Be a Doll(48)

Like always, hearing his name coming from my mouth made him react. It wasn’t anything blatant, if I hadn’t been watching closely I would miss the signs. His shoulders moved slightly, his lips parted just a little and his eyes glazed over before he blinked and offered me his best insufferable and overconfident smirk carving that wicked dimple that had troubled my sleep last night.

“Inconsequential, you say?’’ He closed the file in front of him and set it aside, his smirk still firmly in place and his eyes not once looking away from me. He was like a predator preparing his next move, his attack. “Then, you didn’t want to come last night. You didn’t want me to fuck you in our bed like you’ve never been fucked before.’’ He put his forearms on his desk and leaned forward to better hit me with his dark eyes. I shivered. “You didn’t want to lose yourself in me while I’d do the same with you. Is that right?’’

I couldn’t look away from his eyes as his words thrilled me until I was trembling in the chair, at the mercy of a desire I didn’t want to comprehend. He had me and the bastard knew it.

His eyes didn’t miss a thing and he probably caught the desire dilating my pupils, the goosebumps breaking out all over my cleavage, or the way I kept on pressing my legs together. I didn’t remember ever being in such an aroused state without any physical touch before.

“Hmm, it looks like you don’t want to lie. That’s good,’’ he said nonchalantly. One of his hands disappeared a moment under his desk and I wondered if he adjusted his erection, if he was as affected as I was or if he was just getting off on the chase and this maddening game he had me in. “Does it mean you won’t resist any longer, Lila?’’

That got my attention and made me find my words again. I stopped stretching the sleeves of my cashmere sweater and instead gripped onto the arms of the chair. “It’s not because I wanted sex last night that it’s going to happen.’’

“Really?’’ he asked with clear disbelief in his voice and that made me want to strangle his overconfidence and slap myself for giving him the chance to doubt me. He had all the reasons to with the way I had launched myself into that kiss. “I already told you that it’s a matter of time. We both know it’s going to happen.’’

I stood up and smoothed my clothes, doing everything to find my composure again. “I don’t think you summoned me here for this. I’m sure you have a busy afternoon ahead of you so let’s eat.’’ I turned around and walked to the couch with a fake assurance and a determination to resist him and his sex appeal.

As I sat properly at one end of the couch, I watched Mathis stand, take off his jacket and finally join me on the couch. The view of his muscles tugging on his button-down had me too distracted to check the type of food he had delivered.

He was truly a handsome man exuding a sex appeal impossible to ignore. The darkness and distance in his eyes only made the attraction stronger and made my emotions more intense in every way. I reacted to him and it had started the very first time I had laid eyes on him and he hadn’t stopped playing me.

His big hands took over the task of serving the food in front of us, two turkey sandwiches wrapped in some organic deli paper and the paper napkins accompanying them.

It was hard for me to stop watching him as he rolled up his sleeves to uncover thick forearms and the veins leading to his powerful hands. It was hard to be close enough to him to be aware of the space he occupied, of his warmth, of his aftershave.

“When you said ‘let’s eat’, I didn’t realize you were thinking of me.’’

I blinked and frowned. “What?’’

He turned his head sideways and traced his lower lip deliberately slow, knowing full well that I would be hypnotized by this move. “You’re looking at me with hunger, little wife,’’ he said, his voice low and seductive. It was like a caress that reached under my clothes.

“I’m not. My God,’’ I muttered and focused all my attention on the sandwich in front of me, but as I started unwrapping it I didn’t feel like eating. A lead weight appeared in my stomach. “It’s not because I stare at you that I want to eat you alive.’’

“Oh no?’’ He chuckled darkly and the sound should repulse me, but instead my heart hammered in my chest.

I threw the sandwich on the coffee table. “Stop this! Why do you find this pleasure in toying with me? What is with you!’’ My voice raised crescendo, my breathing getting choppier.

His self-satisfied smirk and the dimple disappeared, but where I expected a distant mask with coldness pouring out of him, only intensity and something else shone in his dark eyes. “What is with me?’’ he asked, voice low, barely above a whisper. He turned toward me and leaned closer until his face was the only thing I could see. Until only he existed. Until he was the center of my world and I couldn’t escape him. Until I stopped breathing. “This morning I had a woman throwing herself at me right there.’’ He pointed at his desk and my eyes followed before I faced him again. My heart stopped hammering, my whole body locked down as if I was getting ready to get violently punched and hurt. It’s ridiculous. I didn’t care if he had a woman here and he slept with her. I didn’t care. I… God, why did I care? “And you know what, Lila?’’ He grabbed my chin and tilted my head upward a notch, drawing my mouth closer to his. “I. Turned. Her. Down. Because. I. Want. You.’’ The way he hammered each word made me shiver and I knew he felt it in his grip on my chin. His eyes flashed as they held mine in their grasp, enthralling me furthermore. “I only want to fuck my wife. You’re polluting my damn mind, rendering me mindless in the sexual frustration you forced on us. So now, tell me who’s really toying with whom.’’