My Exception (My Escort #2) by Kia Carrington-Russell Read Free Book Online Page B

Damon and I right now. Michelle’s office was slowly turning into Damon’s, which held his masculine smell that I so much adored. The office was surrounded by glass. It was a great site to watch over the traffic and joggers who swept by. His large wooden desk had already been set up, his two laptops and three diaries on top.
    He didn’t often call me to his new office. But then again, he had been acting odd lately. He was certainly risking the professionalism we had always maintained between the two of us. Yet if he demanded from me what I wanted from him, I didn’t think it would be me to hold us back.
    “What did you want to talk to me about, Damon?”
    He was looking out his large window in front of his desk, his hands clasped behind his back. How his very presence made me quiver with both excitement and passion was beyond me. “Clover, come here for a moment,” he said, his voice husky.
    I couldn’t see his face so I wasn’t sure what his expression was. His tone seemed very serious. Maybe he wasn’t angry with me but with something or someone else. I couldn’t help but feel as if it were directed at me, though. Instead of arguing with him, I found myself placing my laptop bag down on a leather chair and walking over to him. Still he didn’t turn to face me, so I stood by his side, looking out towards the city as well.
    Gently, he placed his hand around my waist and pulled me in front of him. He wrapped his hands around my waist and his hard chest pressed against my back. He simply surrounded me with his warmth, his rough facial hair on my shoulder as he kissed my neck. I couldn’t help but feel myself instantly drift into him. But it worried me: why was he acting this way? He never had behaved this way at work before. Perhaps the shift of role to CEO really was affecting him.
    “Damon, is everything okay?” I asked, stroking my hand over his as he held me tightly.
    After a long moment he spoke. “I’ve been neglecting you,” he said in a defeated tone.
    I was surprised by this. “No, you haven’t,” I said quietly, not trying to push anymore out of him. Damon was opening up to me; this was something he didn’t so often do. Beneath the games and taunts there was this sensitive side Damon rarely revealed. I tried to turn to meet his eyes but he only held my waist firmer so I couldn’t move.
    “I want to see more of you every day. It drives me crazy when I see you with another man,” he confessed.
    I frowned, now realising what this was about. “Hayden is just a friend, Damon,” I said, still looking out towards the low hum of traffic.
    “Friend or not, I can’t help but get jealous. You are so exotic. You could make any man fall to their knees. I’m finding myself in that exact predicament.” He nestled further into my neck as if hiding his face.
    “I love you, you know that. Stop acting so jealous. Ugly doesn’t suit your face,” I teased lightly. I felt his smile spread against my skin. He kissed my shoulder lightly before relaxing his hands so I could turn around and see him.
    “You are right. I am too damn pretty for that,” he said with a teasing smile.
    “Is that so?” I said, arching an eyebrow.
    He cupped his other hand under my jaw, pulling me in for a light yet intimate kiss.
    “You are mine, Clover Granture,” he growled through his kiss. His vibrations swept down my throat and into my heat. He tore at my bottom lip a little as he released our kiss, leaving me wanting more.
    “You don’t play fair,” I smiled, enjoying the embrace.
    “You make me find new ways to play,” he announced. “Also, I have a favour to ask you.”
    “Mr. Brogardt, you have a favour to ask of me?” I repeated, a hint of suggestion in my voice. I pulled away from him and walked over to collect my laptop bag. It would only be minutes until his personal assistant got here. And one of us had to be the adult to pull away before she walked in on us in a compromising position.
    “How you tease