virgin. Well, at least I was.”
My heart pounding, I gazed up at him. His sapphire eyes flickered with a mixture of astonishment, rage, and lust.
“Are you mad at me?” I stammered, positive I was going to get the ax. Believe me, whatever could go wrong, would go wrong. The story of my life. It was over. Both my job and the one-hour of pure unadulterated love I’d experienced with this man. Tears burned at the back of my eyes as I prepared myself for the worst.
Instead, to my utter surprise, the big, brooding, beautiful beast of a man scooped me off the floor and held me protectively in his arms, the way a father might hold his little girl, something I never knew. My legs and arms wrapped around him like a pretzel, his hard as steel body pressing against mine. His gaze held me fiercely.
“Olive, why didn’t you tell me?” His deep voice was softer and tender, such a contrast to his size. It was mentally and physically melting me. Wet heat poured down my thighs.
“There was no time. I couldn’t stop from giving myself to you.”
“Jesus, Olive, if only I’d known. I wouldn’t have fucked you senseless. I would have made love to that exquisite tight pussy of yours with the tenderness and reverence a princess like you deserves. Did I hurt you?”
“No.” A half-truth. Yes, the initial penetration had been painful, partly because I was so tense, but by the time I reached my orgasm, I couldn’t get enough of his enormous cock inside me.
He furrowed his brows, concern still etched on his face. “It wasn’t too hard for you?”
“You were perfect.”
He looked down as he paced the room. “I have no choice…”
I gulped. “You’re going to fire me?”
He stopped in front of me, his imposing frame hovering over me. A wicked smile lifted his lips as his eyes burned into mine. I swallowed past the big lump in my throat. Yup, I was losing my job.
“No, Olive, I’m going to make you mine. From now on, you belong only to me. I own you with a capital O. If I catch another man with you, he will be dog meat, and you’ll be wearing a collar and leash for the rest of your life. That is part of your contract. Do you understand that?”
Too stunned for words, I simply nodded.
“Good. Now let’s seal the deal.”
Before I could blink my eyes, his lush lips crashed onto mine with a fierce, passionate tongue-driven kiss I couldn’t resist. As his stubble scraped my face and I raked my fingers through his thick ebony hair, an otherworldly feeling swept over me. I couldn’t believe this was all happening to me with the gorgeous King of Donuts, a man I’d dreamt of and thought I could never have. The line between fantasy and reality blurred. If I was dreaming, I didn’t want anyone to pinch me because I wanted this moment to never end.
“Excuse me.” A vaguely familiar snippy voice brought my mental ramblings to a screeching halt as Owen abruptly released my mouth and set me down. Snapping my eyes open, my vision shifted to the entrance of his office. Standing erect in the doorway was the prim, obnoxious woman who’d escorted me here while chiding me about my inappropriate behavior in the focus group. She even went as far as calling me a slut. Her gaze met mine and I could feel poisonous eye daggers coming my way.
“Mallory.” Owen’s voice was curt, masking any form of embarrassment. “I’ve told you before to knock before you enter my office. What is it?”
Keeping her venomous eyes on me, she responded, “Owen, as requested, I fired our ad agency and set up a meeting at two o’clock with a new one—ZAP. It’s the hottest shop in town.”
“Very well.” He looked my way. “Olive, will you please put together a complete file on ZAP. I need it before the meeting.”
Before I could say a word, Mallory barked out, “What the hell?”
Owen snapped back at her. “Watch your language, Clint.” And then his voice softened. “I’d like to you meet my new assistant, Olive Cumming.”
“Hi,” I said, with a smile and my most sugar-coated voice.
Her eyes narrowed at me and I swear I saw flames shooting out of her nostrils. I held my own as her gaze shifted back to Owen.
“Remember, 2 p.m. sharp.” With that, she stomped out of the office, leaving us alone.
“She’s a joy,” I commented, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Owen