The Rules by Becca Jameson Read Free Book Online

the owner of a Fortune 500 company trying to tell me he was a Dom? And why would I need to know this?
    He exhaled slowly, and then he released my hand and stood. He paced the room. I watched him, wishing I could fall through a crack in the Earth and come out on the other side. I did get a better view of this space, though. Clearly he was a fan of white, gray, and black because the living room matched the kitchen in its decor. The leather sofa was white. The floor was tiled in the same gray as the kitchen, with an enormous, delicious plush white rug in the middle between the huge sectional and the wall of built-in cabinets. The wood was painted white, and there was a flat-screen television in the middle section with rows of DVDs and CDs surrounding it. Flanking both of those were shelves of books. A ton of books.
    But I needed to concentrate on my boss right then, so I yanked my gaze back to find him staring at me, running his fingers through his hair, both hands.
    I was in so much trouble.
    Especially because he looked even hotter when he lowered his arms, leaving his hair a mess on top.
    “Look, Amelia. I have to be honest here. I’m attracted to you.”
    And there it was. I didn’t say a word. I seriously doubted I heard him correctly. He ignored my non-response and continued.
    “I mean really attracted to you. I have been since the first time you walked by my office. My cock instantly got hard, as it has every time I’ve seen you since. And baby, my cock doesn’t get hard for just anybody. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve felt this kind of draw to a woman.”
    Holy shit . I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t breathe. And besides, all kinds of unwanted things happened to my body. My belly plunged, a tight ball forming in the center that knotted a little more with each word he spoke. My sex soaked my panties, and no matter how hard I squeezed my legs together, I couldn’t ease what could only be described as need.
    My sexy boss continued to speak, pacing again. “I thought I could control this thing. I thought I could ignore it. I tried paying no attention to you. I then tried paying attention to you. I had hoped when I approached you on Friday night I would find out you had bad manners or a chipped tooth, or an ugly laugh or something that would turn me off.”
    I had trouble following his rant. I tried to keep up. I did. But holy fuck .
    “I had to jack off twice Friday night, and still you wouldn’t get out of my bed,” he accused, as though I’d done something wrong. His bed? I had never been near this man’s bed. Not once. This was the first time I’d been in his house for heaven’s sake.
    “So I had this plan.” He stopped pacing, nailing me with his gaze. “I was sure if I sent you all over Atlanta this morning to collect that pile of stuff, you’d either freak the fuck out and tell me to go to hell, or not even flinch and leave without a blink.”
    “I considered it, sir,” I managed to mutter.
    “Which one?”
    I stared at him.
    “Which one, Amelia? Telling me to go to hell or shrugging it off?”
    “Hell, sir,” I whispered.
    This freaking pleased him. I couldn’t believe it.
    He smiled, and then his face straightened, and he turned to face the wall of bookshelves, giving me another view of his fine ass in the process.
    I closed my eyes, trying to straighten out my head while at the same time ignoring his butt. When I opened them, the man was facing me again. And he was closer. “Amelia.”
    “Yes, sir?”
    He rolled his eyes. “Cade.”
    I nodded. No way was I going to start calling him Cade.
    “Unless you plan to stick a capital letter on the way you say Sir , call me Cade.”
    I had no idea what he meant by that.
    “You’re the greenest twenty-four-year-old woman alive. What rock did you climb out from under?”
    I was sure that was an insult, so I said nothing.
    “I’m sorry.” He cringed. “That was uncalled