I was standing next to my desk, not wanting to be sitting when Logan came in.
I didn’t want him to catch me off-guard. I was as prepared as I could be for the awful confrontation.
But Logan never came.
Instead, I saw the legal team carrying boxes, escorting him down the hall like a flock of busy blackbirds. Chirping different things while he talked to them in a clipped, annoyed tone.
With boxes? I watched them. Turning my head to follow their progress past the glass walls of my office.
It was only a few minutes after that, while I was still standing there bemusedly, that Kane entered the office in his fine suit. But his mouth was tight and he looked a bit saddened.
Nita’s face was unreadable.
At least for me.
I don’t know her well enough yet.
“What happened?” I asked quickly. Afraid to move.
Afraid something bad was going to happen.
Kane stopped just inside the office.
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“Well,” Nita slapped my desk. “My work is done.” She stood and rounded on Kane. “This one is going to cost you.” She pointed at him. He smiled fondly at her. “Slow barbecued ribs, I remember. Long as you make some of that potato salad.” She slapped his shoulder when she was next to him. “Of course.” She stretched sideways to give his cheek a light peck as though he were a brother before smoothly exiting the office. “She’s a pitbull.” I shook my head in wonder. “You should’ve seen her in the courtroom.” Kane shook his head in disbelief. Settling his suit jacket over his chest. “It was so brutal, I was uncomfortable for Logan.” “Well, I’m glad someone was. Because he certainly wasn’t.” He nodded grudgingly at that. “Well, he’ll have plenty of time to think about it, with his wages cut and sitting at home, trying to find other ways to access beautiful, capable, women.” He walked over to stand befor
"Careful pup, don't bite." He closed in on me to tower over me. "Hounds in heat shouldn't antagonize the big dog."I glared up at him. Catching that woodsy cologne again. And for some reason it was disorienting me now, combined with the rest of him. My eyes roved down over his frame, knowing now that he was wound with muscle and coated in sexy tattoos."So, which am I?" I challenged. "A pup or the bitch in heat?"He dropped his face to me. "You tell me."I reared back. That'd sounded perilously close to a come on. From Porter?Okay, clearly, he's not at all who I thought he was."I'm your boss!""Not here you're not." He took another predatory step toward me, forcing me to retreat before he stepped on my foot. He chased my movements. "Here you're a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you're going to get."What am I going to get? I almost wanted to ask the question. Nearly dying with curiosity now."What are you go
It's been flagged. That was all I could think as I quietly stared at the computer screen. My stomach lodged somewhere in my high heels.A blinking cursor clicked on the account I'd quietly been skimming from, over the last year.He noticed.I swallowed hard. My eyes roving over the numbers before sliding to the man sitting behind a desk across from me, then dropping back to the screen in alarm.He seemed oblivious to the fact that I was nearly pissing myself behind my desk.How did he find out?I need to see the hardcopy. I decided frantically. Panic climbing with every loud boom of my heart.What if he tells the CEO?This wasn't how I had expected my morning to go.It had been so normal when I woke up. I'd had no idea that my entire life might crumble with the click of one email.Nor that Porter, of all people, would be the one to destroy me.40 Minutes Earlier:I woke that morning to see that I had seven missed calls from Mike the night before. Not uncommon. He'd been being an assho
I twisted out of my seat and scooted it aside to reach up on the shelf and pull down the hard file for the Meridian account off the shelf of blue folders that indicated our bigger shareholders.Logan Walker is a bigger shareholder.Porter came over. His tall frame towering over me as he reached for another folder on the shelf above. His arm brushing mine as he reached. His chest nearly against my back.I glanced over my other shoulder to see I still had the file up on the screen. Nervous he'd see it was up and suspect I was more alarmed about this account then I should be.Though he paid no more attention to that fact, than he did the birds outside the window.He doesn't see anything but the folders.He stepped next to me and flipped the one he held open to scan a few pages before setting it back on the shelf and pulling another one off to take back to his desk.Leaving the scent of some woodsy cologne in his wake.Calm down. I told myself. Trying to rationalize.Logan is the danger.
Rita came in and lifted the coffee pot.Porter lifted his mug for her to fill.She poured it prettily and he murmured thanks.I'd have sworn she blushed before she walked back to her desk to pour her own.Kelly entered next. Beelining for his desk with a yellow folder in hand. She leaned a hip on his desk in much the same way Logan had done to me. Twisting to tap her pen under some numbers. "How do I consolidate these?"Her short skirt had slid up to mid-thigh and with her other leg on the floor, he was being offered quite a view.She probably figures Porter won't even notice.He's barely human.But apparently he did notice.He delicately flattened the back of his hand against her knee and swept it down off his desk like it was a bit of dust.She frowned but turned to lean over near him. Explaining the problem she was having.He pushed those silver glasses up and hardly spared her a glance as he pointed to several places on the spreadsheet before slapping the file closed and thrusting
My head shot up. "How do you know I am?"He didn't look up from the desk though he pushed his glasses up again. "Everything you've snacked on for two weeks has KETO written on it somewhere."I blinked at him. Rather surprised he'd noticed. "Fair assessment."He grunted but said nothing more. Putting in a few more numbers.I eyed Porter, vaguely impressed that he'd noticed. I didn't think he even looked up from that desk.Ever.I sat back in my seat, watching him scribble. Not seeing the potential for a bouncer of the most dangerous club in town. Seeing the broad rimmed glasses wearing nerd that barely made it out of his house without stumbling over his shoelaces.I crossed the distance across the room, my heels clicking and my tight skirt swishing as I got there. Leaning over the corner of the desk to peer down at him.He paused his scribbling to eye me over the top of those thick rimmed glasses.Who made those things?NASA?"The Meridian account.""Yes." He said slowly. Sitting back
"But-" I gasped and took a pleading step toward her.She lifted a staying hand that stopped me."I know. I've already tried everything. But with your past due. They won't do the surgery without it."I stared at her, breathing raggedly in misery."She needs that surgery, Angel." She urged.I know!"Can they really do that?""They can in this state." She nodded.No!"Elizabeth...""I've already stalled all I can. $5,000 tomorrow or they won't do it. Before surgery." Her words stuck me like blades."I..."She was already walking away.Where the hell am I going to get that?I couldn't possibly take it from the Meridian account like I had before. Logan will definitely miss it ontop of the $20,000 he already is.I chewed my lip until it bled on the Taxi ride home. Feeling utterly hopeless. What am I going to do?I knew I could ask Logan. But it was highly likely he'd refuse. Or if he said yes, it would be in exchange for something utterly filthy. And even if I did that and he went to pull f
"Ain't?"He turned the key in the door and pushed it open. Blinking slowly at me as if I were stupid for pointing it out. He ducked his head and took his glasses off. Dropping them into his palm.Oh, my God. He took them off! I was hoping a red cape might unravel from his back. That seemed just as likely to me as him ever taking those stupid things off."Why are you here?" He asked again."You mentioned I should just take the money from my savings.""Seems wise to me." He crossed the room and ducked into a side room.Bedroom probably.But my eyes were drawn to the room around me. Weights were hung on shelves near the door. The floor was barren except for a small rug outside the door he'd went in and one further down a short hallway.Bathroom. I guessed.Everything was monochrome. Neat and tidy.Like being in the mind of a serial killer. My eyes widened and I stared at his doorway. Wondering if I should run while I could.If he came out of that room squeezing a spurting needle, I was o
“Well,” Nita slapped my desk. “My work is done.” She stood and rounded on Kane. “This one is going to cost you.” She pointed at him. He smiled fondly at her. “Slow barbecued ribs, I remember. Long as you make some of that potato salad.” She slapped his shoulder when she was next to him. “Of course.” She stretched sideways to give his cheek a light peck as though he were a brother before smoothly exiting the office. “She’s a pitbull.” I shook my head in wonder. “You should’ve seen her in the courtroom.” Kane shook his head in disbelief. Settling his suit jacket over his chest. “It was so brutal, I was uncomfortable for Logan.” “Well, I’m glad someone was. Because he certainly wasn’t.” He nodded grudgingly at that. “Well, he’ll have plenty of time to think about it, with his wages cut and sitting at home, trying to find other ways to access beautiful, capable, women.” He walked over to stand befor
I was standing next to my desk, not wanting to be sitting when Logan came in. I didn’t want him to catch me off-guard. I was as prepared as I could be for the awful confrontation. But Logan never came. Instead, I saw the legal team carrying boxes, escorting him down the hall like a flock of busy blackbirds. Chirping different things while he talked to them in a clipped, annoyed tone. With boxes? I watched them. Turning my head to follow their progress past the glass walls of my office. It was only a few minutes after that, while I was still standing there bemusedly, that Kane entered the office in his fine suit. But his mouth was tight and he looked a bit saddened. Nita’s face was unreadable. At least for me. I don’t know her well enough yet. “What happened?” I asked quickly. Afraid to move. Afraid something bad was going to happen. Kane stopped just inside the office. B
His warm weight was along my back. His legs molding my legs as he slid his erection along the crack of my ass. Stroking himself in the warm crease. Getting harder by the second. He swept one arm beneath my ribs to lift me slightly. The other was along the front of my chest, just below my neck. Holding me where I was while he kissed my ears and cheek. When he lowered enough to straighten his cock and slide it into my entrance it was that warm, stretching relief. The feeling of satiation that only he could offer. My body superheated. And he stroked into me. Holding me to him as though he intended to never let me go. Eventually his hands molded along my biceps so he could lean up. Holding me there while he angled in more deeply. “Ahh.” I cried in surprise, feeling the sudden depth of him touching me more deeply. He rolled his hips forward, testing his length in my channel. Finding the objecting barr
“You don’t have to go, you know?” “I do.” Kane said flatly. I said nothing. Unsure what to say. “It is absolutely about protecting you.” He read my thoughts. “But it’s more than that.” I waited. Intrigued. “The way he treats people in this office is deplorable. Threatening, groping, demeaning. Now woman deserves that.” For the first time, it dawned on me that he was right. I’m not the only one he sexually harassed. It was how Logan had often coaxed women to his bed. But not every woman in the Chase and Walker departments was a whore. So, how many could he have tried to bully into his bed. My eyes widened and my stomach got a little sick. Perhaps, I was to blame for that. My silence, for fear of Logan kicking me out of the company, might’ve exposed other woman to Logan’s shit treatment. Kane was reading my features. Something he was getting rather good at. “Don’t you dare
“To think, I once thought you…Safe.” I said ruefully. Safe…I was shaking my head at myself. How many times had I thought how silly that word was, in application to him? He lifted his head in surprise. “I am safe.” I searched his face. Sensing the severity in his meaning. “For you.” He vowed. “I will never hurt you, Angel. If you stay by my side, I’ll give you everything.” I nodded. Sensing the deep sincerity. As if he was now offering me everything he’d yearned to give me back then. “You were enough then too, Kane. You know that?” It was something that really needed saying. His brow furrowed. As if in doubt. I felt the immediate need to reassure him. As he would me. “When you were, K.P.” I explained. “You were enough. I was just too young and dumb to see it.” He laughed and dropped sideways over me. “Isn’t that the story of everyone’s life?”
I licked my lips but found this even harder to admit. He leaned over me, pushing that finger in further as he began to move it with his hips, simulating what he’d soon be doing to me. Now he could whisper into the shell of my ear. “All tied up and whimpering. Unable to stop me while I take you…” My back jerked upward and I nearly came, but he pulled that finger away. Making me growl in frustration and writhe furiously. But before the sound had even reached completion, he’d replaced that finger with his long pulsing member. Which was starving to intrude into my tight channel. Pulling my walls apart as it delved into my very center. Reminding me how powerful he was in this moment. How easy it would be for him to hurt me if he stretched just a little too far. He’s long enough to do it. He could destroy me. Hurt me irreparably. He could scratch me, bite me. Things I’d always feared Logan might try to do, every tim
I almost couldn’t believe I’d admitted out loud. That I want to belong to him. I could imagine life with Kane being just what he’d shown me so far. Pleasant evenings in his blue jeans making dinner together, drinking sweet wines, going for drives in his fancy blue spider that smelled of leather and his woodsy cologne, even him going off to do what was needed at the Red Tar while I waited eagerly for him to return. Keeping his bed warm. Then waking to blearily watch him pull on his shorts to go for his run. Then falling back asleep until my alarm blared. Then rising and going to the kitchen to get my thermos, already full and warm and steaming with the fresh brew, he made me every morning. Walking into that office and seeing his handsome features across from me. Knowing he’s mine. And I’m his. That was getting me wet. All of it. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Watching his f
My wrists strained at the bit of Velcro and buckles, wanting so badly to touch him. I was finding it incredibly hard to track all he was saying. “Wh-what do y-you want, Kane?” “You. No resistance, no distance. You. Bare, vulnerable.” He caught my breast and squeezed its shape in a sensual motion as he finished. “Mine.” He was watching my face intently. Parting his lips as I parted mine. Watching each nuance of my expression. His lips nearly against mine as I writhed and tipped my head back. Trying to escape the intensity of the situation in tiny increments. Both aroused and resistant to being so exposed. “Stop.” I laughed. He growled hungrily and dipped his head to kiss me. A deep, probing kiss. While he moved his finger in slow circles inside me. I moaned uninhibitedly and he swallowed the sound. Twirling my tongue, with his. A reflection of the motion his finger was doing. Stretching me and warming me. Making me moister by the minute as I ye
I caught the stool and turned it. Pointing his knees at me. I swept my hair back into a ponytail and began lowering before him. He set the fork down and turned slightly to offer me more. His eyes riveted on me. His lips parted and I looked up, observing his face as I wrapped my lips around the knobbed tip of him. Letting my soft lips glide over the tip and take him fully into my cheek. Tucking my teeth and rubbing along the side of him with my tongue. He gave a long groan of pleasure. “Holy shit.” “You like that?” I lifted my head to whisper. “I fucking love it. More.” He caught my head and guided me back down to him. I obediently put my mouth back on him. Drawing him in further, until I felt him just brushing the back of my throat. The chair creaked as his ass flexed. Straining to push him deeper into me. “It’s so hot.” He panted in objection to the raging temperature combining with what I was doing to him. I c