Anger spiking, I take a step out toward her, and finally she looks up, as though I’ve startled her.
“My office,” I bite out. “Now.”
She smirks at me as if she’s got better things to do than be ordered around, and I go back inside, holding onto the handlewith a white-knuckled grip, as, eventually, she walks through the door.
Christ, that scent.
It’s like all my favorite perfumes mixed together, and I want to grab her and shove her over a chair right now.
I close the door firmly, sliding the lock into place as she goes to stand in front of my desk. She looks around the room with interest, examining the large sculpture of the dice I had commissioned for it.
“Did you use to run a casino or something?” she asks, and I lean against my desk, watching her hazel eyes moving about the room, taking everything in.
“I used to work at a casino, actually, before I opened up my first nightclub.”
Among other things.
“Lucrative,” she mutters sarcastically, and to my extreme annoyance, the same feeling of amusement rises in my chest.
Insolent little shit.
“How are you liking the job? Because you seem to have pissed off half my staff.”
“Only half? I’m slipping,” she replies dryly.
There’s a causticness to her voice that should rile me, but somehow that flicker of amusement remains as I stare her down.
“Take off your shoes.”
She looks at me, the same defiance in her eyes as I saw in the conference room.
Yeah, this isn’t going to work long term, but at least I’ll have her sit on my dick before she leaves.
After a long pause, she bends down and unwinds the straps from her shapely ankles and steps out of them.
“Bend over my desk,” I say, waiting for her to blush or fidget, but instead she’s utterly still, running her eyes over the surface of the desk, and then she actuallyshrugs.
“I don’t think so.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not bending over that desk to have you fuck me like some animal.”
“You’re an escort.”
“Yes. Do you not understand the term? You haven’t hired some cheap sex worker outside a strip club. Sterling House is elite; you treat me with respect or not at all.”
I consider calling Pippa and having her fired on the spot, but even as the rage at her gall rises, another emotion takes over.
I need to win. Just once. I need to make her do what I tell her, and then I’ll terminate the contract, and she can go and refuse to fuck some other guy.
“Are you seriously not going to let me touch you?”
“Not right now, no, I barely know you.”
“I don’t think that’s relevant.”
“Which part of your body had thatthought, exactly?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.
