Page 53 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

The last person finally left, plunging the room into a deathly silence.

Genevieve focused her attention on the journal in front of her.

“Closer.”

She raised her head. “I can hear you from here.”

My blood grew hotter. “And I asked you to come closer.”

She indulged me in a brief staredown before making her way to the head of the table in slow, measured steps, the sound of her heels echoing through the quiet room.

“What is your position?” I asked when she stopped two chairs away.

“Your personal assistant.”

“And what does that require from you?”

She swallowed, rolling back her shoulders. “To assist you.”

I stood from my chair, taking slow steps towards her and enjoying the shift in her demeanor. I stopped a seat away from her. “And what part of that entails flirting with coworkers during a meeting?”

Her eyes flared, but she still didn’t look at me. “I wasn’t flirting with him.”

“Really? Could’ve fooled me with the puppy eyes and giggles.”

“There’s nowhere it states that I cannot make friends with coworkers.”

“Was that what it was? Making friends?” I spat out the words with the level of bitterness they left on my tongue. “He touched you.”

She finally looked at me, her eyes almost burning. “And what is it to you?”

“No one touches what is mine, Genevieve.”

Her eyes hardened. “I am not yours.”

I smirked. “And that’s where you’re wrong, little bird. You’ve been mine since you offered up your virgin pussy to me, and no one gets to breathe in your direction or touch you.”

“It was one sex.” She snapped. “A night of flawed judgement, and I’m not an object you get to own.”

My jaw tightened, muscles filled with tension. “The way your pussy begged to be taken would plead to differ.”

She scoffed. “That was purely biology; it would react that way to the next man.”

Red coloured my vision. “So if I dipped my finger inside you, I wouldn’t find you hot and dripping?”

She lifted her head, staring me in the eye. “And how sure are you it wouldn’t be leftovers from my reaction to him?”

My body acted before I was done processing her words, my hand wrapping around her throat.

I was acting out on pure rage and blinding lust, but I couldn’t care less. She wanted to play games, so she should be ready for the consequences.

I turned her around, caging her body between me and the table. “If that was a desperate stunt to get my attention,” I pressed my boner into her butt, “then congratulations, you’ve got it.”

“Not everything revolves around you.” She bit back despite the shudder rattling her body.

“We’ll find out about that.”

I pushed her body onto the table. I would’ve made time to admire the way her legs stretched in those ridiculously high heels of hers and her heart-shaped ass on top, but I was burning with anger and need.