“It matters.”
She huffs a laugh. “The third floor.”
At least it’s not ground level, but still. “Not a great area, especially for a single woman.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Who said I’m single?”
Heat flickers under my skin. “You’re right. I assumed. Are you single?”
She leans forward, chin tipped up. “I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to ask employees that.”
A laugh rumbles from my chest. “Don’t you think we’re past that, solnyshko? You were grinding on my cock a few days ago. Pretty sure HR went out the window when you came all over my lap.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. Points for that. “I was hoping we could forget it ever happened.”
“Not a chance in hell.” She opens her mouth to argue, but I don’t give her time. “Answer the question. Are you single?”
Even if there is a boyfriend, he won’t be around much longer.
Her chin lifts. “I’m single, but I don’t need a man to take care of me. I’m doing just fine on my own.”
“Does your building have a doorman?”
She blinks at the subject change. “No. Why are you asking me this?”
“Security cameras?”
“I don’t think…” She stops herself, eyes narrowing. “Seriously, this is weird. You don’t need to know any of this.”
“Your apartment door? Decent lock? Deadbolt?”
Exasperated, she crosses her arms. “I… yes? I mean, it locks. Are we done with the interrogation or do you need my blood type too?”
My molars grind together. No security in that neighborhood. She might as well paint a target on her back.
“How do you plan on getting home after your shifts?”
“The same way everyone else does. The subway.”
My grip tightens on the pen. “No.”
Her eyebrows rise. “How your employees get home isn’t your concern.”
She’s right. It’s not. Before tonight, I couldn’t have cared less how our staff got home.
But the thought of her alone on the subway, walking darkened streets at two in the morning, makes a violent urge twist behind my ribs.
“Here’s how it’s going to work. One of my drivers will take you home after every shift. He’ll wait until you’re inside the building before leaving.”
She opens her mouth to protest, I’m sure, but I cut her off. “It’s non-negotiable.”
Jaw tight, she bites back an argument. Finally she exhales through her nose. “Okay. Thank you, I guess.”
I shrug out of my suit jacket and drape it over the back of my chair. Roll my sleeves to my elbows, one at a time, revealing the tattoos covering both forearms. Her gaze drops to the ink, lingering on my forearms and the veins running beneath. I know what she’s thinking about.
The same thing I’ve been replaying for three days. Her straddling my lap, my hands on her hips, the way she felt grinding against me. Her perfect tits pressed against my chest while she rode me through our clothes.
I clear my throat and her attention snaps to my face. A flush creeps up her neck.
