Chapter 6 #2

“How old are you?” Her question takes me by surprise. I can’t remember the last time anybody asked me such a mundane question.

“Twenty-two.” I know I shouldn't have answered. The twinkle appearing in her eyes tells me she's eager to learn more about me, and I don’t want her to ask any more prying questions.

“How long have you owned this place?”

Exactly what I didn’t want to happen. More questions. I don't want her knowing more about me than she needs to.

“Enough questions. Eat. In silence.”

Candy comes back a few minutes later to take our plates, and replaces my empty beer bottle with another.

Keira hasn't touched her drink, but her hands are wrapped around the glass like she's considering it.

“Dave is at the bar waiting for you to call him in,” Candy announces, an unsure look on her face.

“Send him in.”

Candy nods and leaves the office.

My gaze swings to Keira. “Remember what I said. Keep your mouth shut,” I warn and watch her take her first sip of the pink drink.

A knock sounds on the door, and I call for him to enter. Dave walks in, his eyes going straight to Keira.

“Oooh, who is this? New girl?” The grin on his face tells me he's more than interested, and I don't like it—not one fucking bit. His eyes roam up and down her body, and images of me bashing his head into the side of my desk immediately enter my mind.

“Don’t mind her. She’s my new secretary. Getting her a tiny little desk for the corner soon,” I mutter through a clenched jaw.

When his eyes continue to linger on her petite frame and heart-shaped face, I almost lose it. “Sit your fucking ass down and quit staring at her. You came here for business, not to eye-fuck my secretary.”

Dave pales at my sudden outburst and sits in the chair in front of my desk without another glance at her.

“Tell me about business.” I place my feet on the edge of the desk and listen to him drone on about how much he’s been selling, in what areas, the new guys he hired, and how the cops got one of our guys in custody but he isn’t talking.

The entire time he's speaking, my eyes wander to Keira. She’s been silently taking small sips of her girly drink, her plump lips puckered around her straw. My dick is harder than hell.

“All right, that will be all,” I interrupt. I stopped listening minutes ago, too enamored with Keira’s lips around that damn fucking straw. Does she even realize what she’s doing? Probably not, but I don't care. She can play innocent all she wants. I’ll be the judge of how truly innocent she is.

“Out!” I yell when Dave doesn't move fast enough. He scurries out of my office, and I watch Keira take the last sip of her drink. She puts the empty glass down on a little side table next to the couch and looks at me with glassy eyes. Is she tipsy from one drink?

“How long has Dave been working for you?” Her stupid question only adds fuel to my fire—the inferno already burning out of control inside me.

I get up and step around my desk. Keira’s eyes go wide when I stop in front of her and she sees the bulge in my pants.

“Get up!” I order. I’m so fucking tired of her questions. They're intrusive and unnecessary. She doesn't need to get to know me. She needs to learn to listen, to bend to my will—or I may just fucking break her.

She hesitates again, and I grab her by her silky, brown hair, my fingers digging into her scalp as I pull her to her feet. Her eyes, her lips, her body—all of it draws me in, begging me for things I'm not even sure it knows it wants.

A shriek of pain rips from her throat, and I shut her up with a searing kiss. Her hands land on my chest. I loosen my hold on her hair and pull her against me. I’m sure she’s going to push me away, but she shocks me and grips my shirt, holding me close while I devour those sweet lips.

Our lips still locked, I manage to pull her to the couch, settling her on my lap.

My hand grips her head, tilting it back, giving me access to her neck.

I see her pulse throb, and I press a kiss to it.

My lips roam over the sensitive flesh, and I use my free hand to move her hips, grinding her into my cock.

“My offer still stands. Sex and I’ll protect you.” I murmur into her ear, releasing my hold on her hair so she can look at me. Her eyes fill with confusion.

“Last night…you said…”

She tries to stand, but I hold her down, pushing her ass onto my hard length, letting her feel how much I want her. Knowing I could have her if I really wanted to, but that I won’t, is driving me insane.

“Last night, I was drunk and high. I say a lot of shit I don’t mean when I’m high. Now, what’s it going to be? You going to spread those sweet legs for me willingly, or do you want your legs spread by someone else?”

Panic fills her eyes, and she tries to get up again.

This time, I let her. As soon as she’s out of my lap, hate and disgust fill her eyes.

The way she’s looking at me right now knocks the wind from my lungs.

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but she runs out of the office, slamming the door behind her before I can get to her.

I push the tightening of an emotion I don’t understand inside my chest away.

I don’t bother following her. What’s the point?

I told all my guys not to let her leave, and unlike her, they know better than to disobey me.

As I sit a moment longer, my cock throbbing with need, I realize Keira is an itch I can’t fucking scratch. She’ll never give herself up to me—never—and that bothers me a lot. But if I can’t have her, I’ll have someone else.

I need a blowjob right fucking now. That might fucking help me. Maybe it’ll get Keira out of my head. I think about it a second longer. I actually need fucking more than a blowjob, but I’m a little unhinged at the moment and don't want to hurt anyone, so I suppose I’ll just go for a blowjob.

I pick up the phone again and dial the bar. “Send Hayley to my office now,” I growl into the line when Candy picks up, then I slam the phone back down and wait.

Two minutes later, I’m leaning back in my office chair while Hayley kneels in front of me, her pink painted lips wrapped around my dick, worshiping it like it’s a fucking god.

She sucks hard and fast, and I close my eyes, enjoying her skills, wondering how much sweeter Kiera’s lips would feel wrapped around my cock instead.

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