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“Hmm,” he murmurs, smiling. “You look petite to me.”
I frown and he laughs out loud.
“Everyone looks petite to you,” I say obstinately.
He smiles again and rubs his nose against mine.
“I’m happy that you’re staying, Harper,” he says quietly. “I’m gonna show you how happy you make me.”
“O-okay,” I whisper as I cling to him, and my breathing hitches when he pushes me lightly against his desk, my ass hitting the edge and then his hands helping me up onto it.
He takes his stand between my thighs and looks down at me with his composed unwavering calm. The calm of a boss. The calm of a CEO. He’s not in his uniform seeing as he’s the only man now working on the site, but he’s never looked so full of authority.
I swallow slightly as he pushes my skirt up, my winter boots waggling nervously above the floor as he exposes my underwear.
“I feel like a naughty employee,” I admit on a whisper, as he presses his thumb gently against the centre of my cotton panties.
As soon as the words leave my mouth he’s scraping one hand down his jaw, his stubble making a rough scratching sound, and then he ducks his forehead to mine, pressing us together.
“I’m gonna put you on the books. I’m gonna put you on the books, just so that we can…” He swallows thickly and squeezes his eyes shut, a sordid fantasy that I’m the star of clearly taking place in his mind without an off switch. He grips his groin through his jeans and steels his jaw as he hardens.
“I can’t take your money,” I say quietly, wrapping my thighs around him tighter and massaging my palms over his pecs.
He breathes out a laugh, no smile on his face.
“You never heard the phrase ‘what’s mine is yours’?” he asks seriously. “Not only are you going to take my money, you’re going to take my last name.”
Then he’s shaking his head, pulling back a little as he tugs a hand roughly through his hair.
“Sorry – fuck, I’m sorry. That was too much, I know it was. We… we don’t need to talk about that kind of stuff yet. I’m getting too ahead of myself.”
He doesn’t seem to realise that I’m melting against him, my breathing getting laboured at how ready he is. To move me up here. To get me into his house. To make me his wife.
“Harper Coleson,” I whisper, my body pounding as I say the words out loud.
Mitch’s eyes burn into mine, his pupils blacking out his irises as we look at each other in silence.
“That… that sounds good,” he says, dipping down so that his mouth is only a millimetre away from mine. “It… it makes it sound like you’re mine.”
I smile a little but then shove gently at his chest. He grunts and presses me against him tighter.
“I don’t belong to you,” I whisper against his lips.
He smiles and whispers back, “Tell that to the diamonds I’m about to put around your neck.”
In the next second he’s pulling a long box from underneath the stacks of paperwork and my breath is catching in my throat when I see what he’s got. He holds it between us, his eyes on mine, and then gently clicks open the lid, exposing a delicate chain adorned with ten glittering diamonds.
My eyes fly up to his, my lips parted in shock, and the faceted refractions sparkle magically against his eyes.
“Mitchell, what–?”
“I couldn’t wait,” he says simply, as if he doesn’t have thousands of dollars worth of diamonds resting in his palm. “I headed to the town this morning and as soon as I saw it I knew it was yours. If you like it, that is,” he adds quickly. “We could, uh, probably do an exchange if you don’t.”
I blink up at him, too astounded to speak. I can only imagine what his accountant is going to think when they take a look at his upcoming bank statement.
Coffee. Donut. Diamond necklace.
“Mitchell, I love it. Of course I love it.” I look down at it and it twinkles innocently up at me. “It’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.”
