Chapter 38
RENéE
I stepped into the sleek lobby of the office building, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. Two weeks back into job hunting and nothing but rejection emails. I wasn’t sure if it was the economy or just my luck, but things weren’t looking up. Still, I wasn’t about to quit now.
The assistant greeted me with a bright smile as I approached the reception desk. Oddly enough, the waiting area was empty—no other candidates in sight. Was I late? Or was this firm so terrible no one else bothered to show up?
“Ms. Margot, please follow me,” the assistant said, motioning me toward the corridor.
“Thank you,” I replied, keeping my tone professional, though my curiosity was piqued.
As we walked, he glanced back and added, “Mr. Densmore is waiting for you. Best of luck!”
Densmore?
I muttered a polite “Thank you” as she left me standing outside an office door. Taking a breath, I knocked and stepped in.
And there he was, just as I had suspected. Javier.
He was lounging behind a massive desk, a smirk so smug it could have powered the entire city’s electrical grid. His tailored suit hugged his frame perfectly, the sharp cut of the fabric accentuating every line of his body. The way he leaned back, hands clasped together, radiated an effortless control that made my heart skip a beat. I would never get used to this.
“Javier,” I said, raising an eyebrow. My tone was sharp, but the warmth pooling in my stomach betrayed me.
It had been four days since I last saw him. He’d left the city for work, vanishing into one of his trips. I hadn’t even known he was back. Seeing him now, seated there like he owned not just the office but the air I was breathing, was like flipping a switch. Things between us had settled into a rhythm—normal enough, even though I wasn’t living with him yet.
“Good morning, Ms. Margot.” He stood, smooth and slow, his voice dripping with that infuriating mix of charm and arrogance. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
So, this was how he wanted to play it. Fine. I plastered on my most professional smile and said, “Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Densmore.” My voice was light and polite—a perfect match to his faux professionalism.
His eyes gleamed as he walked around the desk toward me. “It took you long enough to finally find your way here,” he said.
“I wasn’t aware I was keeping anyone waiting,” I shot back smoothly.
He laughed softly, stepping closer. “Oh, you were. And waiting drove me crazy. But,” he added, his gaze locking with mine, “it was worth it. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”
Something clicked in my brain. My eyes narrowed as suspicion crept in. This bastard. “What did you do?” I demanded, daring him to confess.
His lips quirked into a wicked grin, and before I could react, he was right beside me, leaning in close. His breath brushed my ear as he whispered, “I may or may not have ensured you weren’t hired anywhere else.”
My jaw dropped, and I turned to glare at him. “You did what ?”
He chuckled, completely unrepentant. “I knew you wouldn’t willingly come work here. I had to do something.” His voice dropped, low and seductive. “I couldn’t just let the chance slip away—to have you here, in my office, every day. Just a wall apart from me, so close...”
My pulse spiked as his hands brushed against my waist, turning me gently but firmly so my hips pressed against the edge of his desk. His body was solid heat behind me, his lips brushing my ear as he murmured, “Close enough to take you, bend you over this desk, this chair, that couch... in every position I’ve dreamed of.”
A shiver ran down my spine, heat already pooling between my legs. His words were fire, dangerous, and enticing. It was even more dangerous because I hadn’t let him touch me in like forever.
I swallowed hard, my breathing uneven as I forced myself to speak. “Is this how all your interviews go, Mr. Densmore?” My voice betrayed me, shaky and drenched in arousal.
He chuckled against my skin, a low, sinful sound that made my knees weak. His fingers trailed up my arm, slow and teasing, before curling around my throat—not too tight, just enough to tilt my head back and claim my focus. His lips hovered over mine, his gaze molten and possessive.
“Only for you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his breath mingling with mine. “You’re the exception, Renée. The only one I can’t resist. The only one I don’t want to resist.”
And then he kissed me. Hard. Fierce. Like he was staking a claim he never wanted to let go of. I melted under him, my body sagging against his hold as if gravity itself had turned against me. If he wasn’t holding me, I would’ve crumpled to the floor.
A muffled moan escaped me, swallowed by his demanding mouth. He broke the kiss just long enough to scoop me up and place me on the desk, his hands urgent. His lips moved down my neck, nipping and kissing as if marking every inch of me.
“You know,” I said, my voice unsteady but teasing as I felt his breath hot against my neck, “what if someone walks in right now? Your secretary maybe? Or one of your oh-so-important clients? Imagine the scandal.” I let a wicked smirk curl on my lips, tilting my head just enough to catch his smoldering gaze.
His hand wrapped around my throat again and I gasped as he pulled me into him. His lips hovered near mine, his voice a low, gravelly promise. “Let them. Let them see exactly who you belong to.” His eyes burned with something primal, possessive. “You think I care about a scandal, sweetheart? The only thing I care about is making sure you never forget who you’re with. Who you belong to.”
Before I could reply, his mouth crashed onto mine again, silencing any protest—or tease. His free hand slid down, spreading my legs with a commanding force, his kiss consuming me completely.
I shivered as his fingers teased me, his voice a low growl against my ear. “You’re wetter than you’ve ever been,” he rasped, his tone thick with need. His finger slid over my dripping pussy, sending a shockwave through my body. “You missed me that much?” he murmured, biting down gently on my earlobe.
A moan escaped me as my hips arched into his touch, chasing the friction. “I didn’t miss you that much,” I managed to breathe out, locking eyes with him. My voice was shaky, but I smirked through the haze of desire. “I had my fingers… and toys to keep me company.” The words came out like a challenge.
Something flickered in his eyes—dark, dangerous, possessive—and before I could blink, he slammed three fingers into me. I cried out, my hand flying to my mouth to muffle the sound. The walls were thin, and the last thing we needed was an audience. But holy hell, nothing compared to this, to the way his fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot I couldn’t quite reach on my own. No toy could ever come close to the way he made me feel.
“You were saying?” he growled, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his fingers worked me relentlessly. My body betrayed me, clenching around him as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I came undone with a muffled cry, my knees trembling as I leaned back against the desk for support.
“Already?” His smirk was pure sin as he withdrew his fingers, his ego practically radiating off him. But Javier was allowed to be cocky when he could fuck the way he did. He didn’t wait for an answer, sliding his index finger into his mouth. The sight of him tasting me sent another rush of heat through my body. I felt myself dripping through my panties. “Don’t make a mess on my desk, sweetheart,” he teased, his voice like velvet.
“It’s not like I can help it, Mr. Densmore.” My gaze dropped pointedly to his pants, where he was straining against the fabric. I raised a brow and smirked. “Looks like you can’t help it either.” My hand slid over the bulge, feeling him twitch against my palm.
“This attitude of yours,” he murmured, pulling me into a kiss that was deep and consuming. His lips claimed mine, his tongue tangling with mine in a way that made my knees weak. It was all-consuming, raw, and I melted into him, gripping his shirt just to stay upright. I missed this. I missed him .
I was about to move my hand from his cock when his teeth caught my bottom lip, pulling just enough to send a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, his voice commanding, his eyes blazing.
Fuck.
I didn’t waste a second, my hands working to undo his pants, yanking the zipper down. The sound of his heavy breathing mixed with the rush of my own heartbeat as I pulled him free, stroking him in long, slow movements. He was hot and hard in my hand, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips.
Then his phone rang.
He groaned, ignoring it as his mouth crashed back onto mine. I didn’t stop stroking him, reveling in the way he throbbed in my grip. The phone kept buzzing, an annoying intrusion we both wanted to ignore.
“What?” he barked into the phone after finally pulling back from the kiss, his jaw tight with frustration. “Tell him I’m occupied.”
I didn’t stop, my hand still working on him, but something shifted in his expression. His eyes widened as he grabbed my wrist, stilling my movements.
In a flash, he lifted me off the desk, smoothing down my skirt as he adjusted himself. His movements were urgent, his voice low but insistent. “You have to go.”
“What?” I asked, still trying to process the sudden change. I smoothed my hair, tugging at my shirt as he grabbed my face in his hands.
“You have to go. Now,” he repeated, his tone desperate. He kissed me hard, the kind of kiss that felt like a promise, a goodbye, and a plea all at once.
“Why? Did your wife or girlfriend show up?” I teased, trying to lighten the tension, but his expression didn’t change.
“Please,” he said, his voice almost breaking. “I’ll come find you. But please, leave.”
Before I could ask another question, a sharp knock echoed on the door. In a heartbeat, Javier was seated in his chair, his expression calm and collected as if nothing had happened.
The door creaked open, and Javier’s voice filled the room, calm and professional. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Margot. My secretary will follow up with feedback soon.”
I hesitated, glancing back just as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed in. The man stepping in was about Javier’s height, but that’s where the similarities ended. His eyes were like shards of midnight, cold and piercing, and his smile… it wasn’t a smile at all. It was a predator’s grin, sharp enough to send a shiver down your spine. I didn’t like it. Not one bit.
I turned without a word, heading straight for the door. His gaze followed me, hot and unsettling, lingering in a way that made my skin crawl. As I passed him, I could feel it—his eyes, stripping away every layer of pretense.
Javier’s secretary pulled the door shut behind me, but not before I caught a final glimpse of him. He was sitting there, calm and composed, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of something that twisted in my chest, tight and uncomfortable.
I didn’t like that either. Not at all.