Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(11)

I’d completely forgotten about the Axion meeting, actually, being swept up in my current situation. “Yes, sir.”

Morgan raised his brows. “You sure you’re okay?”

I nodded. “Did you happen to take a look at the work I revised?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“It was adequate.”

“Adequate?” I asked. That work was brilliant. I’d slaved over it all day and went above and beyond for each task.

“You need a definition of the word?” Morgan asked, looking down his nose at me, his glasses pulled low.

I got up and huffed, ready to go.

“Where are you going? I didn’t dismiss you.”

“What else could you possibly have to say to me? You’ve already beat me down like a dog with the rolled-up newspaper I’ve brought straight to you. Should I take a dump here on the floor so you can rub my nose in it?”

He bit his lip, and I didn’t know whether he was trying to hold back a laugh or an insult. “Sit down and shut up, Parker.”

I plopped back down and crossed my arms, looking anywhere but at him. Fuck, I could wring his goddamn neck.

“It’s not my job to praise you like a dog. Have pride in your work and it will show.”

“I don’t need your validation.” I licked my lips. “But would it kill you?”

That made him smile. For a fleeting second before his mouth went back to a frown. “Don’t push it. You got more than you deserved. A second chance. Anything else should be icing on the cake.”

I inhaled deeply, contemplating the ways I could murder him and hide the body without going to prison for the rest of my life. Maybe Charlie had old friends from San Quentin that could help me out.

“Stop shooting daggers and listen,” Morgan demanded, leaning his forearms on the table. My eyes were drawn to his hands?—strong fingers and large palms with the same dusting of dark hair as his forearms. No rings. Only a gigantic watch on his wrist. Who wears a watch anymore?

I looked back up and caught his gaze. He seemed amused at first. “I was going to have Steph assign this to one of the team, but I’ll give it to you. Because I think you’ll do the best job.”

Was that a compliment? I perked up, apparently, as we’d established, like the pathetic dog I am.

“I’ll need you to summarize an analysis of these sets of data. Bring it in hard copy tomorrow. We’ll pass it out at the meeting.”

I nodded and greedily took the papers from his hands.

“I sent the numbers to you via email, but this is the gist. Any questions?”

I read over the sheet. It wasn’t as high level as I had initially thought, but it was beyond intern capacity. A step in the right direction. I’d take it.

“No, sir.”

Morgan got up and walked around the desk and stopped right in front of me. He leaned back to rest his ass on it and gripped the edges with his hands. “Stand up,” he ordered, and I felt my temperature rise.

He was close. The spice I picked up earlier bombarded my senses. Still, I was glad to get up to avoid having my face right in line with his crotch again.

I stood, holding the paper in front of me like a shield.

“You’re not a dog.”

Funny, since I would have gladly sniffed his crotch and let him bury his bone in my ass. I gulped, trying not to let those thoughts take hold.

He continued. “But I’d appreciate you giving respect where it’s due. I don’t tolerate self-aggrandizement. We work as a team. It’s not about you. Once you realize that, maybe you’ll understand why you’re in this predicament.”

He got up from the desk, putting us closer. Fuck.

“You’re not afraid of me. So stop cowering, Parker.”

“I’m not,” I said, as we both noticed the paper shaking.

I yanked it to the side, quickly.

We stood there for what seemed like the longest moment of my life. Up this close, I could see how truly attractive he was and it made me want to groan. Those hazel eyes, that salt-and-pepper stubble, his thick, swept-back hair, and firm, tempting lips. I had a hard enough time controlling my anger; now I worried my lust would run rampant. He penetrated me with his darkening gaze and I felt exposed and raw. His scent, his uneven breaths, and this underlying tension drove me absolutely insane. I held back only for my job and my safety.

I suddenly moved back. “May I be dismissed?” I needed to get out of there fast. I was definitely getting hard, and I didn’t need Morgan noticing that too. I couldn’t go jumping my boss. For many reasons?—number one that I was pretty damn sure he despised me. And why did that thought make my heart hurt? What the fuck?!

“Yes,” he said, his voice low and raspy. My cock responded. Could Morgan be turned on? Did he feel this heat, this magnetism? One step forward and I’d be in his arms, melting against him.

No way . . . I must’ve been sensing his anger. Another reason why I was completely messed up for even thinking about this.

Before I embarrassed myself, I left.





Chapter Seven





Morgan





The day had flown by. When Parker knocked, I jumped, completely immersed in my work.

“Come in,” I called, suddenly nervous. The morning with Parker had me anxious. I didn’t know what possessed me to get that close to him. I may be inexplicably drawn to him, but I also knew better. He acted as if he was afraid I would strike him. Unless it was something else. Could he feel that attraction, too? I thought he detested me. Yet, if it wasn’t fear, why did he tremble?