“If it would make you feel better, I can move you to another well known firm of a good friend of mine,” he tells me earnestly.
My mouth falls open, and I’m gaping at him in shock at his offer. “What? You’d do that?”
“You can work as Oliver’s assistant,” he tells me. “My best friend would gladly take on a beautiful assistant to help me out.” A small chuckle vibrates in his throat, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “He’s married to his partner, Chance, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Stop reading my mind,” I bite out before rolling my eyes again at his amusement. I thought he wanted to share me with some other man, but it seems he’s thought this through. Which begs the question—how long has he been planning or thinking about this?
“I rather enjoy delving into that pretty head of yours, Hope,” he smirks, leaning back in the seat as he picks up his glass and takes a long sip of water while watching me intently. His eyes simmer with heat and desire, and I find myself lost in the depths of blue.
“I never wanted to be a notch on your bedpost. It wasn’t why I let go that night and . . .” My words taper off into the quiet hum of the public setting, and my heart kicks in my chest at my admission. I’m letting down my guard, showing him all my cards, and as much as I know that’s something I should never do, I can’t help it.
“You know,” Tyler starts, setting down his glass and regarding me. “I may have a lot of those on my old bedpost, but if it bothers you that much, I can buy a new bed. Hell, I’ll have you pick out the goddamned bed if it means you’ll give me a chance.”
“I just can’t understand why me,” I tell him with a shrug before picking up my water and taking a long drink, hoping to cool myself down. I’ve wanted Tyler for too long, but I knew that he wasn’t about to settle down again any time soon. I’m not sure I’m ready to settle down, but I wonder if he could change my mind.
The waiter appears with our wine and sets a breadbasket on the table. He opens the bottle with a flourish before allowing Tyler a taste, then fills our glasses and takes our food order. I watch Tyler take charge, speaking to the waiter with authority, and it’s only when we’re alone that I realize he’s ordered an enormous amount of food.
“I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you,” he says with a smirk. “I just wanted you to have options to choose from, and the food here is incredible.”
I can’t help smiling. “Thank you. Normally, I would’ve been angry at your presumptuous nature, but I’ll let that one slide.” He chuckles, reaching over the table to take my hand. The contact sizzles through me, and it’s not long before I am squirming at the way his thumb is slowly circling my skin.
“Your sass is going to get you into trouble, young lady,” Tyler warns, only to cause me to squirm once more, and soon, my panties are wet, my body aching for him again. I know what he feels like, and I want more, so much more.
“Oh?” I arch a brow in challenge. I know he enjoys spanking me. He did it that night when I decided to let go of my inhibitions and sleep with my boss. However, I was two bottles of champagne deep in the situation, and I don’t think a herd of cattle could’ve dragged me out of that room.
It was the best conference we had. Also, it was the night we got the news that one of our biggest clients had just hired us as their legal team which meant a hefty pay raise for me. I was happy, ecstatic, and then the inevitable happened — my long-time crush on Tyler Masterson finally got to me.
“And what is it you’d like to do about my sass, Mr. Masterson?”
Tyler leans in close, his face inches from the middle of the table, and I meet him there. Our mouths are so close I can feel his breath on my lips. The corner of his mouth quirks, and I know he’s going to say something filthy.
“I’d like to take you here, right now, in front of this whole fucking restaurant. Put you on the table, spread those long, lithe legs, and devour your beautiful pussy until you’re screaming my name and everyone in this place knows you’re mine. And then, when I’m done making you shake uncontrollably with my tongue, I’ll turn you over and spank your ass until it’s bright red, just before fucking you so hard you’ll feel me for months to come.”
His elicit promise has most certainly gotten my attention. I don’t doubt that Tyler Masterson will do that. He wouldn’t care who’s watching because that’s just who he is. He doesn’t allow people to dictate his life, and I respect that about him.
“Anything else I can clarify for you, Ms. Silverton?” His cocky smirk tells me he knows exactly what he’s done to me. My panties are soaked through, my body pulsing wildly with the need to be filled exactly how he just told me he would do.
“Thank you, Mr. Masterson. You’re very thorough in your explanation. I think I can take it from here,” I tell him as I sit back, resting my hands on either side of the plate that’s soon set in front of me. The waiter doesn’t notice how flushed I am, or at least I hope he doesn’t.
As soon as he’s gone, I attempt to focus my attention on my food, but nothing can stop the loop of filthy promises Tyler just proposed to me. We eat in silence for a short while before I feel Tyler’s gaze locked on me.
“What?” I ask, looking up to meet his stare.
“I’m just enjoying watching you, Hope.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever been comfortable having a man watch me eat. It makes no sense why having Tyler stare at me doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. “You know, Mr. Masterson, people will start to wonder if you’re going soft.” Again, it’s my sass, and I know I’m earning myself more punishment later. If there is a later.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Tyler smirks, “there’s nothing soft about me right this moment. If you’d like to investigate further and confirm my admission, you’re welcome to reach under the table and check for yourself.”
Chapter Four
Tyler
Her blush is stunning. The hue on her cheeks makes my cock throb against my zipper. I promised myself I’d behave tonight, give her a proper date, but her sassy mouth and exquisite smile are making things difficult.
I want nothing more than to take her home right now, to show her exactly what I mean when I say I want her, but I smile and regard her as she sips her wine.
“You know, that overconfident attitude isn’t about to get you anywhere,” she informs me coolly, but I can tell she’s lying. Her expression is painted with need and desire, and I know it matches mine.
“Oh?”
“I may have let my guard down once before, but I can’t do it again, not until I’m no longer your employee,” she tells me adamantly, and I know it’s a lie because soon, she’ll be beneath me. As I wave the waiter over and ask for the check, I can’t help but smile at the thought.
“Darling, if I want you, I will have you,” I tell her. “And you cannot tell me that you’re not sitting there squirming for my touch.” Her cheeks darken to a rosy shade, and I can’t help but smile. She knows it, I know it, and if she wants to deny it, I’ll show her that she’s only lying to herself.