“Madeline, that girl is driving me crazy. Tell me your cruise is ending early.” I was pissed. This is going on the third week, and I had hardly gotten anything done. The girl was in my thoughts all the time. And if that fuck of a boyfriend didn’t stop with the calls and gifts, I was going to go ape shit.
“Michael, why don’t you just tell her you love her and get it over with? You have been talking about her since my party six months ago and yet here you are, still not together. I want to see both of you happy. I know that you have been going through a lot with the whole theft and your father’s injury, but you have her there.”
“She is still with that jackass and she hates me.” I could hear the defeat in his voice and I decided to throw him a bone.
“Sarah isn’t dating anyone right now.”
“What?”
“Damn, Michael, I would like to keep my hearing in my golden years. I thought you knew.”
“How the fuck would I know, Madeline? He sends her gifts every other day and the fuck calls her so damn often.”
“They broke up about three months ago. Maybe he is trying to get her back.”
“She just hates me then, because she hasn’t said anything about them not being together. Not to mention, I came to her desk and she had her last day circled with a heart and smiley face.” When I’d seen that shit I wanted to rip the calendar off desk and let her have it. Just thinking about it pissed me off.
“No, I don’t think she does. You just have a tendency to piss her off. Normally, Sarah is very sweet. You seem to bring out the bad girl in her.” I heard her chuckle on the other end and then I understood her innuendo. I want Sarah to be my bad girl.
“Fine, I need a game plan.”
“Good luck and maybe you should stop taking Gary’s assistant with you to meetings.”
“It was once and that was because that bad girl of ours decided to wear the shortest skirt possible and a low cut blouse under her suit jacket. Do you think I was going to allow a whole room full of the all-single engineering male staff members to ogle her?”
“Try being nice, maybe that will work.”
“I’ll try.” I hung up, ready to strike on Monday. I was going to show her who was boss, in more ways than one.
Chapter 4:
“Mr. Vitale, there has been a fire in the testing department.” Fuck, this morning was not looking good. First, I get stuck in traffic because of a three car pile-up. Now as I sit here waiting to move again, there is a fire in my building. According to security, the building had been evacuated and no one was hurt, but it looks like it was sabotage. When I finally got there, Sarah was speaking with the fire chief and my building manager, getting everything handled. I just stared at the way she carried herself, all power and confidence. She’d do well in business, if I didn’t already have plans for her. My little woman wasn’t going to be working, nope, she was going to be home carrying my babies. She would have to get used to that idea.
“Chief Colburn, this is Mr. Vitale.”
“Sir, the fire had been contained to the office area on the second floor and no one was injured. There was no real damage done to the structure of the building, but your equipment and everything in the room was destroyed. The building is safe to enter, but we will need to have that room quartered off for investigation purposes.” Fuck, I knew there was a need for an investigation. There was nothing in there that could have combusted like that, and I was grateful that most of my staff hadn’t arrived yet.
“Please do whatever you need to do. Thank you.” I turned to my staff and gave the go ahead to go home for the day, unless you were asked to stay by the arson investigators. “Sarah, I will need you to work longer this week. My schedule will need to be revised and meetings rescheduled. I have a feeling nothing that I have to do is going to happen. Thanks.” I gave her a smile and I could see that she felt sorry for me, and I had to say that was a plus.
I couldn’t believe what happened on Monday. How could someone be so cruel? That fire could have killed someone. The only loss was the equipment itself. Ever since Michael had caught Marc Thomas, one of the top engineers who had hit a rough patch, selling his company’s secrets, he had decided to do a lot of the work himself and save everything just in case. He no longer trusted anyone, and I couldn’t fault him for that. He has been really nice to me, despite his stress. We haven’t fought all week. It is almost the end of the day and he is in his last meeting. I will be able to sneak out early.
“Sarah. I am glad I caught you before you left.” Damn it, he had gotten out early.
“Yes, Michael?”
“Do you mind telling me why you failed to tell me that you and the jackass from the party broke up?”
“It’s none of your business, that’s why. You already were annoyed by the attention it brought.”
“None of my business?” I wanted to have the right for it to be my business, but I had to have her at least like me. Too bad I let my anger get the best of me. “It is my business if my assistant is practically being stalked by her ex. He could have been jealous enough to be the one to try and sabotage my shit.”
I pulled that out of my ass. I already know who did it, and I had their asses fired for sneaking Thomas back into the building at night to fucking destroy my work.
“Well, I am sorry, but after next week, it won’t be your problem. Goodnight.”
Damn did that man drive me insane! His eyes watching me like a hawk sending chills up my spine. I hated that I was attracted to him. Yes, I admit it. I want him and I hate it. He is an arrogant ass who is sweet to others, generous to a fault, and a hard worker, but he is still an ass. I went home trying to calm myself. Stacy and I had an appointment tomorrow for a massage, a day of fun, then a night at a new club downtown called Night.
Chapter 5:
I called to meet my best friend, David Montgomery, for our usual basketball game earlier than usual. We met in college and had a thing about avoiding the ladies, so we hung out over the years. It had been a good friendship that continued when we graduated. Now we hang out once a week to play basketball and drink after. Normally we played ball late on Saturday, but I had to get away. I spent all morning thinking about Sarah and what she was doing this weekend.
Tonight the guys were drinking after their game and shower. David noticed my shitty mood and mentioned it many times over the last few months, but thought it was my other troubles. Finally I gave into his prodding. “Mike, what has gotten into you? You are different. Moody and crankier than shit. What gives?”
“She’s driving me crazy!” I said frustratingly, while running my hands through my thick hair that was due for a cut.
“Who?” He never imagined my problems would be about a girl.
“My temporary assistant, Sarah.”
“Is she hot?” David asked, who was a handsome fucking stud himself. He was just an inch shorter than me and instead of a head of dark hair, his was a light brown that was cut the same way as mine. Hell, I didn’t want them to meet.
“Hell yeah she is, but you don’t even think about it, she’s mine, forever.”
I began to describe my tormentor to my friend. “She is 5’6 and has long chocolate curls. Her curves, heaven help me. She has the most expressive green eyes I have ever seen, and they are always spitting fire at me.”
“You got it bad, my friend. My sister texted me to see if we wanted to check out this new club on Wells. Stacy is going to have two of her college friends there. Maybe you can get one of them to relieve your ache. As long as it’s not my sister.” Both of us laughed because we knew that wasn’t going to happen. I called Paul, my personal driver, and we got in the town car and headed to the club.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her and I wanted to see her. I didn’t want to go to a club to meet chicks. So I called her and she didn’t answer. Damn, did that piss me off. I gave her a company phone so I could contact her at all hours, and I know that I can’t expect her to answer so late, but hell if I gave a fuck.
In my eyes she was already mine. After the second call, I left a message: “Sarah, I hope you are having a nice night. You are really pretty and I love you. You make me hungry. I want to eat...”
“Hey man! What the fuck are you doing leaving her a message like that? Idiot!” shouted my friend as he took away the phone and cut the call off. “Drunk dialing is not cool. Tomorrow you will regret it.” Before David could continue to curse my love struck ass out, we reached the club.
It was Saturday night and I needed to get away from the office and all thoughts of Michael Vitale. I was dressed in a sexy, tight, red dress that just reached two inches above my knees and was cut so low, my “D” sized breasts looked like they would pop out. When we got to the club, it was crowded, but since we were young, hot, and dressed to kill, we got in with ease. We pre-gamed before we even got to the club. I was really buzzing when we met up with David, who was ridiculously hot and had a wall for a chest. David had a friend with him, who was texting away, and from behind he looked really good, his shoulders were broad and his butt begged to be touched. Seeing that rear end made me think of Michael Vitale, again. It was only the hundredth time these past three weeks that these thoughts invaded my mind. The way he looked at me sometimes had me ready to give in to whatever he wanted. His eyes promised passion, he was probably an amazing lover. Enough, I needed to get over the urge to have my boss take me while bent over his desk. So I decided to flirt with Stacy’s really sexy brother or the guy with the cute butt, whichever.
“Damn girl, I haven’t seen you since you had pigtails, Sarah!” What an over exaggeration, he always seemed silly.
“You are so full of it. You didn’t know me when I had pigtails.” I tried to call him on his bull when I was staring at his friend’s backside.
“You wore them, when you two were moving into your dorm.” David gave me a dirty look, damn Stacy’s brother was a flirt.
“You remembered?”
“How could I forget you looked freaking hot? And now, you look fucking sexy.” Stacy’s big brother David said loudly over the music. He picked me up and twirled me around, making me laugh. That’s when the friend, who had been on his phone, turned around. Shock and desire hit me at once. Of all the people, why did it have to be him? But before I got to say or do anything, someone else grabbed my arm and spun me around roughly.
“Sarah, he’s right, you look sexy as fuck. Why the fuck are you out dressed like that?” Jason had shown up just as David was greeting me. Michael didn’t look too happy at with it either as he looked angrily at me.
“Jason, what the hell are you doing here? Stop it, let me go!” I said it really loud, although it would be hard to hear in this loud club.
“We need to talk.” He started dragging me to the back of the club.
“There is nothing we need to talk about. It’s over between us. What the fuck, you are hurting me! Let me go.”
All I saw was red as I watched that prick manhandle her. Some dumb bitch walked right in front of me before I could get to her as that fuckhead pulled her away. By the time I got there, I could hear some of their conversation. Then the fuck tried to kiss her. That’s when I went after the prick.
“So you are not fucking your boss, huh? You lying little bitch!” He pulled her closer to him and out toward the back exit.
“You are mine. So what if I fucked a few women. You wouldn’t put out anymore. Now I know why. That fuck has been giving it to you. Has he been fucking you like that other bitch he has on the side? That hot piece of ass from the party.”
“I am not with him. He is just my boss.” I could see that she was trying to get away from the bastard who wanted to die.
“I am not his. So let me go.” She said with fear in her voice. The fucking bastard scared her, for that alone I was going to break his nose.
“The hell you’re not!” I pulled her away and belted the fucker in the face just as the bouncer came out with David and Stacy in tow.
“You ever touch her again I will kill you. Sarah, we are leaving.” I pulled her with me and told David I was taking her home.
“Mr. Vitale…” Before she could finish, I pulled her against my hard body. My hard length pressing firmly against her belly.
“I told you to call me Michael.” I said sternly as I leaned in and kissed her. It was not a gentle kiss, it was a kiss of ownership, of possession. Now she was mine.
Chapter 6:
Swept away by my kiss and the two drinks she already had, she didn’t realize that I had moved us towards the exit. “What the fuck, Sarah? Has he hurt you before? Don’t lie to me, cara.” I said as Paul pulled up to take us home. David had called him for me as I walked to the back to get Sarah from that bastard’s clutches. “No, he never has, until tonight.”
“He has accused you of cheating with me? When?”
“Since we first met.” She shyly blushed as she hung her head and that alone had my thoughts roaming.
“Why would he, when we hadn’t seen each other until you took over for your aunt.” My buzz had faded when that fuck put his hands on my woman, but nuzzling her while I was questioning her had me feeling high. She must have given him the impression that she was interested in me.
“I can’t…”
Pulling her closer, I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, and I nibbled on her ear. “You can. You want me, and I can feel it. I know you can feel how much I want you. We have wasted too much time. You ditched the loser. Now you are mine. Tell me, amore, tell me why!”
“Because he heard me say you were handsome to my cousins, and they teased me saying I had a crush on you.” She seemed ashamed of her partial admission. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, I would kill to have any bit of her affection for myself.
“I hope you do, amore, because I have a huge crush on you.” I captured her lips one more time before Paul pulled up. I helped her into the town car and slid in after her. “Home, Paul.” I pressed the button for the partition, I needed some privacy.
“This is wrong. I shouldn’t leave the girls and David.” Fury invaded my thoughts. I didn’t forget that she was all happy to see my friend in there. I was jealous, something I had never experienced when it came to women. It burned in my gut.
“Don’t make me go kick his ass, Sarah. If I ever catch you in another man’s arms again, I am going to rip him apart.” I furiously whispered in her ear as my hand slid under her dress and pulled aside her wet panties. Cupping her sex, I said, “You are mine. This is mine. Nobody touches what’s mine and I don’t like to share.” I couldn’t believe I was losing it. The thought of any man touching her was making me see red again. I had to get her back to my penthouse.
She sighed as I inserted a finger inside her. “I am not yours. I am your temporary assistant, nothing more.” Despite her words, she pushed her hips forward into my hand, craving more. I smiled into her neck as I continued my assault on her senses.
“Cara, you are saying one thing but your body is telling me another.” I continued to rub her clit while my other hand grasped the back of her neck, tugging her hair and kissing her with the pent up desire and rage I felt at the moment. I felt her tense as I whispered sweet words in Italian.
“Come for me, Cara” Just like that I splintered into a million pieces. His words commanding me to respond. “Mine.” I should be frightened by my desire for him and his possessiveness, especially after what just happened with Jason, but I had spent the last six and a half months trying to pretend I didn’t want him, didn’t crave him above anyone else. I lied to myself and to him, and he wouldn’t let me get away with it anymore. I didn’t want to get away with it. I wanted him to kiss me all night long. To let his magical hands seduce my body into complete surrender. His aggressiveness had me turned on so much, I didn’t even care that the driver, whose name I couldn’t remember, might hear me. I watched the way he licked my juices off his fingers.
“Delizioso.” Damn! I almost creamed again.
We arrived at his building that
he owned. I was embarrassed when I saw my reflection in the glass entrance. “Oh my!”
Recognizing my embarrassment, he said, “I know, I like that look on you, you look like a satisfied woman, my satisfied woman. Don’t worry about the security guard. I pay for discretion.”
Jealously invaded me at his words, he ruined a perfect moment between us. He’d probably seen all his bimbos here before. Gosh, I am so stupid, I shouldn’t be here. What will happen on Monday? He noticed the look on my face had changed from desire and need to anger and hurt.
Before I could run for the exit and away from him, he said, “I meant, no one is allowed to gossip about any of the tenants in my building, bellissima. You are the only woman I have brought here to fuck. Come on, Tesoro.” He pulled me into the elevator and as the doors closed he whispered, “And the only one I ever will.” With that, my panties were wet all over again.
The instant we entered my penthouse condo I pinned her to the door, kissing her until we were breathless. “Sarah, look at me.” She did as I asked, desire present again in those beautiful eyes. “If you don’t want this, tell me now. I don’t think I can stop once I start.”
“I want you, Michael,” I whispered, all of the sudden feeling so shy. The look in his eyes should have scared me, but all I felt was need. The lust that filled them shined so brightly that his gray eyes darkened and glowed in the moonlight. Michael was the most handsome man I had ever seen and he wanted me. I would take whatever he wanted to give me tonight and for however long this lasted.
Chapter 7:
I had to taste her, all of her. I carried her to my bedroom, wasted no time undressing her and laying her on my bed while I stripped myself quickly. My mouth went dry as I stared at the most breathtaking creature. “The things I am going to do to you.” I licked my lips as she bit hers.
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