Mastered By The Boss (4 page)

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Clearly, asking her about it was only making things
worse. She seemed more agitated now.

“It’s okay. I just want to ensure you’ll let me know
if there’s a problem so we can work it out.”

She nodded.

Hell, did she think he was hitting on her with that
‘we can work it out’ line?

She started to turn away again, then stopped and
gazed at him. “Thank you, Mr. Blair. I appreciate that.” Then her
lips turned up in a tremulous smile.

God, he could just sweep her into his arms and hold
her, then consume that pretty little mouth of hers.

She turned and hurried away.

* * *

As Kali left Mr. Blair’s office, his phone rang.

“Oh, yes, Spencer,” she heard him say. “I wanted to
ask you about the woman you were with at the party.”

She froze, only a few steps from his door.

“No, I’m not interested in her. I am interested in
finding out about the woman she arrived with.”

Oh, God.

“Kali?”

At the sound of Mr. Blair calling her name, she
turned back to his doorway.

“Yes, Mr. Blair?”

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, his hand
covering the receiver. “You were just standing there.”

“Oh, no, I just… forgot something.”

“Okay, well, please close my door.” He smiled. “And
don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the meeting.”

“Yes, sir.” She closed the door to his office,
blocking the rest of the conversation.

Damn, why was he looking for her? Or rather, the
woman he thought she was from the party. Was he trying to find her
so they could… date? Probably nothing that serious. Maybe he was
interested in prolonging the fling.

Still, the thought that he’d been as affected as she
was by the fantastic sexual experience they’d shared, filled her
with delight.

He wanted to find her. She felt like Cinderella!

She mentally shook herself. Was she crazy? This was
a disaster. She could not allow him to find out that was her.

She sat at her desk and picked up the phone, then
dialed. After two rings, she heard Serena’s voice on the other
end.

“We have a problem,” Kali said.

* * *

Ryan sat at the bar in Stokes, a place just around
the corner from the office where a lot of the executives would stop
for drinks after work. Spencer sat on the stool next to him.

“Sorry, Ryan. She won’t tell me who the woman
is.”

Ryan swirled his drink in his glass. “Why not?”

Spencer shrugged. “Who knows? You know how women can
be.” He sipped his drink. “Maybe she thinks I’m interested in her.
She was a pretty hot number in that leather get-up.”

Jealousy surged through Ryan at the fact Spencer had
noticed Cindy. Had ogled her delightful body in that very revealing
sub costume.

“So why do you want to find her?” Spencer asked.

Fuck. Ryan didn’t want it to get around the office.
What he did was his business.

“I found her earring. I saw her drop it and wanted
to ensure she got it back.”

“Well, you could just give it to me and I’ll give it
to Serena.”

“Serena?” Ryan stared at Spencer in surprise. “Your
secretary? That’s who you’re sleeping with.”

“Yeah, well…” Spencer looked appropriately contrite.
“I didn’t mean to let that slip.”

But Ryan doubted that. Serena was a beautiful woman.
Tall with strawberry blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders.
She had a stunning figure. That would be enough to capture the
attention of most men, but Serena also had that indefinable
quality…and ability to put someone in their place with just a
glance. It occurred to him that a Dominatrix costume fit her to a
T. She probably loved to be in control in the bedroom.

Yes, most of the men in the office drooled over her
and Spencer would love others to know he was fucking her.

“So why don’t you give me the earring?” Spencer
suggested, holding out his hand.

“I don’t have it with me,” Ryan lied. Somehow he
felt it would lead him to her and he was unwilling to give it
up.

“Maybe give it to me in the office then.”

“Sure,” Ryan said. “But why don’t you try again with
Serena?”

Spencer smiled. “I don’t think this is about an
earring. You fucked this woman at the party and now you’re looking
for more of the same. Am I right?”

“Just ask her, okay?” Ryan gestured for the
bartender and handed him his credit card.

The bartender nodded and walked toward the cash.
When he returned seconds later, Ryan signed the bill and stood up.
As he pushed his wallet back into his pocket, he glanced at the
other man.

“I have to ask,” Ryan said. “How do you do it?”

Spencer’s eyebrows arched. “Do what?”

“Have sex with someone you work so closely with?
Aren’t you worried it will affect your working relationship?”

Spencer shrugged. “Why should it? It’s just sex. And
if things get awkward at work—especially after we end it—I can just
have her transferred somewhere else.”

Ryan wasn’t sure he liked Spencer’s cavalier
attitude. Ryan wouldn’t want anything to ruin the working
relationship he had with Kali.

* * *

Ryan stared at the earring, the sunlight shining in
the big window behind his desk glittering on the stones.
Distractedly, he twirled the tiny gold post between his
fingers.

Someone walked into the office and he glanced up to
see Mary Ann from accounting approaching his desk.

“Mr. Blair, I have those monthly reports you asked
for.” She placed a binder on his desk, then her gaze caught on the
earring he was holding.

“Oh, you found Kali’s earring.”

His gaze ricocheted from the garnets to her
face.

“You think this is Kali’s?”

“It looks like it. May I see?” She held out her hand
and he placed the earring in her palm. She examined it and
nodded.

“Yeah, she wears them all the time. When I noticed
she didn’t have them on a couple of days ago I asked her about it
and she said she’d lost one.” Mary Ann handed the earring back.
“Her sister gave them to her and they mean a lot to her. She’ll be
happy you found it.”

Disbelief surged through him as he stared at the
tiny earring. The woman he’d been with… that he’d fantasized was
Kali the whole time he’d been fucking her… had actually
been
Kali?

God, he’d actually fucked Kali!

His cock lurched, wanting to do it again so badly he
could barely see straight.

“Mary Ann, don’t mention this to Kali. I want to see
her face when I tell her I found it.”

She smiled. “Sure thing.”

As soon as she left, he dropped the earring in his
palm and clamped his hand around it.

God damn! He’d suffered for months keeping a tight
rein on his building desire for her and she just casually fucked
him at a party.

Anger surged through him. He should fire her and her
sexy little ass.

* * *

Kali wrapped her hand around the coffee mug. “I’m
worried that he’s going to figure out it was me.”

“I already told you, you have nothing to worry
about,” Serena said.

“But you told me when he and Mr. Jameson went out
for drinks last evening, that Mr. Blair pushed him to ask you again
about me.”

“And he did and I told him it was none of his
business. Or Mr. Blair’s. He even tried to push me, saying that
only company personnel should have been at the party and if I’d
brought someone outside that I could be in trouble and he didn’t
want that. That if I told him who you were, he could ensure
everything would be okay.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him to go ahead and fire me.”

“Really? That was taking a big chance.”

“Not really. I just stuffed a ball gag in his mouth
and told him that the only one who would be in trouble was him and
then I used a paddle on his ass.”

“Oh, God. Too much information.” But a smile turned
up her lips at Serena’s incorrigible attitude.

They walked back to the office and she sat at her
desk. Everything would be fine. She didn’t need to worry about Mr.
Blair figuring out it was her. And she’d eventually get over her
nervousness around him and things would get back to normal. She
just had to give it time.

She was fine. Everything would be fine.

“Kali”.

She started at the sound of Mr. Blair’s sharp tone
behind her. She hadn’t even checked if he was in his office, since
she assumed he’d still be out at lunch.

She turned her chair to face him. “Yes, Mr.
Blair?”

He strode toward her and dipped his hand in his
pocket, then dropped something on her desk. Something tiny.

An earring. The familiar shape sent a wave of relief
through her. It was the earring her sister had given her on Kali’s
eighteenth birthday.

“My earring.” She smiled and picked it up. “That’s
great! Where did you…”

Then it hit her. Her gaze jerked to his.

“So that
is
yours.”

She froze. She couldn’t deny it. Not now. But…did
that mean…?

His gleaming granite gaze was locked on her face,
his expression sour.

“My office. Now!”

She stood up and scurried in front of him into his
office. He followed and closed the door behind them.

“It was you at the party,” he accused.

Her cheeks flamed, and she shook her head in a
daze.

“Don’t even try to deny it.”

She stared at him, her stomach fluttering. She’d
never seem him this angry.

“Are you…”—she swallowed, her throat gone
tight—“going to fire me?”

His sharp gaze bored through her, giving nothing
away.

Her chest constricted. Oh, God. Of course he was
going to fire her.

“Why the hell did you let it happen?” he
demanded.

“What do you mean?”

“You knew it was me.”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“I
didn’t
know it was you. That meant it was
up to you to stop it. Why didn’t you?”

Anxiety coiled through her gut. How could she tell
him it was because she had a major crush on him and had been
yearning to be in his arms ever since she’d started working for
him? That night had been a dream come true.

“Did you not care that this could cause a serious
problem with our working relationship?” he demanded.

“But you didn’t know, so I didn’t think it would
hurt.”

His jaw twitched. “But why take the chance?”

Her cheeks flamed. “I…” but she couldn’t think of
anything to say except that she’d been longing for him to take her,
and that would only make matters worse.

She couldn’t drag her gaze from his glittering eyes.
He was angry at her and she didn’t know how to fix this.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Blair. I have no excuse. I’ll go
pack up my desk.

But when she turned to go, his hand clamped around
her arm.

“Did I say you could go yet?”

She froze. “Uh… no, sir.”

He stepped closer, sending her heart-rate into
overdrive.

“You wanted it to happen,” he said.

She shook her head, not wanting it to be true. Or
rather, not wanting him to know it.

He grasped her shoulders, sending sharp pangs of
desire through her.

He took another step forward and she stepped
back.

“You wanted me to take control and to dominate you.
To fuck you.”

Her cheeks burned hotter.

He stepper closer and this time when she stepped
back she found herself against the closed door.

He shook his head and something in his expression
had changed. She couldn’t tell if it was anger flaring in his dark
eyes or… something else.

“You don’t know how long I’ve struggled to…” His jaw
twitched and she could feel the heat of his mood. “How hard I’ve
tried
not
to…”

Shock skittered through her as his arm slid around
her and he tugged her close. His other hand stroked over her hip,
then cupped her ass and pulled her tight to his body. Her eyes
widened at the hard bulge pressing against her belly.

“Ah, fuck, Kali.” Then his lips claimed hers.

Her heart pounded as his tongue pushed into her
mouth. She melted against him, need humming through her. Longing
for him to take her. Right here. Right now. His hard cock driving
into her, slamming her against the door of his office. As she’d
always dreamed.

He tore his mouth from her. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be
doing this.”

But she cupped his face and pulled it back to hers,
then kissed him, pushing her tongue between his lips.

“But I want you to.”

She could see a battle waging across his face, his
jaw twitching and his eyes sparking with need.

“Ah, fuck.” Then he claimed her lips again, his
mouth hard and demanding.

She could feel his erection even firmer and thicker
now and her body grew slick at the thought of it driving inside
her.

“Oh, please, Mr. Blair.” Her hand glided over his
stomach, then dragged the length of his hard cock. “I want you so
badly.”

Then she nipped his earlobe.

“Please, sir,” she murmured against his ear. “I want
you to fuck me right here in your office.”

She heard a deep rumbling growl in his throat, then
he shoved her hard against the door.

He tugged at her skirt, working it upward. Then his
hand glided over her inner thigh and…

She moaned at the feel of his fingers stroking over
her folds, only the thin fabric of her panties a barrier from him
thrusting inside.

She was sopping wet. He had to feel it.

He tugged aside the crotch and his fingers glided
along her naked folds. She whimpered at the exquisite delight of
his touch.

He fumbled with his zipper and she felt his thick
cock brush her thigh. Then…

“Ohhh,” she moaned as his hard shaft drove deep into
her.

She curled her fingers around his shoulders.

He stayed like that, crushing her to the door, his
whole body taut. All she could hear was their labored
breathing.