Obeying Mr Kingsley (The Obsidian #2)

CHAPTER ONE

LEXI

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“Good morning, Mr. Kingsley,”

“Good morning, Ms. Grant,” Mason replies, glancing away from his screen, his eyes roaming the length of my body.

As it does every morning.

“Will you be wanting your dry cleaning picked up? Perhaps some lunch?”

“No.” His brows dip, confused and frustrated.

Mason never asks me to do any of those things, but I like playing with him.

The chemistry between us is off the charts, and while neither of us plans to act on it, subtly flirting with him has become one of my favorite pastimes.

That and shopping of course.

While I might fantasize about climbing on his desk and offering to clear his schedule, if you know what I mean, I need this job.

God, do I need this job.

Visiting Emily in America was timely, let’s just say that.

I never planned to stay, and so the turn of events which led me to accepting this job was more than fated. I am very lucky.

Plus, I get to work with this handsome billionaire every day and tease him. What’s not to love about that?

“All right, then, do you have any other services you require from me today, Mr. Kingsley?”

He sighs, turns his body fully toward me and points at the door. “Get out, Lexi.”

I grin, spin and then walk slowly out of his spacious Manhattan office, making sure my ass sways seductively as I go.

“Lexi,” Mason warns in a low growl.

“Yes,” I ask at the doorway, turning and biting my nail.

“Stop.”

God, it’s fun watching him squirm, but I know when he uses that tone, it’s time to push pause. Stop? Absolutely not.

I’m not a quitter.

And he’s far too sexy for me to pretend I don’t want to strip naked and let him have his way with me.

Oh, if only...

“Fine. Your nine o’clock meeting is running ten minutes late, and I’ll have the reports to you by midday as requested.”

“Better.” He nods as his eyes dip to my breasts.

“Seriously?” I cross my arms in a huff.

Talk about double standards.

Mason grabs his phone. “Then stop wearing...” he waves out his hand at me.

“Clothes?” I lift a brow.

“Jesus, Lexi,” he snaps. “Go do some work.”

This is what it’s like every day.

A tug and pull between us as we both pretend to be professional when all we want to do is fuck like rabbits.

I might be putting thoughts in his head.

But I’m almost certain Mason wants to fuck me on his desk like I’m his naughty personal assistant.

Because I am.

And I would.

But I can’t.

And around and around we go.

Like I said, I need this job desperately. More than anyone realizes. A more sensible person might stop the games, but I’ve never been sensible.

It’s been two weeks since I started working at Obsidian Nexus Technologies and almost three since I arrived in New York from London.

My best friend is now engaged to her prince—a grouchy prince—and expecting a child, while I’m now living in her old apartment.

Emily has started studying urban planning and seems to have her whole life planned out. A far cry from the girl who jumped on a plane to the United States just a few months ago to prove to her dad she wasn’t a loser. That loser snagged herself a hot billionaire, and I love teasing her about it.

Sebastian gets hot under the collar when he hears me say that, but then again, when doesn’t he? Like I said, he’s a grouchy prince.

Em was supposed to start working for Mason but, long story short, she didn’t have any experience working with software applications. I did.

I saw the opportunity and jumped at it, and spontaneously Mason offered me the job. No reference checking and he almost begged me to start the following Monday.

Little did he know, he saved my bacon.

I thought I’d end up waiting tables or tending bar while in America. Living off tips and lying to everyone.

I still am, but for now that’s not important.

I expected my days in the Big Apple to be filled with shopping and nights spent with a sexy firefighter or Wall Street broker. That isn’t how things have worked out.

Meeting Mason has been both a blessing and a curse. I secured an excellent job working for him, but I also don’t seem to find any other man attractive.

This is a problem.

Let’s go back, and let me explain.

The day after accepting the PA role, we all went out for Emily’s birthday. The champagne was flowing, and Mason and I ended up on the dance floor, sparks flying all over the place.

“Can we dance before you officially become my boss?” I slid my long-painted nail down his Armani shirt, wiggling my hips way too close to his.

And the thing in between.

Yeah, I think you know what part I mean.

His cock.

I mean his cock.

Good...okay, let’s carry on.

“Are those the rules we’re setting?” Mason smirked, gripping my finger to stop it, as if knowing I wasn’t the kind of girl to stop halfway.

He was right.

“I’m not a fan of rules,” I purred, the champagne pulsing through my veins making me bold.

Like I need encouragement.

I don’t.

“And I’m not a fan of the clothes covering your fun bits, but here we are.” Mason grinned, then spun me around, and my god, I loved how he took control and led me to the dancefloor.

The alpha vibes rolling off him were so damn sexy I nearly obliged and removed said clothes. That is what a good personal assistant would do, right?

Jokes.

It’s safe to say I was very attracted to this man that night, and after three very sexy and erotic dances, the frustration in both our eyes was clear.

We couldn’t act on it.

My panties were wet, his erection was not even trying to hide itself, and we had a lot of alcohol in our systems tempting us to make a bad decision.

Thankfully, my experience back in London was fresh enough for me to mostly keep my head.

That didn’t stop Mason’s large, wonderful hands from gripping my hips, his hungry gaze on my mouth and roaming my body as he licked his lips and took in my breasts.

His groans in my ear told me that if we hadn’t signed an employment contract yesterday, I’d be going home with him and bent over his sofa.

Or fucking him in the bathroom.

I would have said yes to both happily.

If it weren’t for my situation.

Then, Sebastian proposed to Emily, and after celebrating, the happy couple left me with Mason, Colt, Zander and Drew. Soon after, Mason and I found ourselves alone.

“So,” I said provocatively, leaning against the bar, sipping a much-needed glass of water.

Mason handed his black card to the bartender and paid the bill. Dropping the pen after signing, he turned, mirrored my stance and his crystal-blue eyes slid down my body.

“If I didn’t need a PA so bad, I’d rip up that contract and f—”

I lifted my finger to his mouth and pressed.

His nostrils flared.

“Good night, Mason,” I purred, leaning in as my finger slid away. “I will see you on Monday.”

I knew exactly what would happen if I let it go any further. Oh, I wanted it to—my entire body was pulsing with the need for him to touch me and so much more.

Oh, god, so much more.

But I’d already lost my job because of a man and his cock—that’s a very summary version of what happened—so I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Unfortunately, that gift horse was Mason Kingsley. I needed the job he offered much more than what would unquestionably be the most incredible orgasm of my life.

It took him a split second to follow me out of the bar, after grabbing his jacket. He called out, “Stop. I’m seeing you home safely.”

I kept walking.

Stepping outside onto the sidewalk, I breathed in the fresh, cool air.

If I got in a car with him, I knew neither of us would stop. A line would be crossed, and then things would be messy.

“Lexi,” Mason pushed around two patrons and stopped in front of me. His six-four height, slightly tousled dark hair and wide chest were so tempting.

So damn tempting.

I knew right then, if I didn’t draw a line, Mason wouldn’t. At least I wasn’t sure he would.

“This isn’t a date.” I glanced away from those ice-blue eyes, not willing to melt into them.

Not willing to let myself imagine what would take place if I went home with him. If he took my clothes off. If he pulled me onto his lap and his thick cock slid inside my pussy after tugging my panties aside.

Nope, couldn’t go there.

“Never said it was.” His brows bunched, annoyed at my sudden change of tact.

“You going to walk me home and kiss me in the doorway, Mason? Then have me sit on your lap on Monday and do dictation?” I lifted a brow, bringing him back to reality.

“Jesus, Lexi.” He rubbed a hand over his face.

“Fine, no one does dictation, but remember I’ll be your PA in a few days’ time.” I poked his shoulder and winked.

I hated myself for killing the vibe, but it was that or end up working at a bar or café on my feet doing long, ungrateful hours.

Now that Emily was engaged to Sebastian, I knew she wouldn’t be leaving New York anytime soon. Or ever. I needed to stay in the USA. I needed the job.

Anyone else would do reference checks on me. It went without saying I wouldn’t get the job.

Not now.

I can’t go back to England.

Drunk Mason would thank me on Monday, so I knew it was the right thing to do.

“Get in the car,” He led me across the sidewalk into a black town car, which magically seemed to appear.

When the door closed and it was just the two of us—me and his enormous, beautiful body next to mine. I made the mistake of glancing up into those icy blue eyes. They had powers most men didn’t possess. They could melt panties and make a girl beg.

Swallowing, I waited for him to kiss me.

He didn’t.

I was disappointed regardless.

When we reached my apartment building, he led me to the elevator with his hand in the small of my back. It felt like the end of a date. Butterflies filled my tummy.

I wasn’t sure if I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman or Dakota Johnson in Fifty Shades. Both of them got a lot more action than I was going to get from their billionaire lovers.

A reminder I needed to screw my head on.

Emily had created her fairytale man, but that didn’t mean it would work out like that for me. We might be best friends, but I was in a pickle that I wasn’t sure I could crawl myself out of.

Mason Kingsley wasn’t going to fall in love with me. And frankly, I had more important things to focus on.

We stood by the elevator. Close. The heat from our bodies creating an inferno.

I felt more than saw him glance down at me. I lifted my face.

Mason cursed.

Ping.

I darted forward before we both made the wrong decision.

“Don’t be late on Monday.” Mason slid his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his feet.

“I’m an early bird.” I held the doors open with my hand. “Thanks, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Being a gentleman.”

He blew out a breath, tugging one hand out of his pocket and rubbing his forehead. “Honestly, I’m expecting a sainthood. You are... Jesus. Go. Before I stop being one.”

I reluctantly let the doors closed.

Then regretted it immediately.

I hadn’t been late on Monday morning, nor a single time for the two weeks since starting as Mason’s PA. Our sexual tension is off the charts, and while I enjoy taunting him, I need to stop.

The thing is, I’ve said no to one firefighter, two cops, one Wall Street trader and an accountant. Why? Because they weren’t Mason.

Mason...my boss.

And that is a problem.

I need to stay in New York for Emily’s upcoming wedding, and I need this job. If I keep it for long enough, future employment opportunities will focus on Nexus Obsidian references and not my former role in England.

Problem solved.

Well, aside from the fact I was used as a scapegoat...but when you’re in survival mode, you take what wins you can.

So, that’s my plan.

The entire thing.

Meaning, Mason Kingsley is the last man on earth I should desire and be innocently flirting with.

All I need to do is not sleep with him.