Chapter 5
NICK
Nick: You’d better be relaxing, Miss Morgan. You’ve earned it after today. Since I’m not there to do it for you, I expect you to spoil yourself.
She kept me updated throughout her day, texting me on her breaks and letting me know when she was heading home. It was cute hearing the news of the projects she’s been placed on directly from her and letting her gush about it.
However, I’m pissed at what she had to say about Sloane’s behavior.
It’s certainly not news to me that Sloane has a bad attitude, but I didn’t know it was so unchecked.
She’s done an excellent job of intimidating her employees into keeping their mouths shut.
If it wouldn’t put a quick end to the little game I’m playing with Riley, I’d have a termination notice waiting on Sloane’s desk tomorrow morning.
I’ll just have to find a way to keep Riley out of her warpath.
And myself, while I’m at it.
Who knew fucking a low-level employee years ago at a private lifestyle club that my friend owns would continue to bite me in the ass almost daily?
It’s something I regret to this day. Lesson learned.
Vet every potential before jumping into bed with them.
You never know which crazy bitch is going to end up a stage ten clinger that I’m not going to be able to get rid of.
The worst part of it all was I didn’t even recognize her when it happened—hell, I didn’t realize it was her until she got promoted and started trying to sleaze her way back into my bed.
The last thing I needed was for her to leak where I went on my off time, so I didn’t fire her in case of retaliation.
To this day, I pretend I have no idea who she is other than my employee, regardless of how many passes she makes at me on a daily basis.
Her desperation is truly disgusting.
Riley: That’s sweet, but I have chores I need to catch up on.
I only got home a few minutes ago, still in my suit as I recline back in one of the plush leather armchairs in my living room. Riley hasn’t been home for long either, but it doesn’t surprise me that she hasn’t given herself a moment to settle down.
Glancing around my lavish five-bedroom home near Fifth Avenue, I sigh.
As much as one would think this place would be filled with high-end technology, it isn’t.
I mean, I have a Fuoriserie projector in the theater room and smart glass windows that tint on demand.
But, in the end, my home is simple and clean.
The only pop of color comes from the various abstract paintings hanging on the walls throughout the home, courtesy of my mother, who thinks I live in a world of black, white, and gray.
Glancing down at my phone, a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I think about Riley. I bet she could bring more color to this place… as well as music. The sounds of her moans as I fuck her into submission would be too sweet.
Nick: I wasn’t asking. Your chores will be there tomorrow. How do you usually unwind?
She doesn’t respond immediately like she’s made a habit of when she’s at home or on her breaks, but the text shows that she read it.
Too much, too soon? No… she’s just doing chores like a good girl.
I wait for a few moments, but when she doesn’t start typing, I lock my phone and trudge up the gleaming black mahogany stairs toward my bedroom. My tie comes off before I even make it inside, and I shed my shirts quickly, tossing them toward the hamper without a glance.
My room's the only thing in this house that I decorated myself, despite my mother's insistence on making sure the house matched. Some may think it’s weird that my mommy had a hand in my home, but that was only at her insistence. Not to mention, I trust her.
There aren’t many people in my life I trust. Especially with my bedroom.
Grabbing the remote from my dark wood nightstand, I turn on the large flat-screen TV. As much as I shouldn’t be working, I can’t help but check out the closing remarks from the market today. Least of all, it would make great background noise.
My phone buzzes on the soft black duvet on my king-size bed just as I strip down to my boxers. A grin crosses my lips as I pull up the new message and settle myself back against my black silk sheets, curious as to what the little princess has been doing.
Riley: Sir, yes, sir, I’ll stop doing the dishes, haha.
Seeing the word sir typed out makes my gut tighten just the same way it does every time she calls me that in the office. I can’t wait for the day I hear her moan it.
Riley: As for unwinding, I usually just take a bath if I want to relax. Maybe light some candles and put on some music. I’m too frustrated for that right now, though. Sitting still would just annoy me more.
Wet skin, flickering candlelight, bubbles covering just enough to give her some semblance of modesty.
Fuck, what a sight she’d be.
I may not be able to see it tonight, but I’m sure I can talk her into getting into the bath despite her lingering frustration from the workday. Who knows, I might be able to talk her into more than that too.
Riley: I’d call my best friend and complain, but she’s at a conference.
Nick: You can always talk to me.
Riley: I’ve already talked your ear off about my day.
The texts come in one after the other, and I smirk as I see the perfect opening.
Nick: Let me help you wind down, then. Can’t have you worked up all night, after all.
Riley: How? Not that I don’t believe you could! I just mean we don’t even know where we live in relation to each other. I’m way too beat to go out tonight.
Her innocence is going to get her in a world of trouble with me.
It’s just too cute not to corrupt.
Nick: I can’t make it out tonight, either.
I do know where she lives, though. It would only take me half an hour to get there. That’ll come later, when she knows who I really am. When she’s properly caught in my web.
Nick: Run yourself a bath. Bubbles, candles, music, the works. Close your eyes and take the time to soak.
I’d run it for her if I were there.
After I fucked her brains out, of course.
Riley: How am I supposed to text my favorite mystery man if I have my eyes closed?
So she does know how to tease. Adorable. Too bad for her, I’ve been playing that game much longer than she has.
I’m something of an expert.
Nick: I better be your only mystery man, Miss Morgan.
I don’t share well. As a matter of fact, I don’t share at all.
While I’ve been watching Riley’s every move at work for over a year now, there’s a slim chance she could be seeing someone I don’t know about. Even if that were the case, I’ll just have to get rid of him.
I’m the only one who deserves Riley’s attention.
And I’ll damn well make sure that I’m the only one who will get it.
She sends me a laughing emoji and a gif of a bunny with heart eyes.
A grin tugs at my lips as I scratch lazily over my chest. Part of me wants to push her, just to see how far I can make her bend before I break her.
But she’s so damn innocent… so much so that it makes me crave her more.
Just knowing that she’s home alone right now in desperate need of attention drives me insane.
Riley: I don’t make a habit of this, you’ve got nothing to worry about.
Nick: Don’t make a habit of what?
It takes her a few seconds to start typing again, the three little bubbles at the bottom of our texting popping up and down repeatedly as she tries to type out her text. It takes a few moments, and I can only imagine she’s blushing as her response comes in.
Riley: Talking to guys. Flirting. It’s just not something I do, like, ever.
The possessive part of me preens at the information. I smirk as pleased warmth curls in my gut.
Nick: Good. Let’s keep it that way.
I’m not going to stoop low enough to tell her that I expect to be the only person she talks to like this, but she’s a smart girl. She can read between the lines. She sends me another laughing emoji, this time followed with an eye roll and a cute purple heart.
Riley: Want me all to yourself?
Oh, if only she knew.
Nick: Get back to business, Princess. Are you in the bath yet?
Riley: I am. You were right, it was a good idea.
Nick: I’m always right.
I sigh as I lounge back into my pillows, kicking my blankets down until I can tuck my feet beneath them.
Nick: Keep texting me, I’ll walk you through it.
It takes a bit to get a response, but I soothe my impatience with the knowledge that she dropped everything to do what I told her to. It’s easy to tame the beast that insists on more when I remind myself she’s already mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
Riley: Walk me through what?
Nick: Pretend I’m in the bath with you. I bet you look stunning in the candlelight.
If I were there, there’s zero chance I’d behave myself, but I don’t want to overwhelm Riley right out of the starting gate. I can take it slow and truly focus on helping her relax tonight.
Nick: I could rub your shoulders while we soak. I’m sure you’re tense.
Riley: God, that would be perfect. I can’t remember the last time I got a massage.
Yeah, I would certainly not keep things to just a massage.
Not if I had that pretty body naked and pressed flush against me.
I’d have her writhing in pleasure as I tease those perfect perky tits of hers before lighting up every nerve in her body.
My hand would travel between her thighs to rub circles on her sensitive clit.
Every moan that would escape her would pull us both closer to the edge, but I wouldn’t let her tip over right away.
I’d tease her, torment her, and have her begging for a release that only I can grant.
Every part of me wants to say fuck the game and take her now, but this isn’t just about her pleasure. It’s torment for me as well. The day I do get my hands on her again, she won’t be able to walk if she tries to leave.
Nick: I’d make it the best massage you ever got. I’m excellent with my hands.