“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I reply, barely over a whisper.
A smile crosses Marcus lips. “I’m surprised someone hasn’t snatched you up. I wonder if Uncle Nick would mind if I took you out sometime. If you want. No pressure, just a friendly dinner date.”
I try to hold back a laugh, but I can’t. Uncle Nick will have a fit, but honestly, I don’t care. He’s here with hissecretary, who I realize is the girl he’s been pictured with. No doubt he’s fucked/is fucking her.
“I think I’d enjoy that, I don’t get out much.” Because I was kidnapped. True, I chose to stay, because the offer was too good not to and I don’t want to be homeless.
“How about Friday? I’ll pick you up at Nick’s at seven.” He brushes a stray lock from my face.
He has the sexiest smile; I’d be crazy to turn him down. “Seven is good, I’ll be waiting.” I smile back at him, absolutely stoked for my first ever date.
“Mind if I cut in?” a deep voice growls from behind me.
“Go ahead, boss,” Marcus says casually, but he gives Nick the strangest look.
Nick looks pissed. His eyes are black as night and his body’s stiff like he’s holding back his anger. The air around us is thick and heavy, tension radiating from every corner.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” He sounds calm and as smooth as honey, a stark contrast to his demeanor.
“I was.”
“What’s stopping you now?” He grins mischievously and steps closer into my space.
My breath hitches, his hand lightly traces down my side. He’s got us turned into the crowd where nobody at the booth can see what he’s doing.
“You. I was having fun dancing with Marcus.” I try to put some space between us, but he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me close to his muscular body, swaying to the slow beat of the music.
I glance around for Marcus and see him standing by the bar, relieved to see he’s not looking this way.
“Isn’t it better to dance with the devil you know?” Nick leans over and breathes in my ear. The sensation sends chills down my spine and over my skin. My heart starts to race. I love it when he does this.
“You make the devil himself look like a saint,” I breathe, barely a whisper as my head tilts back and my eyes close, I can barely concentrate as he grips my hip and gives it a gentle squeeze.
He’s right though, I do want to dance with him. Especially when he’s touching me like this. I want to feel the caress of a man whose presence is so intense, he makes the devil—and my pussy—weep.
My emotions are a tangled mess. His touch—it’s so right, but simultaneously oh-so wrong. I’m giving everything I can into resisting, but he makes it almost impossible. The song is so sensual, adding fuel to the blazing fire he’s lit on my insides.
His head is bowed on the other side of mine, so close the stubble gently brushes my cheek. His lips skate across my neck, dangerously close to my ultra-sensitive skin. “There are no saints in my world, cupcake. The faces of angels are just devils in disguise, and I am the master of them all.”
My heart beats so hard in my chest and pulsing between my legs, making me seriously regret my wardrobe choices. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to be begging him to take me on the floor. That might be exactly what he wants—me to beg.
He’s just toying with you, and you’re falling for it like a heart-stricken teenager.Fuck that. Despite my urges screaming to give into his touch, I’ve got to put a stop to this.
“I’m going to get a drink from the bar.” I pull back, and once again he grips me tighter.
“You’ll have plenty of time to chat with Marcus tomorrow during your self-defense classes,” he grits through his teeth, his face now so close to mine we are beathing in each other’s air.
I can see he’s holding something back. Is he jealous? How the hell does he know I’m going to talk to Marcus, and for that matter, why the hell does he care? He brought his own date. She was practically in his lap when I arrived.
“I’m sure I’ll get to know him even better when he takes me out on Friday,” I toy ruefully.
“You are not going on a date with him,” he growls. He stops dancing, his jaw tightens, and his fingers flex on my skin.
The hell I’m not, he doesn’t own me. I stand firm, not letting him intimidate me. We stand silently, face to face for several seconds, each one silently daring the other to balk first.
“Why?” I snap.
“You are my employee and so is he.” He says it like this is information I should already know and be prepared to abide by some kind of rule against dating in the workplace.
