Chapter Four

CASSY

I turn to face Drake, reminding myself for the hundredth time that I can’t think of him the way I used to. My eyes are in the habit of finding all his best features, though, and they never got the memo about us hating him now. That’s why I can’t help but take in his chiseled jaw and slate gray eyes.

His broad shoulders and firm chest. The way his generous mouth ticks upward at the corner, his lips practically begging to be kissed or at least touched. I wonder how soft they would be. It takes a second for me to snap out of it. This isn’t the sex god of my wildest fantasies, and no matter how much I used to want him, he’s not going to be my first. And I've always forgotten about them anyway.

I am convinced he hates me. After how he looked coldly at me that night. He walked past me that night, standing behind me and asking me to put on the clothes and at least have some shame. I felt like the ground should open and swallow me up. It has never been the same whenever I come in contact with him. Which is every fucking day.

“I don't see a cat here so I don't know who you are talking about.”

He only rolls his eyes. “Right. Keep telling yourself that, pet.”

“What do you want?”

“I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.”

“I wouldn’t put it that way.”

“So how would you put it?”

“We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.”

“If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”

“Cut to the chase, Drake. You might be all high and mighty about having to put chains around my neck but I wouldn't just let you fo as you please. I'm not some kid.” I said calmly, my arms folded across my chest, forcing my eyes to glue into his and not trail down to his pants. Oh goodness, how am I supposed to survive two months with him?

I wonder how he would look like with a sweatpant hanging loosely around that waist. Snap out of it Cassandra. You are supposed to hate him, remember, not fantasize about him as he stands in front of you obviously here to rub the fact that you're still a prisoner in your face.

“I just wanted to make sure you aren't drowning in sorrow because you have to spend the rest of the coming couple of months with me.” He snickered, waving a file in front of me which I knew he was probably here to give to me.

“You should know better than to talk to me the way you are right now. Or else maybe I’ll have to ask my father to assign somebody else to me. Somebody who can actually do the job without whining to me about it.”

“That’s what you think this is? You think I’m whining?” Before I know what’s happening, he backs me up against the open bedroom door. There’s so much of him, all at once. His size, the smell of his cologne, the warmth coming from his body. The fine hairs on my arms stand straight up when his hot breath washes over my skin as he leans down. “It’s a warning, pet. The first sign of any of your shit, and he’s going to hear about it.”

“Are you threatening me?” I asked, holding his gaze.

“No, I'm telling you.”

My knees threaten to buckle, but I can’t let that happen. His voice sent chills down my spine, sending thrills down between my thighs at the same time. Why do I have to be like this? Why does he have this effect on me despite knowing this was all wrong.

It is totally wrong.

I lift my chin despite the way my body trembles. “Go ahead and tell him. We’ll see how much longer you have a job once you do. I think we both know it’ll be better if you keep your mouth shut and let me do what I want. I am not a teenager you keep cooped up. I've done a lot of things in college and you can't keep them from happening again.”

“A lot of things that doesn’t include exploring wild sex? Yes you're good.” he said calmly. I was stunned he could say that plainly and boldly. I was meant to be shocked by my knees finally buckled but before I could slide down, I felt something pressing against my chest.

A soft moan escaped my lips, stunning me as much as he stunned him. I didn't know if it made any difference on him but before I could let out a breath, he haf pulled away from me.

“Every information you need to know about the company, city and our trip. Boss asked me to compile it earlier and give it to you. Read through it and don't give me a hard time.”

I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s gone, disappearing as silently as he appeared in the first place. And I’m supposed to live with this man with nobody around to keep him in check.

I slam the door behind me, then finally slump forward with my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. My heart’s pounding, my head’s spinning, and my nipples are tight enough to make me wince. I’m so wet I can feel it spreading past my lips and soaking into my panties.

I have to.

I’ll die if I don’t.

My hand slips under the waistband of my joggers, and inside my panties. I find my clit and bite my lip against a groan of relief, but the relief doesn’t last long. My fingers move in a familiar, circular motion over the bundle of nerves, my breathing picking up, my body tensing.

What if he grabbed me instead of walking away? What if he threw me on the bed and did what we couldn’t do back at home? I would be totally at his mercy. And I’d love it. My body tenses, eyes squeezed tight. My free hand rubs my tits before I pinch my nipples, moving back and forth.

But it’s not my fingers. It’s his lips, pulling and sucking, his tongue lapping at the very tip. Filthy images flash across my mind. Fantasies. His body pinning me to the bed, his hands all over me. Moving inside me. Taking me. Fucking me until I scream his name,

“Drake.” It’s a whisper, barely a breath. My head falls back, and my body goes rigid a heartbeat before the wave crashes, and I lean against the door, spasming until my legs shake. So good.

Shoot. We haven't even started the journey and I've already given in to my lust.