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He grabs me once more and drags me over to the floor to ceiling windows by his desk. They overlook the bar area I was working in last night.
I’m so distracted by Frost setting up that I yelp when his hands find my shoulders and force me down onto the carpet of his office.
It’s surprisingly soft.
Who chooses an office carpet for its softness? Unless he planned to have many girls on their knees in here when it was being fitted.
Whatever.
“Pay attention.” His voice is sharp but the way he caresses my shoulder makes my skin tingle and warm. His touch is soft, almost loving, and it confuses the hell out of me.
He moves behind me, pulling my arms behind my back so that my breasts are thrust forward and I wonder what he’ll do next. My curiosity is fast dissolving my indignation, and the heat licking through my body is another sensation entirely.
He sinks his teeth into my exposed shoulder.
“Mother fucker!” I cry, whirling round to stare at him, aghast. “What the hell was that?”
“You told me to.” he smirks.
“I was being sarcastic!”
“Sarcasm doesn’t work here. Consent is consent. I did nothing you didn’t ask for.” His eyes are blazing – daring me to challenge him.
“I didn’t ask to be forced to my knees!”
“And yet you’ve not got up,” he points out with a smug, knowing grin.
Fuck. Is it that simple? I attempt to stand and his hand clamps down on my shoulder. A sound that could be half chuckle, half derisive snort escapes him and he comes back round to stand before me.
His crotch is level with my face.
“Why are you doing this?” I demand.
“Because you threw a tantrum down there.”
He’s not wrong.
“What do you want?” I sigh, resisting the urge to reach up and rub my smarting shoulder, but resigning myself to the fact that it’s probably best to get this over and done with sooner rather than later. I don’t want to piss this guy off.
“To punish you. You threw a shoe at me and that wasn’t very nice.”
This time I don’t try to hide my smirk.
“You told me to master the heels, and then changed them for higher ones.Thatwasn’t very nice.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“Really?” I gaze past his crotch to meet his dark unfathomable eyes. “Would you have swapped them back?”
“Maybe,” he lies. His black eyes are full of menace and amusement.
“Bullshit,” I mutter, looking away, then squeak as he fists my curls and yanks my head back to look at him once more. The pain in my scalp causes desire to pool in my belly.
“Watch it,” he warns. “Last I checked, I was the boss and you needed this job. Am I wrong?”
With difficulty, I shake my head no. My nipples are standing to attention, begging for his brutal touch.What is wrong with me?
“What was that?” he demands.
