“I know that’s what will happen. Your past speaks for itself, and I ignored everyone’s warning for far too long,” I said firmly. I couldn’t believe what I was saying, and it was hard to keep my legs from trembling. “In fact, I don’t even know why I agreed to come here. You’ve all but told me with your body language that you’re uncomfortable with me quitting my job and coming to work for you anyway.”
Silence filled the room as we gazed at each other. Tyler made the first move, walking over to his chair and sitting down. He pushed himself back away from his desk, spreading his legs out wide.
The way he looked in that chair, so masculine and inviting, almost made me want to jump him right then and there. He looks like . . . a boss. The fucking King of the World.
He titled his head as he studied me, his eyes glittering. “I think you need some convincing.”
My mouth was dry as I tried not to stare. He was really turning me on. “Convincing of what?”
“That I’m not what you think of me. That I’m serious when I say that I want to be with you.”
I snorted. “Please.”
“I’m fucking serious.” Tyler motioned at me. “Come here.”
“Are you crazy?” I demanded. “I’m not going anywhere near you.” It pissed me off at how unconvincing I sounded, and it was hard not to tremble beneath his gaze.
“Fuck!” Tyler cried out randomly, grabbing at his sides, his face seemingly twisting with pain. Without thinking, I rushed around his desk to his side and placed my hands on his shoulder. “Are you okay—”
Tyler suddenly straightened in his seat and smiled up at me, his eyes sparkling. “Gotcha.”
I swung my palm at his face, but he was quick to react, catching my wrist inches away from his cheek and pulling me into a hard, lingering kiss.
I broke away with a gasp, my chest heaving, my limbs trembling uncontrollably. “How dare you!”
Tyler smiled up at me, unperturbed by my faux rage. “Oh, I dare.” He spread his legs out wider. “I dare you to have your way with me.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the challenge in his eyes. The man was serious. He was challenging me to do whatever I wanted with him, however I wanted.
I should slap him, I thought, and I actually did it this time. I slapped him across the face. His head whipped to the side and he slowly turned his head back to face me, letting out a mocking chuckle.
"Is that the best you could do?"
I slapped him again, harder this time. I even managed to leave a red mark on his cheek.
Tyler was still unfazed by my efforts, laughing harder. "You hit like a bitch."
That's it!
I jumped into his lap, straddling him, and pulled his tie around his neck, choking him.
"Wanna’ talk shit now?" I snarled in his face, choking him with his tie. "Not so funny now, huh, bad boy?"
Tyler ignored my best efforts, pulling me in for another kiss that left me dizzy and wheezing against his neck.
I smacked him for the third time, my breathing ragged. "I didn't say you could touch me!" I snapped, majorly turned on. Down below, I could feel his hard on pressing against me. It made me wet, wanton with desire.
I jumped out of his lap, my gaze furious. Tyler eyed me with amusement as I turned around and snatched open one of the drawers in his desk, looking for something I could use on him.
I dug through a couple of drawers until I found a spare tie he had tucked away. I quickly snatched the tie out and went around to the back of Tyler's chair. I grabbed his arms and pulled them behind the chair, tying his wrists together.
"What do you think you're doing?" Tyler asked. His voice was tinged with excitement, sending a thrill through my body.
“Just shut up and sit there.”
Deftly, I undid his loose tie from around his throat and wrapped it around his eyes, blindfolding him.
"There," I muttered when I was finished, surveying my work.
Here was this sexy, handsome, powerful man sitting right in front of me, bound and tied. Ready for me to have my way with him. I wanted to jump him. Right then. Right there. And have glorious, hot and steamy sex. But that just wouldn’t do. I needed to vent some frustration.
What are you doing, Victoria?
I ignored my annoying conscience and pushed Tyler out and away from his desk and into the middle of the room.
"You've been a very, very naughty boy, Mr. Locklin," I purred, circling Tyler's chair.
Tyler tilted his head to the side, trying to get a lock on my position. “I have?"
I didn't answer, and instead, stooped to take off my heels. I took one of them, a glittering red pump, and stepped in front of him. I gently pressed the stiletto into his chest and ran it down, ripping the fabric of his shirt.
"Uh, Victoria?" Tyler's normally confident voice sounded slightly nervous. "What are you doing?"
I giggled. "Punishing you."
"Well, shit, can you do that without ripping up my clothes? That shirt was five hundred bucks."
I grinned, though I knew he couldn't see my expression, grabbing a hold of either side of his shirt. I jerked as hard as I could, and a ripping sound filled the room as the material came apart in my hands, leaving him bare-chested.