I let out a sigh of relief, glad for the reprieve from the constant reminders that I wasn’t the new CEO of Harold Enterprises. Glad for the reprieve from the man who was. The man whose mission was to wind me up and watch me scramble. I shook my head, wanting to forget the whole night. I looked up at the wood-paneled wall and studied the painting on the wall. It was of a large meadow, a mixture of flowers sprawled across the field in periwinkle, white, and pale yellow. It was beautiful, and it seemed to be calming my high emotions that were reverberating through me still.
I heard the faint sound of footsteps growing louder and coming to a stop just outside the room. I knew it was Chandler without even looking, as if my body could simply sense him. It was like I had an asshole radar. I rolled my eyes as the footsteps made their way toward me.
“Leave me alone,” I said, not even bothering to look at him as he stepped beside me.
“I just want to know why you’re trying to undermine me,” he said sharply.
I whipped my head and turned to face him.
“That’swhy you came to find me?” I practically snarled at him.
He hadn’t come to apologize. He had come to berate me even more. I wanted to rip the painting from the wall and smash it over his head.
Chandler looked at me as if wondering what other reason he would come to find me.
“God forbid you apologize for what you said to me back there,” I said, motioning toward the door, my voice rising.
He scoffed.
“I assume ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t part of your vocabulary though,” I continued, my voice beginning to shake as I clenched my fists at my sides.
“I don’t apologize to entitled brats,” he said, sizing me up with his green eyes that seemed to glow even in the dim lighting.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“See? You’re too emotional to be CEO. Everyone could see the drama queen you are back at the table. Including your father. It’s probably why he didn’t give you the CEO position. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I said, shaking my head.
He seemed pleased by it, like being an asshole was some compliment. I was determined to find some way to hurt him through verbal warfare.
“You just couldn’t stand the fact that I’m a hit at this party, and you are a nobody.”
“Hardly,” he laughed out loud.
“Your ego can’t handle it. It’s too big for the small dick you probably have.” I nodded toward his crotch, not allowing my eyes to linger too long. My eyes shot back up to his. They darkened as he took a step toward me. I swallowed hard. I knew I had stepped over some invisible line.
I took a step backward, my back making contact with a pillar behind me. I had nowhere to go as Chandler closed in. He placed his hands on either side of my head and leaned in. I was trapped. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, waiting for what was going to happen next. Excited for it.
I could feel his breath against my ear, and it sent a shiver up my spine.
“I’d be happy to show you just how big my dick is,” he whispered, his voice gravelly.
I sucked in a breath as my eyes fell to his lips that were now inches from mine. I let out a small whimper before his mouth crashed against mine. My hands flew to his hair, my fingers getting tangled in the dark locks. I was surprised at how soft it was, a complete juxtaposition to the kiss we were sharing. Hard and frantic and passionate.
His tongue shoved its way into my mouth and I eagerly welcomed it, pulling his head closer to mine. I breathed him in as our tongues lashed together like they were in combat. His hands released the pillar behind me and found my upper sides, his fingers kneading into me desperately. They quickly moved to my breasts, where they stayed, causing me to let out a throaty moan.
My hands left his head and moved down the length of his solid back, pulling him at the waist. I was desperate for him to be closer. As his body pressed against mine, I could feel just hownotsmall he was as his erection pressed against me through his pants. Fuck.
He pulled his mouth from mine and dipped his head, pressing his lips against my collarbone with wet kisses. His mouth moved lower, trailing along the low neckline of my dress. He reached up and pulled at the fabric, shoving it down, freeing my bare breasts. His eyes widened as they gazed at them. If he looked hungry before, now he looked downright ravenous.
He parted his lips and leaned in, surrounded each nipple, sucking lightly. I tossed my head back, making contact with the pillar behind me. The pain dissipated quickly as he continued to swirl his tongue around each breast, as his large hands cupped around them, massaging them. I gripped his head, pulling him in, begging for more.
He nipped one nipple, pulling an audible gasp from deep inside me. He released and looked up at me slyly. I stared at that smile. I wanted to taste him again. As if reading my mind, he stood up and leaned in. He took my lips in between his teeth, and pulled gently before releasing and plunging his tongue into my mouth.
His hands traveled from my breasts down to the skirt of my dress. He pulled at layers of fabric, trying to find where it ended. He shoved my dress up, his hands finding my hips and his fingers pressing into my soft flesh. He lifted me up against the pillar and I wrapped my legs around him, the flowy black fabric flooding around me.
As I clung to him, his hands left my hips and trailed up my outer thighs, making their way inward. I held onto him tighter as his fingers began moving up my inner thighs. Slowly. Torturously. They lightly brushed against the lace of my thong and stopped there.
