“Why do you care so much about me?” I ask. “If you really had an issue with the tree, couldn’t you have just called me in here and told me about it? I could have easily replaced it…”
“Do you not know what to do without being told?” he counters. “I mean, shit, I know you’re only 18 years old, but you should know how to do your job without being told every single detail.”
His voice is strong and aggressive. This is a man who’s used to being the boss and being respected. It pisses me off, but at the same time, I’m kind of enjoying this.
What is wrong with me?
“I’m sorry,” I counter. “I didn’t realize my job was reading your mind for what kind of Christmas tree you like.”
“Oh, you clearly can’t read my mind.” He walks toward me, and although I’m the one who’s been the physical aggressor here so far, the look in his eyes causes me to step back.
He’s tall, well above six feet, broad-shouldered, and intimidating. He may be dressed in office-casual today, but he’d look right at home in some gym clothes with those biceps of his that are doing their best to tear out of his shirt.
“Because if you could, you’d know what kind of naughty thoughts are swimming around up there right now.”
My heart leaps like it’s trying to jump out of my throat.
“I—What?”
“You heard me,” he replies, his voice low as he approaches. The red mark on his face is brighter now, and I almost feel bad about it. Almost. “If you could read my mind, you’d know what I’m really angry about. But you don’t need to read my mind to know that, do you, Faith?”
My mind is spinning. I glance back over my shoulder at the windows to the main office, but the blinds are closed tightly. It’s like staring at a wall. I’m alone with Lance now, and even if I was to try to run, I know he wouldn’t let me.
His eyes move up my body, starting at my feet then covering every inch of me. He even pauses at my chest, which I thought I’d done a good job hiding with my Christmas sweater. Is it my fault I have big boobs that are impossible to hide?
“I bet this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” he asks.
“Plan? What? No!” I don’t even know what he’s talking about, but whatever it is, he’s wrong.
“You got your father to get you this job,” he continues, stepping closer. “And then you planned on pissing me off to get my attention, and then seducing me with that unbelievable body of yours. Didn’t you?”
“No! Lance, no!”
“You flirt with Andy to make me jealous, don’t you?” He’s so close to me now I can smell him. And as much as I hate to admit it, he smells good.
“I wasn’t flirting with Andy!”
“You’re just another gold-digging whore, aren’t you?” he growls, sliding an arm around my waist. He pulls me right up against him, and I feel his bulge pressing against my thighs. I may have never seen a penis in person before, but I can tell that whatever he’s got going on down there, it’s huge. “Just here to drive me crazy, make me fall in love with you and then fleece me. Take me for all I have…”
“Lance…” My voice is barely a whisper. All the breath has left my lungs. I can barely think of anything as he dominates my senses with his strong, rough hand against my back, his scent in my nostrils, his swollen manhood pressing against my private parts.
Fuck, how can he do this to me? The boss from hell. The world’s biggest asshole is turning me on.
“No,” I reply firmly, finding my voice. “That is not what I’m up to, Lance.”
“No?” he asks. “So if I wanted to take you right here, right now, and pound your little pussy over my desk, you wouldn’t let me?”
Oh my God. How can he talk like that to me? It’s so…inappropriate. I should like, call Human Resources or something. Right…?
I clear my throat. “No, Lance, I would not.”
He pulls me tighter. I can feel the outline of his cock. The strong, swollen tip feels like a spear. Lance’s lance, and he’s ready to impale me with it.
“Bullshit,” he growls.
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“I’m not like that, Lance,” I say firmly. “I’m…I’m a virgin.”