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Cornered

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by Amy Valenti


  “I don’t think my grades will suffer too much.” I tapped her thigh, signalling that we should move, and she reluctantly dragged herself to her feet. The darkness was so complete that once she was no longer touching me, I had no way to determine where she was. I began to straighten myself up as well as I could while sightless, and her soft, amused curse oriented me a little. “What?”

  “You tore my panties.” Far from being put out, she seemed delighted by this development.

  I didn’t bother to apologise. “We’re going right back to your dorm.”

  “Lucky for you,” she told me, stepping back into my arms for a brief, affectionate kiss. “And I sure hope Kate got to class okay, or the rest of our class are gonna think it was her you dragged in here…”

  Wincing at the thought, I nudged her toward the other end of the room. “I didn’t drag. You walked. Pretty quickly, as I recall.”

  “Semantics,” she retorted dismissively, cracking open the storeroom door and peeking out into the hallway. “I think we’re safe.”

  I had almost remembered how to think rationally, and I put a hand out to stop her. “You head back to your room. I’ll follow in a couple of minutes. That way, if one of us runs into one of the lecturers we’ll look less guilty if neither of us shows up.”

  Nodding, she leaned out to double-check the coast was clear, and then glanced back at me. “How do I look?”

  In the half-light, I looked her over. Her hair was a little dishevelled, and her torn panties were bunched up in one fist, but she’d pass a cursory inspection. And god, she was beautiful. “Like I should just drag you back in here right now.”

  Grinning wickedly, she reached out to adjust my shirt collar. “Patience, Ryan… we don’t wanna get caught for real.” With another swift peek out into the corridor, she leaned in and kissed me one last time. “See you soon.”

  I watched her casually walk down towards the exit, her hips swaying a little too much for it to be accidental. She was teasing me, and it didn’t help to know that underneath that tiny skirt, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  Turning my mind to the task at hand, I checked my clothing and waited a couple of minutes. Then, moving quickly but as nonchalantly as I could, I vacated the storeroom and made for the exit Sian had disappeared through.

  A few minutes later, I knocked on her dorm room door. When she answered, the first things I noticed were that she’d re-tied her hair and applied burgundy lip gloss that just begged to be licked away.

  She smiled in welcome and stepped back to let me in with a mischievous sideways glance. “Hey.”

  “You find spare underwear?”

  “Maybe,” she teased, lifting one eyebrow suggestively. “Maybe not. Come and find out.”

  She didn’t need to tell me twice.

  Enjoyed this book? Read on for an excerpt from Hot, Rich and Dominant by Amy Valenti…

  New and naïve…

  When Nell starts work for the Cassidy Corporation’s marketing team, she doesn’t expect to give offence to the CEO’s young, gorgeous and enigmatic son during her first day. Sure she’ll be fired by the end of the week, she instead finds herself pinned up against the stairwell wall two days later, with his lips on hers…

  Confused, yet curious…

  It seems there are two sides to tall, dark and delicious Marc Cassidy, and something in Nell is calling the dominant in him to the fore. He wants her for his own, and he’s not afraid to show her how he feels. Though she tries to resist the intense chemistry between them, neither of them is convinced by her half-hearted protests, and it’s not long until Nell is plunged into the heady, unfamiliar world of sexual submission. Can she obey his orders and figure out if what she feels is more than just pure desire, and maybe unravel the mystery that is Marc Cassidy in the process?

  HOT, RICH AND DOMINANT

  Amy Valenti

  Chapter One

  Lunch in the cafeteria on your first day anywhere is a rite of passage—and it seemed that extended as far as my first day at the Cassidy Corporation. It wasn’t quite as bad as high school, with its tables of jocks, nerds, cheerleaders and angry misfit kids, but it was close. Even though there were no defining visual characteristics to the seating arrangements, I was willing to bet people wouldn’t take kindly to being interrupted by a new graduate intern who didn’t know the status quo.

  “Let me guess—you’re new.”

  The voice at my elbow startled me, and I smiled self-consciously. “I have that ‘deer in headlights’ look, huh?”

  Then I actually registered what the guy next to me looked like, and heat crept over my skin. He was the kind of guy you gaze at from afar and wonder how you’ll ever get him to notice you—darkly handsome, snappily dressed in a suit that was tailored just right, with eyes that were good-humoured rather than arrogant. One stray lock of dark hair had fallen into his eyes in a way that just made me want to brush it away and then kiss him senseless.

  Whoa, girl. Get it together!

  “Not so much ‘deer in headlights’ as ‘first-day nerves’. C’mon. Sit with me.”

  More than a little charmed, I followed him over to one of the two-seater tables over by the window. The city view was breathtaking from here, and the cafeteria was only halfway up the skyscraper that housed the Cassidy Corporation.

  As I set down my pre-packaged sandwich, apple and candy bar, the guy spoke, holding out his hand. “I’m Marc.”

  I shook it, hoping it didn’t show that at his touch, electric sparks zinged their way from my hand to my nipples and between my legs. “Eleanor—you can call me Nell.”

  “Good to meet you, Nell.” He gestured for me to take a seat, then sat opposite me with a warm smile that melted the knot of anxiety in my stomach and sent liquid pooling in my panties. “How are you finding CassidyCorp?”

  A whole lot better now I’m talking to you…

  “So far? A whirlwind of forms and introductions. I’ve met more people and signed more paperwork today than I ever have in my life.” I shrugged. “But I’m excited to start working. I’m the new grad intern.”

  Recognition dawned on his face, and he raised an eyebrow. The effect was just too hot for words. “You’ll be working with Stella on the anti-vivisection marketing.”

  I’d met the woman earlier today, and she’d seemed nice. Busy, but nice. “Yeah. Wow. Grapevine travels fast. I’ve only been here since nine this morning.”

  Something close to a secretive smile tugged at his lips. “I have my ways of knowing things.”

  Before I could ask more, he gestured for me to eat and changed the subject. “So… met the big boss yet?”

  I tried to remember what I knew about Elliot Cassidy. Apart from the fact he was the CEO and a millionaire—no, wait, a billionaire—I was coming up blank. He hadn’t had anything to do with the process of hiring me. “Mr. Cassidy? God, no. I shouldn’t think I will, either—he’ll be way too busy to pay attention to the likes of me. High-powered deals and keeping the company running, or whatever.”

  Something in his expression told me Marc didn’t exactly agree with that statement. “More like playing mini-golf in his office. How about his son? Heard anything?”

  “What, are you the office gossip or something?” I joked, unwrapping my sandwich. “I’m starting to figure out how you knew I’ve been hired.”

  He just gave me an enigmatic smile and waited.

  Oh, what the hell? I could use a friend around here, even a guy who seemed more interested in gossip than a little old lady. Since he didn’t seem all that fond of the higher-ups, I decided to score a few brownie points by identifying with him. “No, all I know about the younger Mr. Cassidy is that he works here, too. Probably so Daddy won’t cut off his trust fund, though, right? Clocking in and doing the bare minimum so he doesn’t get written out of the will…”

  Something flashed in those intense, gorgeous eyes just for a second. “I’ve heard that opinion a few times,” Marc said evenly.

  Unsur
e of what I’d just stirred up, I took a mouthful of my sandwich to buy myself some thinking time. Before I’d finished chewing and swallowing, though, a girl with a datebook under her arm approached timidly. “Sir? Could I borrow you for a moment?”

  With a nod that seemed a little irritated, Marc stood up. “Good to meet you, Eleanor. Hope the rest of your first day goes well.”

  “Thanks,” I murmured, and watched him go with a soft sigh of mingled relief and disappointment. The guy was as changeable as a chameleon—good-natured one minute, wry the next, positively stormy not too long after that. And he was clearly pissed off with me—he’d called me Eleanor, not Nell, as I’d asked him to.

  Maybe not relationship material, but God, just having him look at me turned my knees to jelly. Serious eye-candy. And now he was shrugging off his suit jacket and I was getting an eyeful of his deliciously shaped ass…

  Stop staring.

  “So! What were you and Mr. C, Junior talking about?” My co-worker, Stella, slid into the seat Marc had vacated and batted her eyelashes. “He’s dreamy, isn’t he? But oh-so-unattainable for the likes of you and me…”

  * * * *

  Dear Diary,

  You know that awkward moment when you realise you’ve bitching about the boss’ son to a guy you never dreamed could BE the boss’ son? This intelligent, gorgeous guy with a smile that could melt an iceberg and a bank balance even bigger than the bulge in his just-tight-enough-to-count pants…?

  Yeah. Figures no one else has made a faux pas that big on their first day at the job they’ve been dying for. ‘Oops’ just doesn’t seem to cover it.

  Fuck my life, Diary. I’ll be fired by the end of the week, I just know it.

  Hot, Rich and Dominant at Amazon.com

  Hot, Rich and Dominant at Amazon.co.uk

  Also by Amy Valenti

  Hot, Rich and Dominant

  Hot, Rich and Dominant 2 – Learning Curve

  Little Tease (Rack and Ruin #1)

  Model Submissive (Rack and Ruin #2)

  Always the Quiet Ones

  Battle of Thrills

  Dominance and Deception

  Hidden Heat

  Of Sawdust and Seduction

  Shocked

  Smoke and Mirrors

  Switch Anthology: Switching Off

  Bound to the Billionaire: Die for Him

  About the Author

  Amy Valenti is a tarnished tease, and her mind has lived in the gutter since the day she realised what sex was. She hails from England, which she doesn’t find quite as exotic and sexy as the average US citizen seems to, but if people want to compliment her on her accent, that’s all fine with her! Her muses are many, fickle and very demanding.

  She has a degree in creative writing and currently works as an editor. In her free time, she reads, writes and plays videogames. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have a laptop on her knee, she loves to curl up with friends and pets—and chocolate—for TV show and movie marathons.

  Amy also writes erotica (without the romance!) under the pseudonym Sidonie Spice.

  Find Amy Online

  As Amy Valenti (erotic romance):

  Blog: http://amyvalenti.wordpress.com

  Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AmyValentiErotica

  Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/AmyValenti

  As Sidonie Spice (erotica shorts):

  Blog: http://sidoniespice.wordpress.com

  Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/SidonieSpiceErotica

  Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/SidonieSpice

 

 

 


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