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RHYSI want to barge into the office and give the employee a piece of my mind, but Kira beats me to it.A cold chuckle escapes her mouth. "Is that so?""Isn’t it obvious?" The other woman’s tone is dripping with so much spite that I know she is glaring at Kira even if I cannot see her.I hear the sound of liquid pouring, then Kira speaks again. "You say it like it’s something wrong, but I have read the company policy normally, backwards and sideways for safe measure. There is no rule against relationships between colleagues. So even if you were right, it would be none of your business.""Besides," Kira continues, her voice echoing through the hall, laced with annoyance. "No, I am not his pet. Get your nonsense out of my sight before I set up a meeting for you to tell Mr. Redmond what you think of his personal life."The woman walks out and all but scurries out of the kitchen. When she sees me, she freezes, her glasses nearly dropping to the floor."Mr… Mr. Redmond, I didn’t mean…" I w
RHYS I have a million questions, which, in itself, is odd. The whole point of Kira having a safe word is that when she utters it, I stop whatever I’m doing. No hesitation, no questions asked. But I’m more curious than I should be. Does she want me to pause because we are in the car and Shane might see what I’m doing, or for other reasons? Her body certainly wants me—it’s evident in the way she reacted to my touch—but I retract my hand. The sigh of relief that leaves her mouth is mixed with guilt and confusion. For the rest of the car ride, I focus on my laptop, trying to get as much work as possible, but I feel my assistant’s eyes on me. When I look over to her, she darts her eyes away to stare at the buildings we pass. I chuckle. Kira Davidson is more of an open book than she realizes. When we arrive at the villa, Olivia throws her arms around me. "Rhys, it’s been a while! I already love the place." I notice Kira’s grim look beside me. She purses her lips, upset that anothe
I do as I’m told, gladly. My legs were already trembling, and I feared I would fall if I kept standing before him.The man doesn’t pounce on me immediately. He is deep in thought for a torturous amount of time, regarding me like a prey he has been saving for a while. I don’t know if he is going to devour me or play around for a while."Play with yourself," he orders.The command catches me off guard. I lie back, my fingers trembling as they find their way underneath my skirt and into my panties. Being near him barely an hour ago got me aroused and longing, so it’s not a surprise when I find that I’m soaking wet.I have pleasured myself before, but it’s a different feeling when Rhys is watching. I know he can’t see everything—my panties are in the way—but the bulge in his pants tells me this is enough. He stares at me hungrily, the lust in his eyes spurring me on.I throw my head back, a low moan escaping from my mouth. I clasp a hand over my mouth, muffling any sounds in fear that som
KIRA"Do you want me to stop?" Rhys’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.I should nod and end this madness right now, but instead, I shake my head. Rhys stops anyway. I straighten up and look at him. "Is anything wrong?""I should be asking you that."I shake my head again. "Nothing’s wrong. I do have questions about your sister. She introduced herself as…" I don’t get to finish my statement before his expression turns ice-cold. I wouldn’t elicit such a fierce reaction if I asked for his credit card pin.Since when was it a crime to ask questions? I snort. "You and Shane ran a background check on me, yet I can’t ask a single question about you?"His brooding expression tells me what he thinks of me challenging him."You work for me," is all he says in explanation. Sure, of course. I almost forgot he was my boss. He is afraid his employees could have a past that will implicate the company’s image. Or he just wanted to uncover the skeletons in your closet. Wake up, Kira."I will get b
Future Mrs. Redmond doesn’t spare me an extra glance before strutting past me in her high heels, leaving a whiff of expensive perfume.When I show her to Rhys’s office, he speaks without looking at me. "Close the door."Jerk. Does he have to act like I’m the one who threw myself at him? Sure, my fantasies may have fueled whatever insanity was going on between us, but he wasn’t drunk or oblivious. He knew he was engaged.I silently shut the door and return to my desk, only for the phone to ring within seconds. I guess his future wife wants me to go out and buy more coffee to serve her. Or I’m getting told off for upsetting her.I’ve thought up an excuse, but when I answer the call, all I hear is a gruff "Did I ask you to leave?"I think back to the last several minutes. When he said to close the door, did he mean without leaving?Thank you for the detailed instructions, Mr. Redmond. When I go back to his office, the supermodel is not sitting on his lap like I dreaded. She is on the pl
KIRA Fiancé?Of course he is engaged. Rhys is most women’s dream man; wealthy, powerful, and so handsome that he could have been a supermodel. Not to mention, he asked me to be his fiancée in the past, despite claiming to find me unattractive. He must have been desperate—makes sense that he would find someone else as soon as possible.Why does it hurt so much? I knew whatever was going on between us was purely sex, and it hasn’t even been going on for long. I shouldn’t want to pull his fiancée’s hair for merely existing.I must have been staring into space for longer than I realized because the woman starts tapping her foot impatiently."I’m sorry, Miss, who is your fiancé?" I ask like a fool. Maybe the man he is referring to is not Rhys, and she got the wrong office."Rhys Redmond," she says the name like it’s a sacred vow, like she wants to slap me across the face for wasting her time.I look at my computer screen. I want to take my sweet time to make her wait, but mixing my job wi