Alexa Riley

“Do. Not. Touch. Her,” Bray growls again. Now that I think about it, everything he’s said since I came into his office has been a growl

“You two, I want you out. Don’t ever touch her. Got it?”

“Do you really whore yourself out?” he asks, making his way over to me. I’m shocked when he easily lifts me from his chair, sitting me on his desk and sliding himself between my legs.

“Why? You looking?” I ask.

She gives me a skeptical look, and I wait for her judgement. I really was worried about her, she seemed so distant and I missed her sweet smiles. I ached to have them back. I knew her smiles were all I would get from her, and when they stopped, it hurt more than I thought it would.

“What do you mean I made that clear? When?” I try to remember ever saying anything like that to her and then it hits me. “Oh, God, no.” I whisper.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to hear that, but that woman is evil and I didn’t need her knowing how important you were to me.”

I want to fix this situation. I want to go back to getting my sweet smiles when I get my coffee in the lobby, so I sift through my mental checklist on how to resolve this problem.

“When do I start?”

“Today,” I blurt out and mentally reshuffle my to-do list. The sooner the better the voice in my head says. “Now, actually.”

“In the meantime, please wear my shirt so that you won’t have to walk around with only your underwear on.” It’s taking everything inside me not to hold her down and wrestle it on her myself. I don’t want anyone else seeing her like that. I feel my jaw clench when I think about her walking up to my office practically naked.

“Nothing. We should go. I have an itinerary to keep.” I say, and walk out of my office. I need to find the air in this building. Apparently there isn’t any left in my office.