Wrong Number

by Lucian Bane

  The Secretary story came to mind again. She was now more sure than ever that he’d used it to test her, to get her aroused and see if she would act on that arousal! “Oh my God! I’m so screwed!”

  CHAPTER SIX

  David knew he was playing recklessly. But like a deprived kid at an amusement park, he couldn’t seem to make himself stop. He would quit at the first sign of a real problem, if there were any. He’d given her an orgasm, not a contract. Well, not an actual contract but he’d definitely staked a level of claim on her mind and body.

  His phone rang, and he looked at the number. The lobby desk. “Matthew,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. The model for his next book cover. He needed to give up the control of that to someone else. But you give up control of one part of the company and it created a hole in the ship. He’d had enough holes to learn that nobody could pick the model besides him anymore than they’d let him pick their children.

  David pondered ideas to get rid of him only to realize he could actually use him. He’d make the perfect male specimen to test Lizzy’s sexual weaknesses. She’d surely given herself over to him rather easily, not that he was the least bothered but… if this was something she did without discretion, he’d be… livid.

  Test #3 it was.

  The door opened and Lizzy walked out, a picture of pure… awkward guilt. That could be a good sign, but with her, it was hard to be sure. “Excuse me, Lizzy,” David said when the elevator door opened. “Matthew, come in,” he called, standing. When the six-foot tattooed beast stopped before the desk, David made introductions. As expected, the sex-god eyed Lizzy like she was an item on the dessert menu and under the circumstances, David let him.

  “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Matthew,” she said, only nodding at him.

  He leveled David with the menacing glare that got him hired to represent the hero in his latest Erotic Thriller. “New secretary?”

  “Editor,” David corrected, eyeing the slight straightening in Lizzy’s spine while hoping Matthew didn’t disclose any information he didn’t want her knowing.

  The aloof look on the man’s face indicated secretary and editor were one and the same to him, but David didn’t hire him for his intelligence, so. “Lizzy, could I trouble you to take his measurements for the ensemble we’re having made for the photo-shoot?” David opened his drawer and pulled out the necessary forms he needed to have filled out.

  “Sure, whatever you need.”

  Shit, where did Lisa keep that? He pulled out his phone and texted her, making small talk while he waited. “Would you care for a drink? Water? Beer? Coffee?”

  “Don’t drink on the job, but I’ll have a water.”

  “Lizzy, would you mind getting him one, please?”

  “Yes sir,” she said, heading toward the door leading into her office. He watched Matthew ogle the natural swing of her ass as she went, and he gave a low whistle the second she left the room.

  “That’s what I call sexy as fuck.”

  “Well, you’ll get all the chance to tell her in a few minutes,” David said, ignoring the urge to rip his head off. He looked at his phone, reading Lisa’s return text. In my desk drawer. Bottom right.

  David pressed the intercom leading to Lizzy’s phone. “Lizzy, please get the tape measure in your desk drawer, bottom right one. I’ll send Matthew in with the form. I’ve got to run out for a minute. Just take the measurements the forms ask for. See you in about thirty minutes.”

  “Uh… yes sir.”

  “You can go in. Take this to her.” David handed him the form and made his way to the elevator. The second Lizzy’s office door shut, he waited a full minute before returning to his office. When he opened his office door and found it empty, he went to his quarters where digital eyes covered every inch of his offices. Inside his Intel room, he hit the live camera feed to her office where she was already busy with taking measurements.

  “How long you’ve worked for Jack?”

  “Oh, uh, not quite one day.”

  “Brand new, hot off the press.” He held up his left arm for her to measure.

  “Yep,” she said, returning to her desk and writing the measurement. “Chest next.”

  Matthew removed his black t-shirt and David watched Lizzy closely as she approached the mass of muscle holding both arms out at his side. She fought to get the tape around him. “So sorry,” she said, apparently having touched him.

  “Nothing to be sorry for when a woman smells as edible as you do.”

  “Ivory soap,” she said lightly, hurrying back to the desk and writing his chest measurement.

  Ivory soap. Why did that turn him on?

  She returned with the tape. “I’ll need your, uh, upper thigh measurement it says.”

  Matthew undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees, underwear and all, then opened his legs. “All yours baby. Be careful with the merchandise. Or be rough with it, either way you want.”

  David’s muscles were locked and ready to barge in if need be. He kept a careful watch on her face, not liking the shocked, scared look she wore. God, he felt like a bastard as she stood before the animal, uncertainty lining her every move.

  “Don’t be scared, sweetheart, I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

  David suddenly tensed when she raised her gaze to Matthew. “Would you mind not talking?”

  He held up both hands. “Not trying to intimidate you.”

  “You’re not intimidating me, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

  “I’m not embarrassed.” He grabbed his cock and wagged it. “How about you measure this with that pretty, sassy mouth of yours?”

  David stormed out and took long strides across the office to her door. He opened it right as the model grabbed her by the hair and tried to shove her to her knees.

  David pulled him in a headlock from behind and used his weight and forward momentum to twist him around and slam him to the floor. He followed seconds later with an elbow to his face, ready to ruin his pretty mug and career.

  “David! Stop!”

  Lizzy’s fear snapped him out of his blood thirst, and he realized he’d beaten Matthew unconscious.

  “That’s enough,” she shouted, grabbing his arm with a trembling hand. “Oh my God.”

  David stood, heaving before meeting Lizzy’s terrified gaze. “You okay?”

  She nodded then looked at the man. “He… he was…”

  David went to her and pulled her into his embrace, his rage returning at feeling her trembling. But it was his fault. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding her head to his chest while stroking her hair. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Richard. “Come get Matthew off the floor in my office before I finish killing him. If I ever see him around here again, he’ll never have another job as long as I live.” David hung up and led Lizzy to the apartment next to her office. Entering, he locked the door and guided her to the couch. “Sit.”

  She did as he said and he hurried to the kitchen, fixing her a drink to take the edge off then returned and handed it to her.

  He paused when she stroked his skin next to the bleeding split in his knuckle. “Are you okay?” she asked, looking up at him.

  The sight of her concern made his guilt collide with fresh desire. He sat next to her and leaned back, scrubbing his hands on his face. “That was my fault,” he said.

  “No, it wasn’t,” she assured.

  “I was testing you.” At her silence he glanced at her. “To see if you were the type of woman that…”

  She stared at him until he needed to look away from the hurt in her eyes. “The type of woman to let a stranger touch her in ways that…”

  She let out a light gasp and put her drink on the table, standing. “I should not have let you do that,” she said to him. “And if I could go back in time, I would tell you no, you may not massage me or touch me while I’m naked for any reason, especially not for the dumbest reason of all. You gave me control alright; you no doubt knew exactly
how that was going to go down.”

  Oddly enough, her anger only aroused him. “I don’t know what to tell you on that. Except…”

  She put her hands on her hips before him, the brave stance challenging him. “Except what? Except that it was a test too, wasn’t it? To see if I would read your little secretary story and get aroused and act on that? Well, sue me for being human. And sue me for trusting you to not use something that private for one of your stupid tests.”

  “It wasn’t a stupid test. It was a very important one. Sit.” He put his hand on the couch, giving it a single tap.

  “I’m not sitting next to you,” she cried. “You find this funny?”

  “I find you… so utterly sexy when you’re angry.”

  “Oh, is that a fact?” she said, aiming her sparkling eyes right at him.

  “Very. Sit.” He leaned his head around her at hearing voices in the other room. “Good, take out the trash,” he muttered.

  “I will not work for anybody who uses me like… like a sex toy, David.”

  He got back to staring at her. “You’re not a sex toy. A sex toy is something a man uses to get himself off.” He locked his gaze to hers. “Did you see me getting myself off?”

  “Well… maybe you like it that way,” she accused, bent on making him feel guilty.

  “What way?”

  “You know exactly what way. I’m not spelling it out.”

  “I like when you spell it out.”

  “See?” she jabbed a finger at him. “You do like it.”

  He surrendered with his hands up. “I did like it. I do. You got me,” he confessed.

  “You’re not even sorry!”

  “Not the least. Why should I be? Have you had a panic attack? No. And I can guarantee that you won’t have one as long as I’m around.”

  She gave a cute snorty laugh. “It’s only been a day since my last panic attack. What makes you think you suddenly cured me?”

  “Because I have command over your body now.”

  Many seconds of silence passed before her face morphed into a woman finally getting it and not liking what she got. Then came many sputters and pacing back and forth, like she wanted to walk off and yet couldn’t, but not because she wasn’t able to but because she didn’t want to. “You have command over my body? Oh, you’re so amazing. So that is what you were doing? You said you’d give me self-control.”

  “Your ass is what’s amazing,” he said, watching it as she walked.

  “Don’t change the subject.”

  “Your ass will forever be the subject for me,” he confessed. “Come here, Lizzy. Now.”

  She paused her walk-storm long enough to assess if he was as serious as his tone said. And he was.

  “Don’t make me come get you.” It was kind of amusing to see she feared him. He’d go ahead and let her believe she should. For now.

  “What do you want? I’m right here?”

  Her sudden worry mixed with her sass, but he heard it waver. “Your body is mine to command,” he repeated. “Now come here.”

  “You’re being ridiculous,” she cried. “Do you think this is one of your stories?”

  “No, I think it’s very real. Come. Here.”

  She eyed him, swallowing. “And if I don’t, what will you do, beat me like you did that poor man?”

  David stood at that and she took several steps back. “Poor man?” he repeated, loathe on his tongue. “You liked what he was doing?”

  More staring. “No, but… I didn’t want you to kill him either.” She looked down at his hands. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking off my belt.”

  She locked gazes with him. “Why?”

  He couldn’t help but shake his head. “Why do you think?”

  “I’ll scream.”

  “Nobody will hear you,” he assured softly as he slid the belt out of the loops.

  She swallowed again, looking from his hands to his face. “Why are you doing this, this… it isn’t right.”

  “You want it.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t.”

  “Prove it.” David dropped the belt and began unbuttoning his shirt next.

  “H-how?” Her eyes lowered to his hands then remained fixed on his chest when he removed the shirt.

  “Come here, Lizzy.”

  “What… what are you going to do?”

  “I’m not sure yet. But if I have to make you, it’ll be worse. Or so much better.”

  “You can’t just… David, please.”

  “Five… four—”

  She took only one step forward.

  “Three, two—”

  Two more quick steps put her standing just before him, her breasts heaving, eyes on his chest.

  David stared at her for many seconds, deciding he didn’t want to do this off her fear. She needed to want it.

  He made his way to the couch and sat, letting his legs fall open and his hands hang between them. His hunger to dominate her prowled in his veins and he wasn’t sure how long he would last with this tease.

  “I need to confess some things.”

  The look of horror that slowly dawned on her face was priceless. “Don’t tell me you’re a serial killer.”

  He had to laugh at that as he shook his head. He decided not to answer that and stared at her, realizing he was about to cross a line he never dreamed he ever would. “I want to tell you things I normally… don’t tell women. But I won’t force you. So, I’m going to offer you the opportunity to leave now. If that’s what you want. But…” he eyed her with all the desire boiling in him. “If you stay… that means I’m not going to let you leave.”

  The guarded look in her eyes grew. “I… I should be able to leave… whenever I want to.”

  “You can,” he assured. “But just know that if you do… it’ll be a permanent thing.”

  She balked. “You’re going to fire me if I don’t do what you want?”

  He grinned and lowered his head, shaking it. “The answer to that is part of my confession.”

  “Well, it sounds like you just answered it,” she said, offended.

  “Are you staying?”

  She regarded him for a while then lifted her chin a little. “Until I want to leave, yes.”

  He liked her as a fighter. Hell, he liked her as a lot of things, he realized. “Fine.”

  She continued staring at him, but he’d make her work for it since she was playing hard ball with him. She finally dug for the details. “I’m waiting.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her until she was human silk in his hands. “I hired you for this,” he said. “This right here, right now.”

  She only stared at him, then finally, gradually, stiffened until those pretty eyes sparked with anger.

  “Before you say it,” he began, “I just want you to know… you are so fucking hot when you’re pissed.” He grinned as her anger bloomed.

  “You bastard,” she gasped.

  “But it turns out you’re a damn good editor, I’ll give you that. But it’s not at all why I hired you.”

  “You hired me to get in my pants,” she declared lightly, adding shock to her anger.

  “One hundred percent.” He unfastened his pants and slid them off, staring at her while those angry eyes devoured what he slowly revealed.

  Once he was naked, he gripped his hard cock and slowly stroked himself, all while she watched him like a deer in headlights. A deer full of awe and wonder, which turned him all the fucking way on.

  “This is what I did the first night we talked.” He reached for his balls and caressed them, gliding his fist up and down his length. “I imagined you sucking me.” His breaths edged with small grunts now. “But what I have to tell you… is that I like you more than I intended to.”

  This caused her eyes to snap to his, and fuck, the brutal passion in her innocent gaze punched the pedal on his desire. He had her heart’s attention with that one. And that was perfect becau
se he needed that part of her to take careful notes.

  “When you orgasmed on the massage table… when my fingers were in your ass and tight pussy?” He grunted when her lips parted and eyelids lowered with desire. “I wanted to open your legs and suck your pussy until you bucked and writhed.”

  Her panting reached him as she watched his hands move along his cock.

  “I want to do things to you, Lizzy, things that make you scream in pleasure. Will you let me do that?”

  She licked her lips, her eyes fluttering shut with the pinch of her brow.

  “Raise your skirt. Leave your panties on.”

  “David,” she barely breathed.

  He angled his head, opening his legs wider. “Do you want me to make you?” It was a sincere and literal question.

  “Make me,” she gasped.

  She repeated it to understand what he meant, but David treated it as consent.

  “Raise your skirt, turn and place your hands on the table,” he ordered.

  She stood there like somebody hiding in the darkness behind clenched eyes.

  “I’m going to count to five. I’ll even close my eyes. When I’m done, you had better obey me, or you had better be gone.” It was a risk, but he was ready to take it.

  “One… two… three…” he paused a little, his pulse hammering. “Four…… and five.”

  He opened his eyes to sweet fucking victory. Her ass was two feet before him, hands on the table.

  “That’s a very good and naughty girl.” He sucked his middle finger. “I’m going to use just one finger…” David warned. “…and if I find your pussy dripping wet, then I’m going to have to punish you for teasing me. For making me work this hard to have what you clearly want.”

  She answered with short gasps as David slid forward, getting close. He slid his hands over her hips, staring at her perfect ass covered in cute cotton panties. His cock had never ached so hard.

  She sucked in a breath as he kissed one cheek then the other, while grabbing her panties from the top and pulling up until her sex pushed against the material. He stroked his finger over the full lips and yanked, loving the desperate moans in her every breath. “One finger,” he reminded, sliding her panties aside.