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wide. Pain? More than the martinet? Feeling as though I were in the presence of a predatory animal, I watched, cautious, as Zach strode across the room to me, tilted my chin up for a soft, short kiss.
âGo back to work now. I will meet you in the lobby at six thirty.â Somewhat dazed, drugged by the sensations in my blood, I nodded and turned to leave the room. Right before I exited the door, he whispered one last thing in my ear.
âAnd whatever you do, donât come.â
PART II
TEMPTED TO REBEL
CHAPTER FIVE
B y six twenty that evening, I was sitting in the vast, sleek lobby of the Phyrefly building waiting to meet Zach. My hands were bound so tightly together in my lap that my knuckles had turned white. My face was warm, and my trembling legs were crossed at the thigh, my every muscle clenched.
The slick silver ben-wa balls that Zach had secured inside of me earlier that day sat heavily in my pelvis. I tried to hold entirely still, for even the smallest of movementsâany movementâset them rocking against my womb, and overwhelmed me with the sensation.
The vast building seemed to be empty, everyone else having gone for the day. I knew, though, that Zach was still around somewhere. I could feel the tension that being in his vicinity brought to me, vibrating in the air like a tangible substance.
I looked up at the sleek security monitor, wondering if he was watching, if he could see me. At the same time I saw myself, a small, curvy blonde dressed severely in black, picked out in slightly distorted black and white. The woman on that monitor seemed to be waiting for somethingâsearching for somethingâand I blinked at my own image, startled by the thought.
What was I doing here? Was I really throwing myself at one man so soon after being burned by another? Could I really find myself while in the arms of someone else?
The sound of the chrome elevator sliding into place on the first floor had my heart clenching in the suddenly tight confines of my chest. My palms became slick with sweat, and I unclasped them and nervously wiped the moisture off on my skirt.
âYouâre early. Iâm pleased.â And then there he was, Zachariah St. Brenton, the charismatic billionaire, striding across the ultramodern lobby toward me. He was dressed in another expensive-looking black suit that made him look all the more mouthwatering. I began to tremble as those crystal blue eyes fastened on me, warm with hunger.
My head told me that I wouldnâtâcouldnâtâfind myself by pursuing a man. Everything else in my being screamed at me to take what I wanted, for once in my life.
âCome.â Zach held a hand out for me, and I took it without question, just as I was sure he expected me to. I found that I didnât want to think, didnât want to analyze my actions, my feelings and my thoughts.
I just wanted to liveâand nothing had ever made me feel more vibrant or alive than this man.
âOh!â The heavy balls rocked as I stood, causing twinges of need all throughout my abdomen, and my knees buckled. Zachâs muscular arm caught me around my waist, holding me steady.
âMaybe I asked too much of you.â
I looked up sharply, certain that he was criticizing me. I was crushed, because for reasons that I didnât quite understand, I wanted to please him.
Instead, the lines etched deeply into his forehead told me that his mind was filled with nothing but concern for me. I was surprised and touched, and it made me want to please him all the more.
âNo.â Zach looked at me sharply as I spoke, the beginnings of a frown crinkling the corners of his lips. He struck me again as the kind of man who was not accustomed to being told
no
.
âVery well.â Those opalescent eyes studied me for a long moment, trying to unearth my secrets, it seemed, before Zach guided me to the parking garage entrance, where I had parked that very morning. He seemed
âGo back to work now. I will meet you in the lobby at six thirty.â Somewhat dazed, drugged by the sensations in my blood, I nodded and turned to leave the room. Right before I exited the door, he whispered one last thing in my ear.
âAnd whatever you do, donât come.â
PART II
TEMPTED TO REBEL
CHAPTER FIVE
B y six twenty that evening, I was sitting in the vast, sleek lobby of the Phyrefly building waiting to meet Zach. My hands were bound so tightly together in my lap that my knuckles had turned white. My face was warm, and my trembling legs were crossed at the thigh, my every muscle clenched.
The slick silver ben-wa balls that Zach had secured inside of me earlier that day sat heavily in my pelvis. I tried to hold entirely still, for even the smallest of movementsâany movementâset them rocking against my womb, and overwhelmed me with the sensation.
The vast building seemed to be empty, everyone else having gone for the day. I knew, though, that Zach was still around somewhere. I could feel the tension that being in his vicinity brought to me, vibrating in the air like a tangible substance.
I looked up at the sleek security monitor, wondering if he was watching, if he could see me. At the same time I saw myself, a small, curvy blonde dressed severely in black, picked out in slightly distorted black and white. The woman on that monitor seemed to be waiting for somethingâsearching for somethingâand I blinked at my own image, startled by the thought.
What was I doing here? Was I really throwing myself at one man so soon after being burned by another? Could I really find myself while in the arms of someone else?
The sound of the chrome elevator sliding into place on the first floor had my heart clenching in the suddenly tight confines of my chest. My palms became slick with sweat, and I unclasped them and nervously wiped the moisture off on my skirt.
âYouâre early. Iâm pleased.â And then there he was, Zachariah St. Brenton, the charismatic billionaire, striding across the ultramodern lobby toward me. He was dressed in another expensive-looking black suit that made him look all the more mouthwatering. I began to tremble as those crystal blue eyes fastened on me, warm with hunger.
My head told me that I wouldnâtâcouldnâtâfind myself by pursuing a man. Everything else in my being screamed at me to take what I wanted, for once in my life.
âCome.â Zach held a hand out for me, and I took it without question, just as I was sure he expected me to. I found that I didnât want to think, didnât want to analyze my actions, my feelings and my thoughts.
I just wanted to liveâand nothing had ever made me feel more vibrant or alive than this man.
âOh!â The heavy balls rocked as I stood, causing twinges of need all throughout my abdomen, and my knees buckled. Zachâs muscular arm caught me around my waist, holding me steady.
âMaybe I asked too much of you.â
I looked up sharply, certain that he was criticizing me. I was crushed, because for reasons that I didnât quite understand, I wanted to please him.
Instead, the lines etched deeply into his forehead told me that his mind was filled with nothing but concern for me. I was surprised and touched, and it made me want to please him all the more.
âNo.â Zach looked at me sharply as I spoke, the beginnings of a frown crinkling the corners of his lips. He struck me again as the kind of man who was not accustomed to being told
no
.
âVery well.â Those opalescent eyes studied me for a long moment, trying to unearth my secrets, it seemed, before Zach guided me to the parking garage entrance, where I had parked that very morning. He seemed
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