she said half under her breath. Her chest was so tight that she could barely take a breath, and she knew her cheeks were burning. “It wasn’t like that.”
He said nothing, but put down another picture. The next photo showed Kendra naked except for the same shoes she was currently wearing. She was bound and gagged with black tape, in the very same chair she was sitting in.
Kendra swallowed and crossed her legs the other way.
“Was the tape tight?” he asked, his voice low enough to give her shivers.
Kendra shrugged. “Tighter than the rope had been, but I still freed myself. It wasn’t abusive.”
The fourth shot was of her wearing the leather blindfold. Her arms were bound to her sides with the red rope and her lips were painted a glossy red. Her mouth was slightly open as if she had just gasped, and her nipples were tightly beaded above the coiled rope. Just looking at the shot made Kendra’s puss hum with desire.
“Tight?” Reid asked.
Kendra shook her head. “I did it myself because he wouldn’t. I was holding the ends behind my back.”
He straightened then and looked at her. “Is that how you like it?”
Kendra didn’t know if he meant being in control or not. “How?”
“Tight.”
“Why?”
“I’m curious.”
“Why?”
He leaned his fists on the desk and bent toward her, his voice dropping even lower. “Because I like to bind women so securely that they can’t even shiver, and I’m trying to decide how personal of an assistant you might be to me.” He lifted a brow. “Since I’ve decided to take your challenge to make this company profitable, we’ll be spending a good bit of time together. I’d like to know exactly how.”
Although she’d guessed that he’d suggest something similar, Kendra felt her mouth open in surprise that he had. “Leon didn’t touch.”
“I would.”
“Leon didn’t . . . you know.”
“I would.”
Kendra licked her lips and looked at the pictures again, realizing this man could make her fantasies come true. It was incredible to be having a talk like this with a man she barely knew. On the hand, she was never going to forget that kiss.
And she wanted another. Badly.
She flicked a glance at him, not surprised by his intensity or his focus. He would be good at this game, she was sure. He liked control. He liked power. He knew what he wanted and was prepared to ask for it. She remembered a quote from him that she’d found when she did that report: never let an opportunity walk away.
She was suddenly sure she shouldn’t let this one pass. He’d met her halfway on giving the company a chance. If she declined, would he close up the shop? Did she have that much power? Even if the company’s future had nothing to do with his suggestion, she loved the idea of exploring her fantasies.
Especially with him.
Kendra took a deep breath and met his gaze. “Tell me more.”
He reached into his briefcase again and pulled out a manila envelope. “Why don’t you just read the contract?”
“A contract?”
His tone was cool and more impersonal than Kendra wanted it to be, but she already knew he was a man whose thoughts were hard to read.
Probably on purpose.
What would it be like to crack his polished exterior? Kendra wanted very much to know.
“Contracts protect the interests of both involved parties, regardless of the nature of the transaction,” he explained. “Contracts ensure that we understand each other.” He handed her the envelope and Kendra stared at it, unable to believe it could be that specific. Did people really write down the terms of their sexual games? “Take a late lunch, Miss Jones. I’d like an answer before close of business today.” With that, he gathered up the photographs.
“Can I have those now?”
His smile was quick and surprisingly wicked. “No. They’re mine, either way.” That look nearly stopped Kendra’s heart. How could a man be so sexy?
But, wait. He was keeping the pictures? Kendra opened her