pillow next to her with a note saying that he wanted her to be wearing them and nothing else. She’d immediately put them on, then walked into the bathroom where he was showering. He’d been hesitant to take her into his arms, telling her that she was probably too tender after the many times he’d taken her the previous night. But the desire evident in his body had incited more lust than she could handle and she’d smiled shyly as she stepped into the shower and into his arms.
There was more than just jewelry though. One day, she’d arrived at her office to find a beautiful silk scarf on her desk, amazed to realize that it matched her outfit perfectly. Another day, she’d found a Rolex watch in her purse. There were chocolates in her nightgown, roses delivered to her desk, along with a matching diamond necklace, bracelet, gold chains and various other small pieces that magically appeared in her jewelry box on odd days.
One time she’d stuck a box in his briefcase and he’d stormed into her office with the package in his hands unopened. “Helen, you can’t buy me presents,” he ordered her.
She blinked at his serious interruption. “Why not?” she asked, sitting back in her seat. She was amazed at how unafraid of his scowl she was. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Because you can’t.”
Helen laughed. “That’s not a very good argument, even you have to admit that.”
He leaned down, his hands on her desk, the present beside his hand. “Because I can afford to give you gifts. You don’t make as much money as I do.”
She couldn’t quite maintain the cool, composed look she’d hoped to pass off. She could feel her face turn red. “I can’t afford the diamonds, but I can guarantee this won’t break me. Perhaps you should open it before you tell me not to buy things like that for you.”
Dimitri watched her beautiful features flush with color and was intrigued. He continued to watch her as he stood up, grabbed the package, tearing the paper away. When he had the box open, he looked down. When he looked back up, he was smiling again. “Okay, you win.” On his fingers dangled two small pieces of lace. With a husky laugh, he said, “You can buy me these all you’d like. When do I get to see you in this?” he asked, walking around the desk and pulling her up and into his arms.
“How about tonight?” she suggested.
“What are you doing for lunch?” he countered.
Pulling back, she laughed into his face. “You can’t for lunch. You have the Japanese contingent coming to discuss business with you.”
“Cancel it.”
“You can’t,’ she laughed. “And they’re coming over to your house for dinner.”
Dimitri threw back his head and groaned. “Not fair, Helen.” He dropped his arms and took a step back. “Fine, but the moment the door closes on everyone, you’re in trouble!”
He started to leave her office and she was horrified to see that the lace was still dangling from his hands. “Dimitri!” she called out to him. He stuffed it into his coat pocket without looking back.
Several days after, she was called into his office for an immediate meeting. Scrambling to pull together the notes she’d been compiling for a charity dinner he’d asked her to organize, Helen was taken aback when she walked in at the appointed time, spinning around when the door was slammed shut behind her.
“Payback time, Helen,” he said and locked the door.
Helen almost dropped her papers but she caught them against her chest. “Payback for what?” she asked, taking several steps backwards.
“For your gift, of course,” he replied evenly, moving forward and trapping her against his desk.
“I thought you liked it.”
“I did,” he replied, his hand sliding under her skirt as he lifted her up onto his desk. Her small yelp of surprise didn’t even give him pause.
“Then why would there be payback?” she asked, already gasping for breath as his hands pulled her underwear down, the fingers of one hand sliding into her soft folds while the other hand worked the buttons on her silk blouse. “What are you doing?” she demanded but couldn’t stop his hands. All she could do was lean back on his desk and let him have his way with her.
“You made me wait earlier in the week.”
“And?” she gasped, already writhing on his desk, her body desperate for release.
“And today, I have no meetings, no lunches, nothing that would keep me from finding