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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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