Expressive hazel eyes that captured me. I was completely enraptured by her and turned on in ways I hadn’t been in years.
Luckily, it seemed I wasn’t the only one struggling. The way her face flushed and she looked away told me she was just as attracted to me.
Determination settled inside me. I was hell bent on seeing just how far I could push her, how hot for me I could get her. Would she get so worked up she’d make the first move?
I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. My southern head was trying to take over, and I needed to straighten myself out and focus on my job. I knew nothing about Roe Pierce, and she knew nothing about me, but still, I found my mind wandering throughout the day. It was ending very differently than it began.
Unlike the temp who fled my presence just after lunch on Friday, Roe fought back. I was being an asshole and I knew it, owned it, and she just threw more kindling on the fire.
The day before when she’d spilled coffee on me, I’d tried all night long to get that expression of hers out of my mind. She had seemed so shy and timid as she apologized, and that, for some reason, made me angry. Not so much the stain or the heat of the liquid, but the bumbling idiot routine.
But that look. That simmering anger after I insulted her had ignited something in me. Woke me up from a haze that covered my mind.
And then she went for round two.
Now, every second she was near, I wanted to strip her clothes off and fill her with my cock. Make that smart mouth moan. Fuck this frustration into her.
Then do it again.
She intrigued me, and I knew we were putting on quite the show for the cubes that were near.
I’d made her get copies, coffee, my lunch, answer my calls—just to watch her hips or feel that glare as she stared me down. What confused and amazed me the most was the efficiency in which she completed each task. A position she knew nothing about, and yet she took it in stride, despite her anger.
Except for the phone, which she seemed to take great pleasure in using to annoy the fuck out of me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt more alive. We weren’t talking like she was an employee and I was an executive. No, our conversations were filled with anger and sexual tension. Definitely not workplace appropriate, but I didn’t give a crap that neither of us was being professional.
There was something about her, an excitement that filled me. It wasn’t until today that I realized how blasé my life had become.
I enjoyed my worked, thrived on it. Nothing spurred me on like attacking until I had my way. But Roe was a person, not a company. A very beautiful, very sexy woman who had my interest from the second our eyes met.
My senses were so acutely aware of her that I found it hard to concentrate on anything. Or rather, my dick was acutely aware. It took some time for me to calm down, and when I finally got back into focus, the phone rang.
Then it rang again. I expected her to pick it up, but it rang a third time. I clenched my jaw and looked up to the doorway to find her sitting at her desk. It rang a fourth time, and I called out to her. She turned to me and raised an eyebrow.
“Get the phone,” I growled out when it rang for a fifth time.
She continued to stare at me, and it rang a sixth time before she slowly picked up the receiver as a seventh ring began.
“Thane Carthwright’s office,” she said with little intonation.
I flexed my fingers, the frustration rippling through me.
Her attitude needed a serious adjustment. I knew she was doing it just to fuck with me. She was a quick learner, it seemed, and she’d figured out one of my pet peeves early on.
She hung the receiver up, and I waited. A minute passed, my anger climbing with each second.
I’m going to spank the shit out of her.
“Who was it?” I called out, my irritation leaking out in my tone.
“There was nobody there.”
For fuck’s sake, I actually felt the vein on my forehead throb. “Because you let it ring so many times!”
“Oops.”
Cheeky.
She was going to test my patience. She was also going to test my strength of will to not fuck every ounce of my growing frustration and agitation into her sexy-as-fuck body.
That was all I could even think about.
By four-thirty, she was done. Which was surprisingly longer than I anticipated.
That night I stroked my dick to fantasies of her, coming more than once.
Our first day together was a spectacular explosion, and I awoke excited for day two. To see how she’d push back, how she’d test me, and how sexy she was doing anything and everything.
Neither of us were acting like civil adults should in the workplace, and I couldn’t care less because it had been years since I was that excited to go to work. To have those light brown and green eyes stare me down, or have her quick wit strike, or to stand next to her and take in just how tiny she was and fantasize about how easy it would be to pick her up and all the fun that would entail.
Only one day had passed with her in the position of my assistant, and already I’d spent more time imagining the numerous positions in which I was going to fuck her. Company policy dictated there would be no fraternization between an employee and their superior, but technically she didn’t work for me.
It was a temporary fill. I was just borrowing her for a short time while she still maintained her position in the marketing department. A simple technicality, yet one I fully intended to exploit.
One day in her presence and I knew, I knew, there was no way I would work with her for the next nine weeks without taking her.
Every cell in my body vibrated when she was near. Anticipation of her sheer force of will amped me up. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so excited to see someone.
That alone made my dick hard, but nowhere near as hard as when we went at it with words. Her defiance should have angered me, but instead it was a flame of desire licking at me.
That wasn’t my intent when I brought her in. Anger had fueled me when I made that decision, and desire drove me now. I had no idea what I was getting into, and after our first day in close confines I had a better picture, but with her beauty and brains I knew it was just the tip of the iceberg.
Roe Pierce was a firecracker in a tiny package that drove me wild. The hazel of her eyes drew me in, her flawless, tan skin, her round face with full cupid bow lips. There was nothing about her that I found unappealing.
Hell, it was like she’d walked right out of one of my fantasies. One I was desperate to make come to life. At least then I could be rid of my stupid obsession with her body.
As I looped my tie, I found my energy level skyrocketing, the minutes before I saw her again winding down.
“Come on, Kinsey,” I whined as I held the spoonful of yogurt in front of her lips. We’d been in a standoff for five minutes, and I was already running five minutes behind schedule.
Her face scrunched up and she turned away, her little brow furrowed as she pushed at the spoon.
I heaved a sigh and licked the yogurt off the spoon before taking another large bite and tossing the container into the trash, then turned to spill some cereal onto her tray. “Happy now?”
She reached out a chubby little fist and squealed while her uncoordinated fingers grabbed as many little O’s as they could.
“I’ll be right back,” I said before stepping into the bathroom. It wasn’t like she understood me anyway, but she was someone to talk to, even if she didn’t talk back.