not listening to this bullshit.” Fuck her hangover, and fuck him and his pompous ass that thought money could buy him whatever he wanted.
“That’s why I wanted you.”
She knitted her brows. “What?” He totally didn’t answer the question on why he wanted her specifically, and instead was being cryptic again.
“I picked you because you don’t put up with my bullshit. You do, but I can see in your face, and the way you hold yourself that the majority of the time that you want to slap me, curse at me, and quit.”
Yes, that was all true, but still it didn’t make any sense on why a man like him, so dominating in every aspect of his life, wanted a woman that was clearly not submissive in all things. She had never rolled over for a guy, and sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. Sorcha was the one to lean in now, and the table was smaller, intimate even, and so her face was pretty close to his. “I’m not just going to give you what you want, subject myself to your nasty sexual fetishes, and be your little slut for the next seven days. I may need money, but I don’t need to earn it that way.”
Before she could move he stood, and that put her right in line of view with his massive erection. She widened her eyes at the sight, but couldn’t even move as shock filled her. His dick strained against the material of his jeans, and she swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. He was … huge.
“It turns me on that you talk back, that you don’t put up with my bullshit, and it’s because of those reasons, and my own selfish desires, that make me want to have you, Sorcha.” He placed his hands flat on the table, bent at the waist, and put his face close to hers. “A part of you hates me, and rightfully so, but there is also another part of you that didn’t reject my offer outright.” He looked right in her eyes, and she got lost in the icy blue depths. “That other part is intrigued, aroused even by the thought of signing yourself away to me. Isn’t that right?” He was taunting her, mocking her and her feelings, but he didn’t know her at all, not in the six months that she had been at his beck and call.
She stood, gritted her teeth, and refused to acknowledge what he was saying. But the truth was he was right. There was a strong part of her that was curious as to what it would be like to be his, for no other reason than for the fact that he wanted her. Maybe this was all just a bullshit, but elaborate, scheme for him to fuck her. He had the money to drop like this, but he didn’t need to, that was for sure.
“I won’t ever be yours, Mr. Hartford.” She gripped her purse in her hand and turned to leave the office. She most likely wouldn’t have a job come Monday, but if this was the shit she had to work with, screw it. She’d waitress at the coffee shop if she had to, but she wouldn’t do what he wanted. She reached for the handle, but his deep voice stopped her once again. He had this uncanny ability to do that, and she hated it, but secretly wanted more.
“Even if you decide not to sign the contract, you have a job.”
She closed her eyes, hated that although he had just offered up a dick proposal, he still had a little bit of decency in him. Or maybe this was still part of the game? She didn’t respond, but before she knew what was happening he was right behind her. Sorcha felt his body heat slam into her, felt his warm, humid breath brush along the nape of her neck, and felt herself actually tremble. The feelings that bombarded her were so damn intense she couldn’t control her breathing. She went from pissed off to aroused in seconds flat.
Then the asshole pressed his erection into her lower back, dug the fucking thing into her, and she felt like she might pass out. This was so going against company policy. Hell, this totally put sexual harassment in the workplace to a whole different level.
“Just think about it, Sorcha.”
Her breath became shallow, and her desire for this man heightened. The feeling of his dick on her lower