Chapter 5 #2
"Did you just ask me if I'm a submissive? Are you a dom?" She is in disbelief, and as her tone gets higher and higher, I realize that she has taken everything I’ve said seriously. Maybe I crossed a line with my sarcasm and humor. I’d forgotten she didn’t know me that well.
"Oh, my gosh. Is this going to be one of those moments where you pull out a contract and then ask me to get into some dom-sub relationship with you? Is that why you're offering to pay me so much money? Oh, my, I cannot believe this. I thought that was something that only happened in books and movies and on TikTok.” Her eyes look me up and down like she’s considering an offer I never made.
I am about to kick her out of my office when she runs her hands down the side of her body and looks me up and down like she’s actually excited about the idea.
I should tell her to leave my office.
But she’s so cute.
She will only bring drama to my life.
But I want to see her without her skirt on.
She will not make a good assistant.
But she will make you laugh.
She will put me behind in my work.
But watching her ride you in the mirror would be hot as hell.
Fuck it, I’m in trouble. I have been since the moment I looked at her.
I hold my hand up. "I don't know what books you are reading or what movies you're watching, but I'm not pulling out any contract or asking you to be my sub.
" I snort. "Though it would be interesting to see if you could play that role well.” My mind wonders what it would be like to have Lila as my submissive. I’d love to have her lying on a bed, tied to the headboard with handcuffs, while running a long feather down her naked body. I wonder if she's ticklish.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks indignantly, interrupting my sexy thoughts.
"I mean, you haven't shut up since I met you, and a good sub wouldn’t be as mouthy as you." Not that I’ve ever had one. However, there is something quite exciting about the idea of taking Lila to the top of the mountain and making her wait for release.
"So you're saying that you're a dom and you don't want me because you think I talk too much?" Her hands are on her hips now.
"I'm saying that I'm not a dom. I don't know why on Earth you think I am.
I'm saying that if I were a dom, you would not be the partner I would want as a sub.
I don't think you'd make a good sub." I pause for a few moments.
"But considering that I don't think you'll make a great assistant either, maybe I am not thinking with my head today anyway.
" I smirk. “At least not the right one.”
"Okay. So you're not going to offer me a million dollars to sleep with you or anything?" She giggles at my shocked look and then licks her lips nervously. "I take it you don't read any kinky romance books.”
“I don't read kinky or non-kinky romance books, and no, I'm not going to offer you a million dollars to sleep with you." I take a couple of steps forward and look down at her face. "And you know why?"
"Why?" she says, blinking up at me. "Don't tell me. You're not attracted to me."
"No, I think you're very attractive, Miss Haversham." I smirk as she blushes.
"Then why?"
"Because I don't think I'd have to give you even one dollar to sleep with me," I say softly.
Her jaw drops, and her eyes widen. I can see her pulse beating quickly in her throat.
"Or are you saying that your panties aren't extremely wet right now?"
I hear her sharp intake of breath as she glances up at me. "What did you just say to me?"
"Well, I could repeat it, but I think we both know what I just said.
I'm not going to offer you a million dollars for kinky sex.
I'm not going to give you a contract saying that you'll be my sub and I'll be your dom.
I have no plans to bend you over my desk and spank you or whatever happens in those romance books that you read.
But if you want to fantasize about me and everything that I could do to you, go ahead.
I'm sure you don't really need my permission. "
"I'm not interested in you whatsoever, and I certainly would not fantasize about you. I told you, I have a boyfriend," she says indignantly. Her face is bright red now. "And he would not like the nature of this conversation."
"But he'd like you to take a million dollars for sleeping with me?"
"I never said I would take the million dollars. I was just wondering if you were going to offer me a million dollars."
"I'm not offering you anything, sweetheart. And we both know that if I did, you would definitely be taking it."
"You really think so?" She shakes her head vehemently. "You must be out of your mind because—"
"Because what? You don't find me attractive?"
I place my finger at the side of her face and run it along her jawline toward her lips. My thumb brushes her lower lip for two seconds before I push it into her mouth. She sucks it gently for a couple of seconds, then I pull it out and suck it myself, my eyes never leaving hers.
I step back and lick my lips as I lightly run my fingers down the side of her body.
Her entire body is shaking, but as much as I want her, I’m not going to play the game.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I know it’s business-related.
I’ve spent too much time allowing Lila to engage me with inane conversation, and I need to be focused on work.
"Are you going to go get my coffee and bagel now?
I don't want to give your boyfriend any more reasons to be nervous about you working for me.
" I smirk, and she blushes a deep red, probably feeling guilty that her panties are wet for another man.
Because I can almost bet that she's drenched.
I mean, I'm harder than I've been in months, so I know she has to be at least as affected as I am.
She’s motionless for a couple of seconds. I can tell she's in shock, and she's probably wondering if she should even come back to the office. I grab my wallet, pull out a fifty-dollar bill, and hand it to her. "Feel free to get whatever you want, as well, and you can keep the change."
She nods without saying anything and heads toward the door. "Oh, and Lila," I call out after her.
She pauses and looks back at me. She still looks absolutely stunned. "Yes, Mr.…" she mumbles. "Um."
"Don't tell me you forgot my name already."
"Of course not. You're Mr.…" She looks frazzled.
"Spector," I remind her.
"Yes. Max Spector. I will go get your coffee and bagel right now." She stares at me for a couple of seconds, and I can see she is completely dazed. "Were you going to say something else, Mr. Spector?"
“Ocean or faucet?” I ask her, and she frowns, not understanding my question. I decide not to push it and instead turn around. The morning has already reached the pinnacle of inappropriateness, and I need to stop.
I don't know why some sort of horny college boy has taken over my brain. It must be that short skirt, those long legs, and that innocent, sexy smile that she gives me every couple of seconds.
"Nothing," I say with a shrug. “Just hurry because there’s a meeting for all the new hires later today, and I don’t want you to miss it.” I tap my fingers against the desk. "I need to ensure you're the best assistant this law firm has ever seen."