Chapter Seven

I"m a bundle of raw energy and jagged nerves by the time I arrive at Micah"s office on Monday morning. I have no idea how I"m supposed to pull this off and pretend that I"m not madly in love with this man. But somehow, that"s what I"m supposed to do.

I take the elevator up to his floor, trying desperately to pretend everything is normal and I didn"t spend the night wrapped in his arms—that he didn"t drive me home just a couple of hours ago so I could get ready for the day.

Stanley stands beside me, smoothing his overpriced suit. "Borden can be a prick," he says. The smug look on his face bounces back to me from the chrome and glass walls. "Just let me handle him."

I cut my eyes at him.

"Really? I"ve heard that he"s nice," Sharon, one of the older paralegal"s says before I can say anything. "Everyone around town loves him."

Stanley"s smug expression slips. He hates being challenged. "Yes, well, they"ve never worked with him before, have they?"

"Well, I suppose they haven"t." Sharon fidgets under his cold gaze.

"He"s a shark," Stanley snaps at the older woman. "Just do what you"re told and let me handle him."

"Of course, Mr. Maynard."

I reach out, touching her hand. She glances at me, giving me a small, grateful smile. Everyone on staff hates Stanley. He"s a jerk for no reason. He"s wrong about Micah, though. Micah isn"t any of the things he said. He"s amazing—a far better man than our boss will ever be. Stanley is just jealous that he"ll never compete. He can"t because he doesn"t even compare.

He"s a despot with thinning hair, icy blue eyes, and a smile that reminds me of a fish gasping when it"s hauled out of the water. I really don"t like him.

Thankfully, the elevator shudders to a stop on the top floor of Micah"s building before he can say anything else. The doors slide open.

Naturally, Stanley pastes a smile on his face as he steps out to greet Micah, acting like he wasn"t just talking crap about him. Jerk.

"Mr. Borden," Stanley says, his voice booming with false enthusiasm. "It"s great to see you again."

Barely concealed contempt drips from Micah as he glances over Stanley, his lip curled up as if he can"t stand the sight of my boss. He doesn"t take his proffered hand, instead grunting as he looks past him into the elevator. His whiskey eyes land on me, desire rolling through his expression like a heatwave.

I bite my lip, fighting the urge to moan out loud. He looks so damn fierce standing there in his dark suit, those whiskey eyes eating me alive. Despite his polished, urbane appearance, there"s an aura of danger and power emanating from him that"s both alluring and intimidating as hell.

"Mr. Borden," I whisper, stepping forward to greet him.

"Micah," he growls, his voice sending shivers down my spine. He steps toward the elevator, thrusting his arm out to keep the doors from closing on me and Sharon.

"Micah," I repeat, my body skimming his as I step around him.

His breath pelts my neck.

Oh, God. I"m not going to survive this day. I"m going to melt into a puddle of desire right in the middle of his outer office.

Sharon steps off the elevator behind me as I try to focus on anything other than the intoxicating scent of his cologne. My gaze bounces around his office. It"s incredible—sleek and modern, yet tasteful and luxurious too. The furniture is a mix of dark wood and chrome, creating a sophisticated and luxurious feel. The desks are organized and clutter-free, with high-tech computer screens and sleek accessories. One entire wall is made of glass, looking out over downtown Silver Spoon Falls.

A curvy blonde meets my gaze from the far side of the office, grinning at me almost impishly. I don"t know her well, but I do know her. Gemma Marsh. Like me, she"s fairly new to town. We met at the gym—the one place we both instantly decided we didn"t want to be.

We ditched the workout and went across the street to get coffee and cheesecake instead. I like her a lot. I didn"t know she works with Micah, though. I"m happy to see her here.

She hurries forward to meet me, her kitten heels clacking on the porcelain floor. "I was so excited when Micah said you were going to be here!" she whisper-hisses, flinging her arms around me in a tight hug. "These meetings are always so boring."

I practically feel Stanley"s beady eyes boring into my back. I ignore him, returning her warm embrace. "They are boring," I whisper back. "I didn"t know you worked here."

"Yep." She laughs lightly. "The big jerk is my boss."

"Trade you big jerks," I mumble.

She glances over her shoulder at my boss, her nose scrunching her. "No thanks. I"ll keep mine."

A choked laugh escapes my lips before I can call it back. I"d rather keep her boss, too. Mine is the devil. "Is he still glaring at me?"

"Mmhmm." She nods, her brows furrowed. "He looks cranky." And then mischief dances through her eyes. "Micah doesn"t look very happy about the way he"s looking at you."

I gulp, stealing a glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, Stanley"s glowering at me as if I"m doing something wrong by talking to Gemma, and Micah is staring at him like he wants to rip his arms off and beat him with them.

Oh, boy. It"s going to be a long, long week.

"Maybe we should go get set up," I whisper to Gemma, my stomach trembling with anxiety. If Micah keeps looking at Stanley like that, there"s no way we"re going to be able to pull this off. The man may be the devil, but he isn"t stupid. He"ll have us clocked in no time.

***

I squirm in my seat, watching Micah pace back and forth across the conference room like a caged lion.

"I"m not fucking over my clients, Stanley," he growls, eyes narrowed on my boss. "Maybe that"s what you recommend to the rest of your clients, but you can cut that bullshit right now. It"s not happening. I want that clause stricken from the contract now."

"Micah, I highly recommend—"

"I said no," Micah snarls, spinning on my boss. "Take the fucking clause out."

Stanley sits quietly for a moment, seething in fury before he finally relents. "Davina, strike it from the proposed contract."

I crossed it out fifteen minutes ago, knowing Micah would win this argument. It"s his company. He makes the rules. And nothing stands in my daddy"s way when he wants something. He"s fierce.

My eyes lock with his, his expression softening incrementally. If he disliked my boss four hours ago, he really dislikes him now.

"Davina!" Stanley snaps his fingers in front of my face, making me jump.

I knock over a stack of files, sending papers scattering everywhere.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Stanley mutters. "Not this shit again. It"s like you were born yesterday."

"Knock it the fuck off," Micah growls.

"It"s fine," Stanley says as if he thinks Micah is growling at me. "She"s always like this."

I stare in dismay at the papers fluttering to the floor in a jumbled mess. I immediately sink to the floor to start gathering them up, my hands shaking.

Micah"s on his knees beside me before the last of the papers even hit the floor. His long, strong fingers work in tandem with mine, scooping up wayward sheets with an efficiency that only he possesses. His touch electrifies me, sending tingles up my arm every time our hands brush.

Stanley"s muttering turns into a full-on tirade, his disapproval an electric shock reverberating through the room. "I should have assigned Jessica as the lead on this. At least she has her shit together. You"re a disaster waiting to happen."

I flinch, tears welling in my eyes.

"Stanley," Micah growls, his voice sharp and venomous, "shut the fuck up."

"Excuse me?"

"I didn"t stutter." Micah"s gaze flickers up to my boss, his expression deadly serious. "She made a mistake. Accidents happen. But if you ever dare speak to someone like that again in this office, you can get the hell out."

"Well, I…" Stanley sputters, his face turning red with anger.

"Apologize," Micah demands, his voice low and menacing. "Right now."

"What?"

"Apologize," Micah repeats, his words dripping with warning. "To Davina."

"That"s really not necessary," I whisper, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

"No, it is necessary," Micah says firmly, his tone softening as he looks at me. "This is my office. He may be a dick in his own office, but he won"t act like one in my presence." His gaze snaps back to Stanley, ice cold and unrelenting. "Apologize. Now."

Stanley bristles at Micah"s demand but seems to know better than to protest. Micah could yank him off this project in a heartbeat and give it to another lawyer at the firm. I think Stanley knows he"ll do it, too.

"My apologies, Davina," he says through gritted teeth.

Micah jerks his chin toward the door. "Good. Now, take your fucking lunch break."

With a huff of indignation, Stanley sweeps up his coat and stomps out of the room.

"Why don"t you go ahead, too, Ms. Sharon?" Micah suggests calmly, his gaze locked on my face. "Davina and I will get these files back in order before we reconvene."

"Of course, Micah." Sharon is out of her chair in a split second, making a beeline for the door with her purse over her arm.

Silence falls over us as it clicks closed behind her, broken only by the rustle of paper as I continue to gather up the scattered documents. My face burns with embarrassment.

"You okay?" Micah asks gently, his concerned gaze boring into me. I see the anger and protectiveness simmering in his whiskey eyes.

"Fine," I mumble, bowing my head as I focus on straightening the mess.

He hooks his fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His touch is light but insistent, leaving no room for argument. "Look at me," he commands softly.

I obey instantly, unable to deny him. His penetrating gaze scans over my features, softening when he sees the tears pooling in my eyes.

It"s not really the scolding that hurts. I"m used to Stanley"s tirades. It"s the fact that he talked to me like that in front of Micah—made me feel smaller than ever. It shouldn"t bother me so much, yet it does.

I don"t want this man to see me as a disaster.

"Does he talk to you like that often, Davina?"

"He talks to everyone like that," I whisper. "It"s just the way he is."

"Bullshit."

"I…"

"We"re not excusing a bully by saying it is the way he is, baby girl. He"s a fucking asshole, full stop. And he doesn"t get to speak to you that way." His eyes narrow on me, something dark and deadly drifting through them. "I don"t give a fuck if he is your boss, no one speaks to you that way unless they want to answer to me."

"He hates that he"s never made me cry like he has everyone else," I admit, looking up at him through my lashes. "I never let him see me cry. But I"m not a disaster, Micah. I know how to do my job, and I"m good at it. I"m just distracted today."

He peers down at me with a small smirk playing at his lips. "You think you"re the only one distracted, little girl? You"ve got my dick so hard I can"t even sit down."

I don"t know what possesses me to do it—really, I don"t. But he says those words and a bolt of white-hot desire rips through me. All I want is to see the proof of his need. I need it. Badly.

So I peek up at him through my lashes, pouting. "Can I see it, Daddy? Please? I won"t tell."

His gaze turns feral, dark and dangerous and oh so delicious. "Davina," he growls my name as if it"s a warning, a threat.

"Can I see it, Daddy?" I ask again, softer this time, biting my lower lip shyly.

His eyes darken further at the innocent question.

"You want to see Daddy"s dick?" His voice is rough like whiskey, causing my heart to pound.

I nod eagerly. "Yes, Daddy."

He makes quick work of his belt, the leather slapping against the porcelain tiles as it drops, echoing in the silence. I sit, entranced, as he unzips his pants, delving inside. He doesn"t take his cock out at first, letting me anticipate what"s coming.

When he finally does, I let out a small gasp.

He"s so beautiful. Hard and throbbing just for me. The sight of him only makes me wetter. He strokes himself slowly while I watch, unable to look away.

"Look at you, Daddy," I breathe, leaning back against the conference room table and spreading my legs wide. His eyes flicker down as I pull my panties aside for him to see how wet he"s made me.

"I want you to come for me, Daddy," I tell him, my voice shaking with need as I spread my lower lips apart to show him where I want it. "Right here."

"Jesus Christ, little girl. Are you trying to kill your daddy?" His hand quickens its pace, his eyes locked on my pussy. His breath comes in ragged pants.

"No," I say, giggling. "I"m trying to make you come." I roll my thumb across my clit, moaning his name. "Good daddies get rewards."

"Jesus, I"m already close," he gasps, eyes dilating as he nears his climax.

"Then come for me," I demand softly. "Please, Daddy. I need it."

His hand speeds up on his length—so rough and primal. And then he grunts out a curse, ropes of cum spilling onto my pussy and across my thighs.

I moan, so turned on by the sight that I can"t help myself. I rub it into my skin, whimpering his name. Within seconds, I"m coming too, shattering into a million pieces under his wicked gaze.

He growls, yanking me into his arms. His mouth comes down on mine in a fierce kiss, stealing my breath. "Naughty, naughty, little girl," he snarls against my lips.

"Just the way you like me," I breathe, melting into him, Stanley and his tirade long forgotten.

***

By the time the day ends, and everyone leaves, I"m a mess. Literally. My panties were too soaked after lunch to put them back on, so Micah slipped them off me and put them in his pocket. He"s been toying with them all afternoon. My thighs are drenched as a result.

I can"t focus. Every time his hand disappeared into that pocket, my mind went blank. I"ve made more mistakes than ever before.

Stanley is furious.

But I don"t even care. Because no matter how many mistakes I made, he didn"t dare speak to me rudely. He knew better.

I"ve never seen his face so red before.

As soon as the elevator doors close, whisking him and Sharon downstairs, Micah is at my side, breathing hard.

"Come here, little girl," he growls, hauling me into his arms.

"See you later!" Gemma says through laughter as he practically races into his office with me.

Gemma asked me to stay behind, pretending she wanted to talk to me about something. I love her for it because we both know she"s the only reason Stanley didn"t demand I leave with him and Sharon.

"Jesus, little girl," Micah growls, pinning me up against the door as soon as we"re in his office. His lips come down on the side of my throat, his hands closing over my breasts.

I moan, my head falling back against the door.

"Fuck," he groans, grinding his cock against me. "Not being able to touch you is pure fucking hell, Davina."

"I know, Daddy," I whine, grinding against him. "I missed your touch so much."

"Just say the words and you won"t miss it again, Davina," he snarls. "I"ll tell the bastard that you"re mine and he can fucking deal with it."

For a moment, I consider it. But Stanley is already on the edge. If he hated me yesterday, he really hates me now. And I"m pretty sure he hates Micah more than he hates me after what happened this morning. The last thing we need to do is give him an excuse to try to make our lives miserable. Well, my life. I don"t think anyone tells Micah what to do.

"I have a better idea, Daddy," I moan, pulling his hair.

"Yeah? Does it involve Daddy bending you over and eating both of you little holes until you"re screaming for mercy, little girl?" he asks, attacking my throat with kisses.

"B-both of my holes?"

"You heard your daddy, baby girl. Both of your holes." He licks a trail down my throat, pinching one nipple between his fingers. "Your perfect little pussy and your tasty little asshole."

"Daddy!" I gasp, writhing against the door.

"Don"t pretend you don"t want it, Davina. Daddy can feel your little cunt dripping all over him."

I squirm in his embrace, so turned on I can"t think straight.

"Tell me, little girl," he croons.

"Yes!" I cry out. "Yes, Daddy! I want it."

He grins against my skin, a wicked promise as he slides me down his body to my feet. "Good girl. Now, turn around and hold onto the door handle for Daddy."

In a daze, I do as he says, bracing myself against the cold metal of the door handle. I feel him pushing up my skirt, feel his rough palm gliding against my right cheek.

"Such a sweet little ass," Micah murmurs, spreading my cheeks apart. I gasp as his hot breath ghosts over my sensitive skin. He licks a teasing trail around my hole before dipping in.

"Oh god, Daddy!" I moan, clutching at the door handle for dear life.

His tongue quickly plunges into me again and again, making me writhe and squirm against the door with each swipe.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he says before his tongue is back on me, licking and lapping at both of my holes like a man starved.

I feel the orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, the sensation overwhelming and powerful.

He growls and grips my ass tightly in his hands, holding me still for his mouth as he redoubles his efforts. "You"re going to come all over Daddy"s face," he growls from between my legs. "Now, be a good girl for me and give me what I want."

The words send me over the edge. I scream his name as waves of pleasure crash through my body. He doesn"t stop licking me until I"m trembling, only pulling away when he"s sure I"ve come down from the high.

His voice is rough with desire as he tugs my dress back down over me and scoops me up into his arms. "That"s just the start, little girl. Daddy has plans for you tonight."