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Excerpt
After a
few more minutes of trying to calm her roaring thoughts, Nia started to
release a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Only it caught
in the back of her throat as a deep voice resonated along the hallway.
“Ms.
Adams, the door is now open. Come.”
Nia
sat perfectly still, unblinking and unable to move from the seat she’d
only a few seconds before had been so eager to escape. Each word he spoke
seeped straight through her body, settling to a slow and steady pulsating
thump in her pussy. It was the wickedest reaction she’d ever had to a
man speaking to her.
How
was she supposed to conduct herself in a calm and professional manner,
when the mere sound of his voice sent her lust spilling from her? She
never wanted to meet the owner face-to-face. There was no doubt such a
meeting would surely lead to her downfall. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t at
her side that day. Somehow she knew he was the person she was supposed to
see.
Looking
down the passageway, Nia noticed the previously closed door at the end
stood ajar.
“Now.”
The single word reeked of power as it blasted down the hallway, from the
room beyond the opened door, and through her body.
Dang!
The trouble she was in had suddenly taken an unexpected turn and she
couldn’t see a way around it. She stood up quickly and turned to walk
toward the office, only her feet wouldn’t move. Bracing a hand on the
wall to help steady herself, she placed the other over her nervous
stomach, and took a deep breath.
She
followed it up with another one, thankfully steadier than the last.
Before
she could take her first step, the voice growled more deeply than the
first time, and her knees trembled. The man was angry, but the sound of
his voice turned her on, and tempted her passionate nature to come out and
play. Maybe he was an old, ugly troll, with a great voice. Somehow she
doubted it, but she’d use whatever helped her get through the meeting.
“You
don’t want to upset me, Ms. Adams.”
Muttering
to herself about how impatience was not a virtue, she followed it up with
how typical of a man to demand rather than request. It was the pep talk
she’d needed to get herself moving and she took a step forward with her
usual in charge style.
“I
can hear what you’re saying.”
Raising
a hand to cover her mouth, she gasped, stunned at his ability to see and
hear everything she did.
Who
was this man and why had she been summoned? She was a good person who
didn’t lie, cheat, or steal, and had never hurt a soul. In fact, every
single day she did her best at work, finding justice for those who needed
it. Surely doing good was the right thing to do.
“Come,” he
barked down the hall. Startled, she jumped and started to make her way to
the door. The only sound she heard was the solid clicking her heels made
as she strode across the marble floor. Because she heard only it, Nia
focused on each step she took. She wanted to ensure her footsteps didn’t
sound hurried or hesitant, merely confident, sure of where she was going.
It was something she could control in the nightmare she found herself in,
so she’d take it.
She
made it to the end of what felt like an endless length of hallway, paused
for a stabilizing breath before stepping through the opened door. Deciding
not to be intimidated anymore, Nia nudged the door open further, entered
the room, and found it not at all threatening like she’d expected. In
fact, it looked how she thought a cozy traditional library to look. It was
dark, but there were two magnificent fireplaces on either side of the
large yet still intimate feeling room, each with a roaring fire blazing
inside. They brought heat and also seemed to supply the only light for the
room. She couldn’t see any windows and no other door except the one
she’d entered through.
In
the flickering firelight, she looked at an imposing Napoleon styled desk
with a massive chair resting behind it, facing away from her.
“Shut
the door.”
Nia
jumped at the seductive tone. For a moment she’d forgotten what had
brought her into the room. She needed to get a hold of herself. It was
the voice’s fault for sending her thoughts spiraling into unwanted
territory. This was definitely not the time or place to think about sex.
Casting
her gaze around the room again, she reminded herself that she was not
there for her enjoyment, despite her imagination trying to take over. For
a second she thought if there were comfortable over-sized couches resting
before the fireplaces, she’d be begging for time alone to immerse
herself in the greatness of the room. It would’ve been purely rapturous,
but there weren’t any, and she was there for a different reason.
Turning
around, she shut the door with a quiet snick, only to jump back when the
lock shot to with a solid click. Abruptly, she spun around to face the
desk, ready to voice her displeasure over how she’d been treated thus
far, when the sexy voice growled again. The pulse returned to her pussy
with a vengeance.
“Sit
down, Ms. Adams.”
A
finger appeared from the side of chair, nonchalantly pointing at the chair
she assumed was for guests. Wanting to get the meeting over with as
quickly as possible, she held back her temper, and moved to sit just as
she’d been outside. A rigidly straight back, knees and ankles locked
together, feet flat on the floor, and her hands clasped in her lap. She
was ready for whatever happened next.
Other
than that one finger and a few words spoken, he ignored her presence, and
offered nothing except more silence. She sat there for some time, staring
at the back of his chair over the expansive desktop. Rather than let her
imagination runaway with the situation, she focused on the tangible. She
found it interesting how the surface was spotless and empty of anything
that would hint at who he was or the type of work he handled. Except for a
picture frame, which faced away from her, there wasn’t a pen, piece of
paper, or phone resting on its top.
While
waiting for him to turn and address her, Nia stole quick peeks around the
room to see what else there was to absorb that might help her to figure
out what the meeting was about and how to get through it. There was
nothing at all, nothing except beautifully patterned carpets resting in
front of each fireplace. If there were a few pillows lying around then she
was sure it would make a lovely place to read a great book.
Without
any warning, the chair started to slowly swivel around. Nia held her
breath, tense to see what the man looked like. As he moved into the
firelight, she was faced with the most handsome man she’d ever
encountered. Her imagination won the war. The pulsating rhythm in her
pussy sped up and matched her heartbeat. The tandem beating held her
undivided attention and she couldn’t find the willpower to look away.
Dang,
she was in even deeper trouble than she’d thought.
The
man had a commanding presence and oozed power, a very seductive
combination. His mink brown hair was cropped close and dark brown eyes
instantly pulled Nia in and entranced her. His chin was strong and his
nose was slightly crooked. Lovely. In the low flickering light, it looked
like he wore a traditional white dress shirt and sedate tie with a classic
dark suit. The man sitting on the other side of the desk was obviously a
professional of some sort, a higher up on the corporate ladder, and with a
voice that touched her in a very sexual way.
If
there was a type of guy she was attracted to, then he was it. A
businessman who used his mind and not brawn to get what he wanted.
For
a brief moment, she thought there was something familiar about him, but
her brain was in such a whirl, the thought was gone in a flash.
Stunned
by her rising passion, she scrambled for composure. Unfortunately, lust
robbed her and, without pause, she spoke what was on the tip of her
tongue.
“Why
am I here?”
The
gorgeous specimen smiled slowly with what looked like indulgence and that
one move put her back up. The last shred of common sense fled. Suddenly
she felt her demise quickly bearing down on her with each pulsating beat
in her pussy and she could do nothing about it. The situation scared her,
although, that didn’t mean she did the right thing. In reaction to being
afraid and unsure of what was happening, uncharacteristically, her anger
reared, and she unwisely demanded more answers.
“Who
are you?”
With
her best commanding prosecutor’s tone lacing her query, the smile on his
face disappeared, and an eyebrow rose in a sexy way. She knew the man
didn’t mean for it to be anything other than menacing and intimidating,
but for some reason he was able to link directly to her erotic self. In
order to get an answer, because she desperately wanted one, she rephrased
her query, and tried again.
“Please,
sir, who are you and why am I here?” Nia hoped she’d sounded more
respectful than she had the first time she asked.
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