feel uncomfortable, it
doesn’t. All it does is the stoke the fire deep in my belly, making my attraction
to him so intense that it’s uncomfortable. I find myself crossing my legs, hoping the friction between my thighs will help soothe the persistent purr I feel
down there.
Clearing my throat, I straighten my stance and raise my chin in defiance. “I
already told you, Mr. Knight, I won’t need your help.” I’m being a total brat
and I know it, which seems to be amusing Kyler when it should piss him off.
But I know I’m a challenge to him, which is why he hasn’t fired me for blatant
insubordination. That, and I suspect his father wouldn’t be impressed if Kyler
were to let me go.
Kyler approaches, slowly closing the space between us and I’m forced to look
up at him. The vision of him towering above me in my dream flashes through
my mind and I have to fight my body’s instinct to lean in to him.
I mentally swat at the desire I feel simmering between us as if it’s a fly buzzing
around my head. This. Can’t. Happen.
“Well, Miss Emerson,” he breathes in a low, bedroom voice. “I wasn’t aware
that you had any choice in the matter. So either you accept it and let me help
you, or I can use more…forceful…methods to get you to comply.”
A shiver races through my body before I can stop it and I curse myself for being so weak, for resounding so readily to the arrogant asshole in front of me.
I think about it for a minute, reasoning that the sooner I accept his help, the
sooner we can be done and he can go back to leaving me alone. Because that’s
all this is isn’t it? A game?
“Fine,” I acquiesce. “But no funny business, Kyler.” Saying his name feels
strange, it sounds foreign coming from my mouth. I imagine what it would
should like if I were to scream it in the throws of passion. The thought makes
my cheeks warm and my thighs, and my pussy, clench. Sweet baby Jesus, reign
it in! Control yourself for pity’s sake!
“No funny business,” he agrees, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Until you
decide you want me.”
I snort, rather unladylike, and roll my eyes as I take a step back from him. The
distance is needed. “As if. We’re working together, and that’s it.”
Kyler shakes his head, chuckling. “When my father asked me to help you, he
didn’t mention what a little hellcat you are. Must be those Georgia roots.” He
turns around and starts taking out the food he bought. I stare at the back of
his head.
“What? You father asked you to help me?” Until now, I thought Kyler only
wanted to help me to get closer to me. Why I thought that I don’t know, considering we barely know anything about each other. But I was wrong. This
wasn’t his choice.
Something akin to disappointment burrows its way into my chest, but I push
it down in the hopes that it will be smothered. I’m being ridiculous.
“Yes, he - ”
“And how did you know I’m from Georgia?”
This should have ben my biggest concern, but as always, I’m more worried
about impressing my boss than having Kyler find out I come from nothing.
Not that I’m ashamed. It’s just not something I want people to know about
me. It doesn’t define who I am, but it certainly influences what people think
about me, and I’m in no way inclined to have people think I’m a hick.
Kyler holds my gaze, and I catch but a glimpse of the power he exudes. It’s
the kind of gaze that would make anyone shrink and cower on the spot. But I
refuse to give him the satisfaction. Because the way his eyes hold mine, turns
me on. “I read your employee file.”
“Why?”
There’s a pregnant pause, and at first I don’t think he’ll give me an answer. He
doesn’t have to. He is after all taking over this company from his father, from
what I’ve assumed, and it;s only natural for him to want to get to know his
employees.
But something about it tells me that’s not that case.
“I was curious,” he finally