Her Godfather: A Dark Romance (With FREE Bonus Book: Trapped In His World) (10 page)

I nod and quickly get up, not wanting to upset him any further. As I make my way to the office I wonder what this is all about. Consternation creeps in as negative thoughts fill my mind. Maybe I did something wrong or maybe he doesn’t like the way I work. What if he is calling me into his office to fire me on my first day? My shoulders droop slightly. If I can’t do a job for one week or even a day, who is going to hire me now? We reach his office and he shuts the door, turning the lock. I frown. That’s strange. Why does he feel the need to lock the door? I nibble nervously at my lower lip and twirl my hands together. “Uh, how was your meeting?” I ask feebly, forcing a smile. It’s very hard to do, considering that I am a nervous wreck.

“It didn’t go as planned,” he says shortly.

I release a low breath. OK, maybe this has nothing to do with me after all. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell me why he wanted me to stay after hours and why I am standing in his office. All he does is rake his gaze over me. He reaches up to loosen his tie and run his fingers through his hair. I wish I could do that for him, run my fingers through his head of luxurious-looking black hair. He seems troubled, as if he is battling internally with himself. I detect a play of emotion across his features and they disappear quickly. How does he do that? How does he give a slight sliver of emotion and return to cool and emotionless so quickly? It makes it difficult to read him. What is he thinking right now?

I begin to bite my lower lip again and his gaze lands on my lips. I stop biting immediately and my tongue darts out to moisten my lips. His eyes follow my tongue’s movement. I swallow hard, feeling too hot all of a sudden. He steps toward me and I take a step back, the back of my legs hitting against his desk. I can go no further. My nervous lip-biting resumes. “Don’t do that, Navia,” he whispers, reaching out to cup my chin with long fingers. He smoothens a finger over my lower lip and I forget to continue breathing. “It’s very tempting to kiss you when you do that.”

My eyes widen. I don’t have much experience, but I am pretty sure this is not typical employer-employee behavior. I am speechless, my mind in turmoil. Should I speak out and tell him this is not appropriate, or say and do nothing, to see how far he goes? The devil on the left side of my shoulder tells me to do the latter. “Do you have any idea why I called you in here, Navia?”

I swallow hard. “N-Not the slightest idea,” I breathe out.

His lips curl, “Your innocence is refreshing. Are you really as innocent as you seem?”

“Well, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. Innocent in what way?” I watch as he peels off his jacket and throws it onto a chair. I follow his every movement, noticing how graceful and powerful each movement is. He is still standing very close, and I find it difficult to think straight.

“I have wanted to do something since I locked eyes with you on Saturday.” His gaze lowers to my mouth. “Your full lips are very tantalizing, just like the rest of you.”

I gawk up at him. I am in shock over his statement. He finds me tantalizing? I find it hard to believe that a man like Jason Black finds me attractive. “Err… I-I—,” my words refuse to come out properly. His lips twitch as if he is enjoying my discomfort. He lowers his head to mine, and his lips hover mere centimeters above mine. My breathing quickens. I want to pinch myself. This is playing out just like one of the dreams I had about him. Maybe this isn’t real. He doesn’t kiss me but continues to watch me intently.

“Would you like me to kiss you, Navia?” he enquires.
Hell yes!
I shout in my mind. But the words can’t pass my lips. I nod. “Answer me properly,” he demands. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I— yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

I want so badly to feel his lips on mine. I ache for it. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Next time make sure you say ‘please.’”

There’s going to be a next time? Before I can analyze his statement any further, I draw in a breath as his lips capture mine. His mouth moves gently, urging my lips to move to part. I love the smooth, warm feel of his mouth, and my lips soon part to allow him entrance into my mouth. His gentle movements soon become more rough and urgent. He cups my face and forces my head back, causing me to moan in shock and delight. I moan as he ravishes my mouth. He pulls away to whisper, “You taste just as good as I thought you would.” He tastes just as good as I thought he would, as well, and his lips are just as soft. But I say nothing. What am I supposed to say? That I loved it and I want him to kiss me again? My fingers move to touch swollen lips ravaged by his passionate kiss. “Do you want more, Navia?” he asks.

My eyes fly up to meet his, “More kissing?”

A wicked grin forms on his lips, and I frown. “I guess you really are that innocent,” he says lowly. His grin turns into a grimace and he takes several steps back. He closes his eyes and whispers, “I shouldn’t do this. I should send you home, leave you the hell alone.”

Alarm rises in me. “Send me home? No, please don’t. I really need this job.”

He frowns, “It’s not about the damn job, Navia.”

I am immensely relieved, but still confused. “Oh, then what is it about?”

He rushes forward. “To hell with it, I can’t resist,” he growls. 

Chapter Four

I gasp just as he reaches me. I have no time to protest before he engages me in a forceful kiss. He lifts me and places me on his desk. My bottom lands on the hard surface with a soft thud. I pull my face away, “Mr. Black, what—”

“Quiet,” he commands. My mouth immediately clamps shut at his rough tone. He steps between my legs and forces my thighs open.

“Wait, this isn’t right,” I whisper, with anxiety forming in my chest.

“I don’t care about what is right at the moment,” he mutters. He slips his hand beneath my hiked-up dress and I hear the material of my panty being ripped. I gasp, my mouth dropping open. I watch in stunned silence as he swiftly unzips his pants and sheaths himself with a condom. He pulls my bottom to the edge of the desk. “Mr. Black— Aahh!” I let out a shriek when he pushes into my tight passage without warning. The pain that shoots through me quickly turns to pleasure. I still can’t quite believe that I am having sex with my temporary boss in his office on his desk. How did it come to this? What am I thinking? I should have stopped him. Even though it has already gone far, I should still put a stop to this and walk away. I sense that I am getting in way over my head with this man.

The problem is I can’t bring myself to stop him, because he feels so good inside of me. I moan when he slams into me again. He shows no sign of slowing down or gentleness. His hips move relentlessly. He grips the nape of my neck tightly and pulls me into a violent kiss. I moan into his mouth at the roughness of his lips and the urgent movement of his hips. I try to push against his chest to get him to slow down, but my attempts are futile. It seems he does not even realize my hands are on him. The pressure in my core begins to build and my orgasm tears violently through me. I let out a scream, not recognizing the strangled sound of my own voice.

He moans his release moment later and pulls away from me. I feel cold and empty at his absence. It is not only his physical absence but also his mental absence. His demeanor is without emotion. I watch, unable to move, my breaths coming out in short puffs, as he pulls the condom filled with his seed off and drops it in the garbage can. “Get yourself cleaned up,” he says gruffly. That’s it? That is all he has to say? I close my eyes briefly as hurt washes over me. What was I expecting? He just has an itch to scratch; the sex meant absolutely nothing to him. I hop off the desk and straighten my dress. I say nothing. I’m much too humiliated to utter a word. My cheeks flame and tears threaten to drop. I walk out of his office, carrying the remainder of my shattered dignity. I walk unseeing to my desk to gather my belongings. I don’t think I can come back here tomorrow. There is no way I can face Jason Black after today. What am I going to tell Chloe when she calls? I groan; I didn’t even think about what she would say or how she would feel.

I make a decision: I am definitely not going to mention any of this to her. That means I have to return the next day. What explanation will I have to give her if I don’t?  I sigh. So much for staying out of the boss’s way and out of trouble. I am heading out the door when I hear him, “Let me take you home.” I stiffen. Is he for real? He treats me abominably and now he is offering to take me home. I don’t turn around. I can’t face him.

“It’s OK, no thank you.” I place my hand on the knob and pull the door open. I gasp when he appears behind me and pushes the door shut with one hand. I feel the heat radiating off his body onto my back. If I turn around, he will be right in my face.

“It’s late, I should take you home.”

“It’s not that late. I’m a big girl.”

“Are you going to turn around and look at me?”

I draw in a deep breath and slowly turn around. I stare at his chest, still unable to meet his gaze. He lifts my chin with his fingers and forces me to look at him. “Will you be back tomorrow?”

My lashes lower. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

He tilts his head to the side and studies me closely, his forehead creasing as he frowns. I want to reach up and smooth out the frown lines. I am immediately disgusted with myself. Why do I still want to touch the man? Why do I even care if he is unhappy? I need serious help, like from a therapist. He drops his hand from the door and steps back. He gives a brusque nod, “I will see you tomorrow then.” I turn and open the door. I walk away without a backward glance. Once in the elevator, I sag against the wall and clutch my chest. I take several deep breaths. I hope I don’t start hyperventilating. I find myself shaking uncontrollably. I ask myself over and over what just took place in Jason Black’s office. I’m still in denial, but the soreness between my thighs lets me know the entire thing was real.

What got into me? I have never done anything like that before. I have slept with exactly one man in all of my twenty-four years, and the sex was nothing compared to the sex I just had with Jason Black. I cover my face with my hands. I think I might even like Jason’s brusqueness. No, no I shouldn’t. I should hate his guts. What he just did was take advantage of me and then treat me terribly afterwards on top of it. I hate him. But my body still craves his touch. I wonder if sex with him will ever happen again. A depraved part of me hopes it will. I groan into the silence of the elevator. What am I going to do? I have four more days to work with the man.

The elevator doors slide open and I step out and numbly make my way outside. I manage to throw the security guard a tight smile. He nods and smiles, then returns to reading his paper. I take a breath as the light breeze cools my heated skin. I just want to get home and curl up in bed. I need to prepare myself mentally for facing Jason Black again the next day.

*

I sit up in bed with my arms wrapped around my raised knees. I glance at the time. It’s after eight. My mind is in such turmoil, I can’t even focus on tonight’s episode of Dancing with the Stars. I stare aimlessly at the television, not able to take in anything that is going on. My mind is occupied with thoughts of Jason Black. I think about how much I hate him right now. Heated thoughts about the feel of his lips against mine and the feel of him filling me creep into my mind. I close my eyes as if he is actually here caressing me. Desire starts to pool inside of me at the memory of him between my thighs. I clamp them together and will him out of my mind.

My phone blares out, pulling me from my erotic memories. I grab it up gratefully and answer. “Hello?”

“Hi hon! How are you?” a cheerful voice shouts into my ear.

I smile, “Hey Chloe. I’m OK. How is Jamaica?”

She lets out a contented sigh, “Oh honey, it is absolutely heavenly. The past two days have been glorious. I don’t want to return to New York on Saturday. I wish we could stay another month in this tropical paradise.”

I giggle, “Well, I’m sorry you will have to return to reality soon. I’m glad you’re having a good time, though. How is Seth?”

“He loves every minute we spend here, just like I do. So, how was your first day with Mr. Black?”

Oh crap.
The question was bound to come. I knew it would, but it still hits me hard. The sound of his name causes my stomach to flutter. “Uh, it was… uneventful.” Could that be any further from the truth? “It was fine, I guess.”

“See? I told you it would be easy. Is he treating you OK?”

I run my fingers through my hair and continue to lie to my best friend. “Yeah, sure. He’s great.”

Chloe squeals, “Good, I’m glad everything is working out. I feel so much more at ease knowing you are there taking care of things for me. Thanks again.”

“Sure, no problem, Chloe,” I say weakly. “Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon and don’t you even think about work. Everything is fine.”

“Thank you so much, girl. I’m going to give my
husband
some attention now. Miss you, hon. Talk to you soon.”

I smile. I know she will be emphasizing the word “husband” for weeks to come. “OK, miss you too. Later.” I pour out a weighty sigh when Chloe hangs up. I throw myself onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I hope I don’t go to hell because of all the lies I just told. I wonder if I will ever come clean to Chloe about what happened between her boss and me. I shake my head. Probably not. It is way too humiliating. I hate to think what she would think of me if she found out.

I lay in bed, staring into space for God only knows how long. I finally doze off. I find myself in Jason Black’s office. I look out the window. The many lights illuminate the city. The view is absolutely gorgeous. I feel Jason come to a stop behind me. He bends down to kiss my neck and I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on my skin. His hands creep lower to caress my thighs, slowing rising to brush against my mound. My breathing quickens as he pushes my panties aside.  He pushes one finger inside of me, then two. I throw my head back against his chest and groan in pleasure. “Do you want me to hurt you?” he whispers the question in my ear. My eyes fly open. Huh? I sit up abruptly. I look around. I’m now in my bedroom. I was having another erotic dream about Jason Black. My skin is flushed, and I can feel the moisture in my underwear. It’s crazy, the effect that merely dreaming about him has on me, let alone the man himself.  I wipe at the fine sheen of sweat on my forehead. The clock on my bedside table is flashing six thirty. I might as well get up and prepare myself to face the object of my dreams this morning.

I drag myself out of bed. I need caffeine, right this minute, before my brain can even process how I feel about seeing the man in a few short hours. I pad across the hardwood floor to the kitchen. I’m really not looking forward to facing Jason this morning, but I suppose I have no choice but to show up. I can do this, only four more days to go. I’m sure I can survive a few more days in his presence. After Friday, I never have to see him again. I frown as I sip my coffee. The thought of never seeing him again tugs at my heart. I can’t help but remember the man that asked me to dance at Chloe’s wedding. Yes, I sensed an air of darkness and danger about him from that time, but he was so kind. He seemed a different man than the one that threw me onto his desk and took me so callously yesterday.

I growl in aggravation. Why am I complaining about it? It was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life. Secretly I wouldn’t mind him throwing me across his desk and taking me without warning again. If only he would be just a tad more gentle and not act like a complete jerk afterward. The man is seriously flawed; there is no doubt about it. I can see the shadows in his eyes and his potential for cruelty.
 

*

I reluctantly walk into the office, holding my breath in preparation for seeing Jason. I release my breath when I enter and find that I am alone. Good, I have a little time to compose myself. I settle in and try to act normal. I steel myself for the moment he arrives. I will not show any emotion, just like him, and see how he likes it. I give the schedule Chloe left a quick glance, checking to see what Mr. Black has on his agenda for today. Apparently all of his meetings will be held here today. I guess I will be busier today. Good, I will need the distraction. I hear footsteps and clench my jaw. He is here. I take a deep breath and look up. My heart drops. It’s the woman who was with Jason at the wedding. She recognizes me. “
You
,” she sneers. “What are you doing here? Where’s the other girl?” She looks down her nose at me, sheer hate in her gaze.

I shrink under her hateful stare. I have never been able to stand up against the bullies who plagued my school years, especially not against the pretty, popular girls. The woman standing before me definitely brought me back to those miserable days. The sliver of confidence that I managed to build up over the years after graduating high school withers away. “I-I’m just a temp. Are you here to see Mr. Black?”

She huffs, “Well, who else would I be here to see?”

I clear my throat and square my shoulders. I’m not the chubby child that I used to be in school. I am a grown woman and I shouldn’t let this woman intimidate me. Mustering up a little courage, I respond, “He is not here yet. You are free to have a seat out here and wait.”

She snorts, “Please, I will be waiting in his office.”

“You will do no such thing, Darla. I don’t like people in my personal space.”

Darla and I both swing around at the sound of Jason’s voice.  I draw in a breath. All of my determination about showing no emotion when he arrives flies out the window. My eyes roam over his body with longing. He looks magnificent in another suit that seems to be made just for him. I stand up as he walks in. His eyes penetrate me, “Good morning, Navia.”

Goodness, I will never get tired of him calling my name. “Good morning, Mr. Black. Your visitor is very adamant about seeing you.”

His eyes don’t leave mine, “I can see that, thank you.” He turns to address the leggy blond. “What do you want, Darla? Was I not clear when I told you to never show up at my office again?”

Darla seems taken aback, “Well, yes, darling, but I missed you. You haven’t called, like you said you would.”

“You’ve disobeyed me, Darla, I’m not happy,” he growls.

Her eyes widen, “I’m sorry, sir. You can punish me in any way you please.” Her eyes lower to the floor. My eyebrows shoot up.
Sir? Punish?
What in the hell is she talking about? And what happened to the confident bitch that was ready to devour me just minutes before? She has disappeared, leaving in her place a demure child, begging for attention and who knows what else. I am so confused. My gaze swings from Jason, whose expression is like a raging storm, to Darla, then back to him. I get the feeling that I am missing something major here.