Chapter 22
KATE
The night was terrible. I could barely sleep. I spent the whole night thinking about him and torturing myself, imagining he was with that blonde. There was also the damn weekend trip.
He still hadn't arrived. His schedule for the day showed nothing important, just a lunch appointment with some Japanese executives. That meant he would have plenty of time to annoy me.
How will I be able to keep working here? It was so hard to hold back from saying everything he needed to hear. But it was even harder to restrain myself from jumping on him. How was it possible that just looking at him got me excited? I think I was going crazy. I missed him at night. And the fact that he had been in my bed didn't help either. I keep replaying that scene. Tied up, blindfolded, and fucked by him. I wish I could do the same to him and get back at him, even though it was my fault for letting it happen.
"Miss Collins?" I blinked; he was standing right in front of my desk with an arched eyebrow. "Here, we don't have time to daydream." He stared at me challengingly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ryan... I forgot that we only have time to be alone with indecent blondes, doing God knows what." Damn it. Why did I say that?
"What?" He seemed surprised before a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. "Miss Collins, maybe some people prefer to spend their time with indecent blondes, not with little virgin girls. You know what? I don't have time to care about employees' opinions."
Damn it, he wasn't going to make me feel inferior. I stood up, walked around the desk, and stopped in front of him. I let my gaze roam his body, showing as much disdain as I could. I wanted to kick him in the balls, but I forced a smile instead. Son of a bitch.
"Maybe some people just can't resist little virgin girls and can't control their dicks around them."
My heart was pounding out of my chest. Did I really say that? He swallowed hard. My breasts were almost touching his chest. His eyes were locked on mine. He was still silent, and I could hardly believe it. Then, with a quick and rough move, he turned me around, pressing my torso and forcing me to lean over my desk. I put my hands on the surface. With one hand, he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, while the other tightened around my waist. Holy shit! I felt his dick brushing against my ass. He leaned over me, pushing his cock even harder, making me suppress a moan. Fuck! He was fully hard.
"Seems like you really can't resist little virgin girls, Ryan." My voice came out as a raspy moan.
He pulled my hair just enough to whisper in my ear.
"I can handle girls like you—girls who pretend to be all moral but are just teasing sluts."
It was hard to think with his dick against my ass. Damn it, I was soaking wet, almost begging. No, Kate, no. It's your job.
"You son of a bitch..." I growled, trying to get away from him, but it was futile, only making him rub against me even more. Oh, my God...
He let go of me. And I straightened up, turning to face him and trying to control my breath. Excitement and anger overwhelmed me. Did he call me a slut?
Clearing his throat, he adjusted his tie, trying to compose himself. My eyes automatically went down to the bulge in his pants. He was hard, damn it...
"You need to watch your tongue, or it will get you into trouble." I blinked, returning my attention to his face.
"What? Are you kidding? You jerk!"
"You were the jerk here! Completely provocative and annoying. Look at yourself! You go around shaking that ass just to tease me."
"What? What the hell are you talking about? I have better things to do than waste my time teasing you! It's your problem if you can't control your dick."
"Admit it, everything you do is to provoke me. To make me lose control."
"I'm here just for work. Do you think I enjoy having to put up with you all day? I don't even know how I manage it! You're crazy! A jerk, arrogant, and controlling!"
"All you do is challenge me. You're completely cheeky."
"Maybe I irritate you simply because you can't exercise your control freak tendencies on me. And you never will."
"We'll see... Control your tongue. And remember, you work for me, so you have to obey my orders, whether you like it or not," he said, before turning his back and entering his office, slamming the door.
"Go fuck yourself," I muttered.
The jerk left for lunch and only returned around four. He surely wasn't with the Japanese all that time. He didn't ask me to accompany him, and he didn't even bother to call to let me know he'd be back late. It was just ten minutes until I could leave.
I knocked on his door.
"Yes?" I entered, walking up to his desk.
"I came to let you know I've arranged everything for the trip."
"Great." He pressed the pen against his lower lip. "This trip will be good for you, Collins; it'll provide you with new experiences..."
I know exactly what he's implying. And those experiences will only stay in his imagination. I won't fall into his little game.
"Professional experiences."
"Yes, sir. Well, I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow," he said, with that wonderful smile. "Have a good night, Collins."
What was he planning?
"You too, Mr. Ryan."
Why was he in such a good mood? Such an unstable mood. Not as much of a jerk, but still annoying.
Lisa ordered pizza, and now she was searching for something in her notebook, sitting at the table, while I dried my hair with a towel.
"Are you enjoying your last week of being unemployed?" I brought up the topic.
"Yes. By the way, I'm going out with Britney in a little while. Don't you want to come?"
"I can't. I have some things to take care of. And I'm traveling for work this weekend." I joined her at the table.
"You're going on a trip?" She asked, curious.
"Yes."
"To where?"
"Switzerland."
"That's awesome! Why didn't you tell me before?"
"It's a work trip, Lisa. It means no shopping or sightseeing."
"So what? You'll still get to know a new place."
"If I had a choice, I'd choose to stay here."
"Why are you saying that? Who else is going?"
Someone knocked on the door.
"Me and Mr. Kindness." I got up.
"You and Mr. Hottie, all alone..."
"No! Not one more word."
She laughed.
"You could enjoy just a little bit."
"Lisa!" I scolded her.
The delivery guy offered me a shy smile and a good night when I opened the door. I took the box and paid him.
"Thanks." I closed the door behind me.
"So, you and Bryan..."
"No. Nothing."
"He didn't call you?"
"No."
"Seriously? Emy said he was really interested in you."
"I know nothing about that."
"You never know, Kate! Guys are always chasing after you, and what do you do? Nothing. You should take advantage. Have more fun."
"There you go again with this fun talk..."
Last time, it didn't work out very well. She doesn't even know all the problems 'fun' has caused me.
"I'm just saying." She shrugged. "Oh, I heard that your boss is a cousin of the Miles. That's a huge and weird coincidence. She told me you met at the party."
"Yes."
"And?"
"What?"
"I don't know. Did you know he'd be there?"
"No. I don't meddle in his personal life, Lisa. I deal with schedules and trips, not parties and orgies."
"Orgies?" She burst out laughing. "So he's into that kind of thing?"
I shrugged, laughing with her. I hope not.
"Well... I'm going. Because I take this fun thing very seriously." She got up and kissed my cheek. "Goodnight, Kate!"
"Goodnight!"
Why did Lisa always make me feel like I was throwing my life away? Maybe she's right about fun. Maybe I need something that makes me feel alive. But the last thing that made me feel that way was bending over my desk earlier. And now, the only thing that would make me feel alive would be being in Ryan's bed. Or anywhere else he could possess me. What was he doing to me?
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