6. Entirely Inappropriate
Sacha
I knew her silhouette the moment I saw it through my tinted car window. I couldn’t just leave her stranded in the terrible weather.
Now, she’s beside me, unbearably close, her warmth sinking into my thigh where our legs brush. Her forest scent invading my nose. She looks at me sheepishly through her dark lashes. She’s wet, and vulnerable, like a defenseless doe alone in the woods, and in this flimsy outfit I bet I could have her completely unclothed in seconds. I could drag her across the seat into my waiting lap, tug up that skirt, finally find out what gets her pussy wet, have her begging me to cum inside her?—
I crack open my window eager for a breath of untainted air to clear my head, and hope she doesn’t notice that a small amount of rain slips in.
“I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t thinking. If I’d realized it was you, I wouldn’t have?—”
“Called me a fuckstick?” I finish for her.
“You heard that part?” She grimaces. “That wasn’t really meant for you, sir. Obviously, I don’t think you are a fuckstick. Or maybe it’s not obvious, but I certainly would like for it to be obvious.” Her little nervous rambles are endearing. I think I like making her a little nervous.
“It’s fine, Ms. Thorn,” I assure her; she rewards me with a small smile, it’s even nicer than the ramble.
“What are you doing in this part of town?” she asks.
“I was just heading to dinner.” I’m not willing to admit I heard her mention her favorite restaurant the other day and wanted to try it myself. “You?”
“Leaving it.” She takes a deep breath, her breast rising and falling under her flimsy wet top. She isn’t wearing a bra tonight. I do not have to look hard to notice the exact size, shape and location of her nipples. I can’t help wondering what they taste like. One quick tug is all it would take. She’d be totally exposed, I could have my mouth on her breasts in moments, and?—
I tear my eyes from her chest.
“Special occasion?” I gesture at her outfit.
“It was supposed to be.”
“You look nice.”
“Please, I look like an absolute mess.” She chuckles and wipes at the makeup smeared under her eyes. Shivering she tugs her light jacket tighter across her chest.
“You don’t,” I say. Her face softens just a little. “You look—cold.” I shrug off my own jacket and drape it over her, hoping to remove a small amount of my temptation.
“Mr. Kwatch, I don’t want to get your clothes wet.” She protests lightly, but tugs the jacket a little closer. Putting her scent on it, putting my scent on her. My mate. A little shiver of excitement chases up my spine.
I wave my hand dismissively. “Where are you headed now?”
“Home,” she admits.
“Where is that?”
“Please, don’t go out of your way for me, sir.”
My cock jumps every time she calls me sir. “I won’t leave you stranded in this weather.”
“Really. I can walk. It’s just a few blocks from here, on Pine.”
I pass the directions on to my driver. Bay gives me a soft smile, and my chest squeezes. I could easily slip my hand up her thigh, shove beneath that skirt, have her riding my hand until she?—
My phone buzzes in my pocket—another notification, another email. I glare at the screen. Another inane work question. I type a quick clarifying response and press send before catching Bailey’s eye again.
“Did yours survive?” I ask. She gives me a questioning look, and I point to the phone in her hand. “Being thrown across the sidewalk?”
“It wasn’t thrown. I dropped it a reasonable distance.” She sticks her nose in the air before glancing down with a scowl and admitting, “I don’t think it survived. I can get a new one with my paycheck on Friday.”
“Friday? I can give you a new phone now.”
“I can buy my own, sir.”
I shift my legs as my cock twitches. “I get them for free all the time.” I pull an unopened box from the armrest of the car. “Everyone wants the owner of the largest computer security company to be seen using their phone.”
“You can’t do that.” She seems surprised at the offer.
“I can. I never got a free phone handed to me when I actually needed one. People who get the most free stuff are usually the people who need free stuff the least.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t accept a gift from you.”
“It’s not a gift, it’s a necessity. I need to be able to contact my assistant at any time. I need you available to me.”
I press the box into her hands, her small fingers wrap around it.
“Thanks.” Her lips turn up slightly. They are painted bright pink today. I briefly picture them wrapped around my cock before I manage to pull myself together again. Her scent in this small car is going to drive me to madness.
I’d give Bailey a new phone and a ride even if I wasn’t madly in love with her. I would have done it for Mrs. Morton, or the assistant before her, or the one before him. Whatever their names were, I would have helped them if I’d found them stranded in a similar situation.
I’m not doing anything inappropriate.
Bailey’s hand shifts on the seat between us, our fingers brush briefly, sending a jolt through my body that is entirely inappropriate.
Her blue eyes lock on mine. Maybe it’s my imagination, but there’s something more than just gratitude in that look. Can she feel the mating bond? I didn’t think that humans had them, but—the town car rolls to a stop. She rips her gaze away, and the spell is broken.
“Let me walk you inside.” I pull out an umbrella from under the seat. “Another benefit of being rich, someone else is paid to keep your car stocked with the essentials.”