She really wanted Montrose Place. She didn’t want to sell it.
I might have just lost my mind in desperation, but at this point, I’m at a loss for ideas and willing to try anything.
Do anything.
* * *
There she is, walking into her office.
Today, she’s got on a little black mini skirt, a white fuck-me librarian top, and fucking fuck-me heels. Red.
Fuck me. I’m like a madman hyped up on sex hormones. Everything about her screams Fuck me.
It’s just gone eight. I got here early because I wanted to catch her when she came in.
I wanted to get here early before she got settled into work or Ethan called on her for something.
I wanted to get here early to get the ball rolling.
Making my move, I stride over to her office just as her door closes.
When I open the door without knocking, she jumps and clutches at her chest, clearly startled, except she quickly pushes away the reaction to frown at me.
Her bright green eyes bore into me as I close the door.
“Morning,” I say, and she presses her lips together, eyeing me with caution.
“Hi,” she answers.
I wonder what she must think today. She seems different, wary and overly cautious.
“I need to talk to you.” I keep my gaze trained on her.
“Paul, I’m really busy… I don’t have time.”
“Oh, I’ll try not to take up too much of your time.” It seems like I keep asking for five minutes. I won’t ask for that today for the fact that she doesn’t seem like she’d agree to even a minute of her time. And I don’t know how long I’ll need with her.
Whatever time she allows, I can’t get this wrong.
“What do you want, Paul?” she asks.
“You.”
“No…” She shakes her head. “We’re not having this conversation again.” She grits her teeth and glares at me.
I walk up to her and stop too close. I know I’m too close for her comfort and right in her personal space. I know she’s uncomfortable as fuck, but the desire in her eyes encourages me to continue with what I have up my sleeves for my beauty.
So, I lean closer, and she steps back. One more step, and she’s back up against the wall, and I keep her right there by placing my hands on either side of her.
“You know what, Jia, one thing I used to love about you is I can read you like an open book. You close off to everyone else except me. I see you. I know what you’re thinking. I know what you like, what you don’t like. I know how you liked to be touched and how to do it just right. I know… everything about you. So, I know when you’re doing your best to not want me.”
“You can’t force me, Paul.”
“No?” I raise a brow. I wouldn’t force her. It wouldn’t be real then, and what I have planned isn’t forcing her. I’m simply guiding her back to me. She needs to know I’m serious. She needs to know I want her and I’m not bullshitting her. So, I want to make her feel first. Make her remember why she wants me.
“What are you going to do? Torture me?”
“Torture? The way I remember it, you used to like a little bit of pain. Don’t tell me that’s changed.”