Chapter 3

Chapter Three

“ A nd he just kicked him out? Your boss kicked Randall Clive out of his office?” Jules asks with her mouth open in shock.

To be honest, I think I’m still in shock myself. Why would Nathan Miller choose me over what must be one of the firm’s biggest clients? It makes no sense at all.

“Yep, that’s what happened,” I confirm.

“Why?”

“That is the million-dollar question.” I raise my glass of pinot in the air.

“More like billion,” Jules says as she clinks her glass with mine. “But, seriously, what a fucking ass. Who does Mr Clive think he is? We used to run around with his grandchildren. We had family dinners, attended galas, all kinds of events together.”

“Well, it seems we are going to be paying for the sins of the father longer than we thought.”

If I had chosen a different career, something that wasn’t so corporate, then perhaps I could have slipped more under the radar. Not been called out for being my father’s daughter. I’m not ashamed. I know in my heart my father is an innocent man. I just wish the rest of the country would understand that too.

“Okay, so what happened after he kicked him out? What did your boss do then?” Jules asks.

What did Nathan do? My mind drifts back to that exchange. It happened only earlier today, but I feel like it’s been a whole week since that moment. Nathan sauntered towards me. I remember my whole body shaking, but then something happened. As he approached me, the fantasies started.

I wanted him to take me in his arms. I wanted his lips to smash down onto mine. I wanted him to pick me up, carry me over to his desk, and lay me down.

Of course, none of that happened. Thankfully , none of that happened. I do not want to be the girl who breaks the glass ceiling on her back. That’s not me. More power to anyone who chooses to take that route up the corporate ladder though.

“He just walked past me and went and sat behind his desk.” I shrug.

“Come on. There has to be more to this story. Why is your face red?” Jules asks, her eyes squinting at me.

“It’s hot in here, and that’s it. That’s all that happened,” I say, making sure I look her squarely in the eyes.

“If you say so.” She shrugs, her fingertips plucking her phone from the table.

I sigh, relaxing into my seat, thankful that Jules is going to drop this whole conversation.

“Wait a hot damn minute!” She yells out, looking up from her screen.

My brows crease. “What? What happened?” I lean over the table, attempting to take a peek at what’s on her phone. She pulls the device closer to her chest, blocking my view.

“Nothing. So, tell me more about this boss of yours. Is he hot?”

“He’s old, Jules.” I roll my eyes.

“So not hot? That’s a bummer.”

“Definitely not hot,” I lie.

“The fact that you can sit there and lie to me so easily… Wow. Just wow. Do I even know you at all?” She turns her phone around, and staring back at me are the piercing eyes of Nathan Miller, with his stupidly handsome face and a slight smile on his lips.

“It’s not a lie. Attraction is a matter of perception, Jules.”

“Oh really?” She pulls her phone back and stares at the screen, before glancing up at me again, her eyes wide and a devious smile gracing her lips. “So there is nothing… not one thing you find hot about your new boss?”

“Nope,” I answer and bring my glass of wine to my mouth.

“Miss Johnson,” a gravelly voice calls out next to the table, causing the big gulp of wine I just took to propel forward and out my mouth.

“What the…?” I look from Jules to Nathan.

He tilts his head at me, running his eyes up and down my body. “Enjoy your evening,” he says and then just walks away.

“Yeah, not hot at all.” Jules fans her face dramatically.

“He’s my boss, Jules.”

“Bosses can be hot. It’s a thing.” She turns around to look behind her.

“What are you doing? Stop it,” I hiss. “We need to leave.” I stand and pick up my bag and coat from the back of my chair. “I’m going to the bathroom. For the love of God, stay out of trouble until I return, and then we’re going home,” I tell her.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I turn the tap on and splash some cold water over my neck. Then I close my eyes and exhale. Today was harder than I thought, more emotionally stressful than I was prepared to handle. I knew I would run into someone who recognised me eventually . I just didn’t expect it to happen on the first day.

“So there’s not a single thing about me that you find attractive?”

I freeze, and my eyes pop open and meet the assessing gaze of Nathan Miller in the mirror. “Ah, are you lost? Pretty sure this is the ladies,” I say.

“Not lost.” He shrugs, his eyes trailing down my neck to the top of my cleavage.

My chest heaves up and down. I need to get away from him. I can’t be trusted this close to him. Because I did lie. He’s insanely freaking hot, and I’d give my left kidney to have just one night with him. Or my right kidney. Any kidney really. Heck, if he’s as good in bed as I imagine he is, they can take both. Multiple orgasms is definitely a hill I would be willing to die on.

“You’re not affected by me at all?” he asks. His fingertips caress my shoulder, moving their way up my neck. He tucks the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. “Because I’m very affected by you, Bentley.” He leans in, pressing his body into my back.

A moan involuntarily leaves my lips as I feel the hardness of his cock against my ass.

“You sure are a pretty little liar, Miss Johnson. Because your words say one thing, but this body of yours betrays you.”

My head falls back against his broad chest. I close my eyes, and my breathing increases along with my heartbeat.

“Open your eyes.” His voice hardens. One of his hands wraps around my hair, yanking my head up so that I’m forced to look at him through the mirror. “You’re going to watch, see who’s making you come harder than you ever have before.” His other hand dips under my skirt. “Open your legs.” When I don’t follow his instructions, he tightens his grip on my hair. “Now, Bentley. Open them.”

It’s like his voice is a remote control, and my legs part, opening as wide as they’ll go beneath my dress.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls into my ear. His fingers slide up the inside of my thigh. “Are you wet, Bentley? Am I going to shove my fingers in your cunt and find it dripping for me?” he asks.

I shake my head. I’m drenched, but I’m not about to admit that to him. His fingers travel higher, and when he reaches my panty-covered pussy, he groans before shoving the material to the one side, exposing my entrance to him. Two fingers plunge into me and my body ignites.

“Fucking pretty little liar. You’re soaked. For me. This… it’s all for me,” he says, withdrawing his fingers before driving them back in again.

“Oh god! I can’t…” I shake my head. I can’t do this. I know I need to shove him off me, tell him to go to hell, and walk out. But every time his fingers withdraw and drive back inside me, I’m closer to coming. And right now, coming seems like the only thing in the world that matters.

“That’s it. I want to see you fucking come for me, Bentley. Show me how beautiful you look when you let go.” Nathan’s lips nibble at my neck while his eyes stay locked on mine in the mirror. His thumb finds my clit, pressing down on the hardened nub. My legs give out. I catch myself on the counter. Nathan’s hand leaves my hair and wraps around my waist, holding me upright and flush against him. “Come for me, Bentley. I need to fucking see it,” he whispers next to my ear.

As if his words have somehow flipped a switch, my body responds and I explode. Flying high into that orgasmic, blissed-out space. My muscles tense, my eyes close, and I scream out his name.

“Fucking breathtaking. I knew it would be,” he says.

My eyes open and I look at my dishevelled appearance in the mirror. Regret instantly washes over me. “What the hell did we do?” I whisper.

“Nothing we both didn’t want,” Nathan counters as he removes his fingers from my body, straightens my destroyed panties, and pulls my dress down over my thighs. “Next time I ask you a question, don’t lie to me.”

Before I can form any kind of response, he’s gone. Out the door. Just walked right out.

Turning the tap back on, I splash myself with water again. I don’t think there is enough cold water in the world to calm my nerves right now. I just let my boss finger-bang me in the bathroom of a bar. On my first day of work. I’m going to have to quit. There is no way I can stay there. I can’t.

Can I?