Rush (Breathless #1)(10)

“Why?” she asked bluntly. “What is it you want, Gabe? And while you’re at it, explain last night. Because I’m at a complete loss.”

His smile was slow and deliciously arrogant. “So my kitten has claws.”

His kitten? She didn’t miss the significance of that little word.

“Don’t toy with me. Something else is going on here. Why do you want me to come to work for you?”

His upper lip worked up and down and his nostrils flared as he stared across the desk at her.

“Because I want you, Mia.”

Silence fell, cloaking the room, suffocating except for the loud pulse in her ears.

“I d-don’t understand.”

He smiled then, a predatory smile that slid over her like the smoothest silk. “Oh, I think you do.”

Her stomach flipped and butterflies swarmed her chest and tickled her throat. This wasn’t happening. It had to be a dream.

“What you suggest isn’t possible,” she said. “If I work for you…we can’t…”

“Can’t we?” he asked mockingly. He leaned farther back into his chair, indolent and confident as he turned to the side to stretch his long legs. “The purpose of your working for me is so you’d be at my side at all times. And I’d have you when I want and how I want.”

Heat infused her entire body. She fidgeted in her chair, her hands twisting together.

“This is overwhelming,” she confessed. It was lame. Completely lame as a comeback, but what else was she supposed to say? She was utterly speechless.

Her heart was about to beat out of her chest. She knew there was more to this than his words. There was a wealth of meaning in those dark eyes. She felt hunted. Stalked.

“Come here, Mia.”

The firm but gentle command washed through the haze of confusion. Her eyes widened as her gaze found his, and she realized he was waiting for her to come to him.

She rose, her legs shaky, and she rubbed her hands down her jeans in an attempt to steady herself. And then she took that first step and walked around the edge of his desk to where he was still seated in his executive chair.

He reached for her hand and once he had his fingers twined with hers, he tugged her down onto his lap. She landed awkwardly but he sat farther up and shifted so she was nestled against his chest and tucked into his side. With his free hand, he delved his fingers into her hair, twisting the strands around his knuckles while he held on to her hand with his other.

“The relationship I’m proposing is not a traditional one,” he said. “I’ll not have you walking blindly into it without knowing exactly where you stand and what you can expect from it.”

“Big of you,” she said dryly.

He gave her hair a slight tug. “Little minx.” His eyes became half-lidded as he stared into her eyes. He disentangled his hand from hers and lifted his fingers to her lips where he traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his index finger. “I want you, Mia. And I’ll warn you now. I’m very used to getting my way.”

“So you want me to work for you and you want…me. Physically, I mean.”

“Oh yes,” he murmured. “Definitely.”

“And this relationship you propose. What exactly do you mean by nontraditional?”

He hesitated for the briefest moment. “I’ll own you,” he said bluntly. “Body, soul. You’ll belong to me.”

Whoa. That sounded so…heavy. She couldn’t even wrap her brain around it. Her mouth went dry and she tried to lick her lips but stopped when she remembered his reaction when she’d done it moments earlier.

“I’ll guide you through this,” he said in a more gentle tone. “I’m not going to throw you to the wolves. I’ll be patient as you learn your way through the kind of relationship I expect.”

“I don’t even know what to say right now,” she blurted out.

His hand slid over her jaw and to her cheek. They were on eye level, their mouths just a few breaths apart.

“I think this is where you tell me where I stand with you,” Gabe prompted. “Do you want me as badly as I want you?”

Oh God, was this really happening? Did she dare to say the words out loud? It was like standing on the ledge of a skyscraper and peering over the edge. Wind in your face, knowing one misstep and you plummet.

His mouth moved closer, past her mouth, skimming over her jawline, his lips just brushing her skin. He nipped at her earlobe, eliciting a full-body shiver that sent chill bumps racing across her flesh.

“Tell me what I want to know,” he commanded in a husky voice that whispered over the shell of her ear.

“Y-yes,” she croaked.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want you.”

The admission escaped with a sigh, reluctantly tugged from her lips. She couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“Mia, look at me.”

There was something about the calm authority in his voice that registered with her. Made her hyperaware of his presence, of him as a man. And it made her want him all the more.

She turned her gaze on him, saw the blaze in his eyes. He caught her hair again, tugging slightly as he toyed with the tresses.

“I have a contract,” he said. “It outlines every nuance of our proposed relationship. I want you to read over it very carefully this weekend and then I want your decision on Monday.”