demanding.
Calling him Daddy had been sort of a joke. If he kept acting like this, I’d have to make it a permanent title.
A quick trip upstairs and a brief wipe down—solo, unfortunately—had me redressed and ready to go to the meeting. Henny remained silent, though he was right there, instructing me without words. Every nod and pointed finger told me where to go.
He stopped to get me a fruit bowl along the way, which I took without comment. There was nothing to be said after what happened in the room. I’d challenged him, then ended up fucking coming in my pants. Eating the fruit was easier than hashing that out.
Dario waved us into his office with a neutral expression. There was no joking or questioning conversation like there had been with Pierre. Henny jumped straight into business, goingover things, as well as giving updates the other man had obviously been waiting on.
I half listened to the back and forth, my mind more focused on taking in Dario’s demeanor. The longer I watched, the more I noted how right Henny had been. Dario wasn’t being an asshole. It was more that he didn’t care.
Everything he said was with an even tone and unbothered expression.
By the time I finished my fruit bowl, they’d finished their meeting. Dario gathered up some paperwork, handing it over the desk to Henny. The papers were then signed and returned.
“We’ll leave you to get your work done,” Henny announced, standing quickly. He motioned for me to do the same, so I rose and tossed my trash in the bin by Dario’s desk.
I waved goodbye, throwing out, “Later, Dario,” over my shoulder.
Henny closed the door behind us. I stepped aside to give him the lead since I wasn’t sure of our next destination. Instead of walking ahead, he turned to face me.
“You were quiet in there.”
“I was?”
“Don’t be coy. You know you were.”
“I was,” I replied firmly.
His lips did that thing where they curved into an almost smile again. “And you managed to stay out of trouble. I guess that means you get dessert after all.”
Before I could reply, he walked away. I rushed after him eagerly. Thisthinggoing on between us was exhilarating. I’d eaten fucking fruit without complaining, and I’d gotten an orgasm out of it too. The second one wasn’t intentional, but it counted in my book.
What would he have me do next?
CHAPTER 8
Henri
One of mygreatest skills was the way I could blend into the background. You could learn a lot about people by letting them ignore you. Sometimes it wasn’t even that they ignored me. It usually came from them forgetting to include me since I didn’t insert myself into whatever situation arose.
It’s how I could stand to the side while Pip and Pharrell watched the way Ricardo worked with the men. I could tell our boss was trying to see how he was handling the role of leadership he’d been given. In the days since Ricardo had begun to shadow him, I could see there were allowances granted that spoke to how important Pharrell considered our newcomer to be.
Pip, on the other hand, seemed more interested in getting a rise out of Pharrell instead if assessing Ricardo. “Think you should just fuck him, Boss. Would make things easier. Help you focus, yeah?”
My mind came to a screeching halt at his words. We were supposed to be ensuring the plan to transport a batch of weapons would go smoothly. Having had so many orders stolen in the last year, we knew there had to be a leak in our ranks.
Tonight had been meant to set up a plan to find said leak. Except now it was turning into relationship advice. I stood silently, waiting for Pharrell to answer him.
Our boss jerked at Pip’s suggestion. “Why? What? How did?—?”
