Chapter 30
NATHAN
After returning to my room, I took a shower and went downstairs to have lunch at the hotel restaurant. There was still no sign of her when I returned to the room; it was nearly three o'clock.
I kept myself occupied with work and reviewed the business proposal. It was a risky venture, and time was running out to make a decision.
Some time later, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, squeezing her breasts and capturing all my attention. She was wearing dark blue jeans that hugged her figure and a white T-shirt that revealed the upper part of her chest. Enough to arouse my desire.
"Are you in need of me now?" she asked with a long sigh and an eye roll.
"You're so insolent, Collins."
And so hot.
"Come in, and let's discuss the proper way to treat your superior. And that doesn't involve telling him to screw off."
"'Superior.'" She laughed and shook her head, almost making me laugh along. But I managed to keep a serious expression.
"Did I say something funny, Miss Collins?"
"No, 'superior,'" she replied with a forced smile, probably cursing me in her thoughts.
"Where have you been?"
"Ryan..." Her expression turned serious. "I just went out because there were no appointments on the schedule, and I thought you wouldn't need me."
"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not paid to be making assumptions, Collins? I pay you to assist me when I need you, not to wander around. Can you understand that?"
She nodded, offering me a forced smile. I can even imagine how much she was cursing me in her thoughts.
"Come in."
"Do you want to talk about work?" She raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what my intentions were.
"Are you scared?" I asked with a smile almost breaking through.
She laughed.
"Of you?" She looked me up and down dismissively.
"I don't bite, Collins."
I do much worse.
"No? Well, I do."
I couldn't help but smile, gazing at her challenging expression.
"Is that a threat?"
"Interpret it as you wish." She moistened her lower lip with her tongue and bit it, sending a signal straight to my groin.
"For the last time, just get into this damn room already before I drag you in," I said, almost losing control.
"So gracious, Mr. Ryan... as always. It's a shame you don't intimidate me."
I opened the door, giving her space to enter. She was definitely a stubborn and irritating woman.
"I won't repeat myself."
She shook her head and entered, giving up. I closed and locked the door. When I turned around, she was looking at me with an arched eyebrow.
"Why did you lock the door?"
I smiled. Her perfume wafted in the air, making me even more aroused.
"You'll prefer it this way." I leaned against the door.
"Why?"
Because I'm going to make you moan loudly.
"You ask too many questions. Which makes you even more annoying. If that's even possible."
"Be honest. You don't have anything work-related to discuss, do you? You just want to annoy me. It makes you feel good, doesn't it? You're a damn jerk, Ryan."
Hearing her say things like that always turned me on. She was the only one brave enough to say them. My brother doesn't count. I liked the way she provoked me, first with anger and then with sex. It was our game.
"Why are you so cranky? You know exactly what I want."
"Fuck you!"
I want to do that with you.
"Maybe I should try shutting your foul mouth by putting something in it."
"Jerk."
"Undress."
"What?" She burst into laughter.
"It's an order."
"Sorry to inform you, but I'm not on duty to take orders."
"If you don't, I will."
"Oh, really? Are you going to tie me to the bed? Like you did at my house?"
Did she want that? Maybe she did.
"No… This time… I'll let you come."
Her gaze changed. She fell silent.
"I want to see you undress for me."
"Dream on, Ryan. I suggest you hire a stripper if you want a private show."
I walked toward her.
"No."
She tried to make me stop, giving me an irritated look. I ignored it, but she reached out, placing her hand on my chest to prevent me from approaching.
I stared at her hand on my chest and took her wrist with one hand. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her close to me, pressing her against my body.
"I'm going to fuck you hard," I whispered in her ear.
I've got your game, girl. I shifted my attention back to her face, seeing her smile.
"Do you think it's going to be that easy?"
"What can you do to stop me?" I asked, taking her other wrist and holding them both with just one hand. With the other, I reached for the zipper and button of her jeans, undoing them. She tried to break free, moving her arms with little effort.
"Want to play?" I lightly bit her lip. "I suggest you stay very quiet." I spun her around, restraining her wrists behind her back against my body. Her skin was warm, and her breath was heavy. Damn, I just wanted to bury myself inside her.
With my free hand, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, sucking on her earlobe. She moaned and shifted, and I pulled her hair forcefully.
"Damn it. That wasn't nice."
"Shhh, be quiet. You like it this way, don't you?"
"You talk too much, Mr. Ryan."
"I love hearing you call me mister. Can you repeat that?"
"No."
"We'll see."
I tried to guide her to the bed, but she resisted, trying to break free. When I finally reached the bed, I turned her around, facing me, and then laid her down.
I climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her. I removed my shirt while she watched me intently. I tried to retrieve her hands, but she wouldn't allow it. Leaning in, I pressed my chest against her, and I took her wrists, placing them above her head.
I grabbed the shirt that was on the bed, attempting to use it to tie her wrists. She squirmed beneath me, trying to break free. With some effort, I managed to secure them. She smiled devilishly the entire time. Provocative girl.
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