nowhere to hide, and nothing really to hide under. Sure, she could leave, just walk out of his SUV and never look back, but then she’d be out of a job. And it took everything she had, plus a little extra luck, to land her the job as an office assistant at Baldpate, as unfulfilling as it was.
“Yes, I do.”
“And what are the latest headline rumblings saying about me, if you don’t mind sharing?”
She flashed a subtle grin of her own, delighting at the chance to remind him of his soiled reputation. “You don’t know?”
“I don’t bother. If I did, I’d never be able to keep up my production rate.”
“You must know something about what they’re saying about you,” she said, brushing away a stray, curly lock of hair that blocked part of her view of him.
“I think I have an idea, but I bet you could still teach me a thing or two.”
She smirked. “ Me , teach you ?”
“Why not? You already taught me what a good liar someone can be.”
There is something seriously wrong with this man . She had thought other men in her past were controlling, but Colton Marcus was taking this to a whole new level. Must be the success that’s turned him into this , she thought.
“I… I’m not sure exactly what you mean,” she stammered. But she knew exactly what he meant. She knew he was pissed, because he thought she was a student in Baldpate’s writing department, but she was the furthest thing from it in reality.
He closed his eyes and raised both brows; it was as if he was trying to control whatever rage he’d been feeling in that moment. Then he pinned booth of her shoulders against the car window. She couldn’t move, nor did she want to try for reasons that weren’t clear even to her. “I think one lie in our first twenty-four hours of knowing each other is enough, Ms. Ward.”
She swallowed hard as he held her in place. Not that she was complaining; she had spent every last second since he’d lifted up her dress and had his total way with her in the conference room at Baldpate wondering if she’d ever get to feel his power again.
She knew what she had to do. Her skinny, weathered boss, Rebecca Stein, made that clear to her the moment after she found out she was suspended from her job for six weeks- she was to apologize to him. And even though she’d already tried to do just that, she knew he wanted more of an apology than she originally assumed.
“I should have told you the truth,” she said, her eyes wide and fixed on his gaze. He released her shoulders, one of his hands slowly brushing along her breast as he moved it back to his own lap.
“Whichis?” he asked as he held his hand up to his ear as he waited for a response.
She took in a deep breath, swallowing whatever pride she had left. He didn’t deserve this much from her; she’d made an honest mistake after all, sneaking in to hear a man of his stature speak. Who wouldn’t do the same exact thing if they were in her shoes?
And besides, wasn’t the fact that she’d given her body completely over to him enough? What more could he possibly want from her?
“I shouldn’t have been in there. I… I was supposed to be making copies, and I heard you were coming, and I…” Her voice trailed off as she lowered her head, flushed cheeks and all.
“And what made you think you deserved to be in there at all? You weren’t a student there, correct?” he demanded an answer to his question.
She nodded her head up and down one time. “Correct, sir.”
“And you weren’t an applicant to my travelling fellowship award, right?”
“That’s also correct, Mr. Marcus.”
He chuckled so loud it grabbed her attention. She lifted her shamed head and looked towards him. “If this is so funny, then why do I have to beg for my job back like this?” she asked.
He smirked, and then slowly, slowly, slowly undressed her with his gaze.
Dirty pig , she thought. Behind the money and the success, he’s still only about one thing .
But there was