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I have had enough. I am his employee, not his slave.
“And when was the last time I came to work late aside from that day, you arrogant, entitled, conceited son of a bitch?”
My eyes sting with tears, and my chest rises and falls with heavy breath. I feel an overpowering urge to slap him hard across the face, and I think I might have if a vase hadn’t caught my blurry vision instead. I storm to the table, pick up the vase, and smash it against the floor, shattering it into tiny, irregular shards.
“I slave for you. I almost don’t have a life aside from working for you, but where has that gotten me apart from being treated like a subhuman? I am sick of you!”
Vaughn’s angry expression slowly takes on a calm and sober form. His lips part like he is about to say something, but then they close again.
What an asshole! He can’t even bring himself to apologize.
I march toward the door, angry as ever.
“Wait . . .” He reaches for my shoulder, attempting to stop me.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” I bark, pulling my shoulder away from him.
He literally sprints and blocks the exit door before me.
“Get out of my way, Vaughn.”
“You’re crying,” he says, and I have no idea why he said that.
Slightly embarrassed, I wipe my tears with the back of my sleeve. His eyes soften, but he still doesn’t apologize.
“Have a seat. Let’s talk, Rachel. Apparently, there’s a lot for us to talk about.” His voice has a hint of desperation in it, a deep frown carved on his forehead.
“Just let me go, Vaughn.” I motion toward the door, attempting to step around him.
Before I can reach the door, a firm hand grips my arm and spins me around.
“No, we’ve got to talk about this.”
“Let me go!”
Before I can put up a physical resistance, he pulls me into the heat of his naked chest and seals my lips with a kiss.
A knot of shock and fear twists in the pit of my stomach, and I stand there dumbfounded, his lips on mine. He backs away a bit to look at my face, his shocked expression mirroring mine, but in place of fear, I see something else in his eyes.
Desire.
He claims my lips once again, this time with more intensity than the first kiss. This time, I kiss him back. Reasonable Rachel screams for me to back away, but horny Rachel won’t allow me to move a muscle. My earlier outburst left me with a vulnerable feeling, and my biggest wish is for Vaughn to take me right here in his study.
Chapter eight
Chapter Eight
Vaughn
Scoring a goal from the halfway line or beyond would have been a much easier feat to accomplish than breaking the first kiss; a dim light of reason has slipped through a crack in my mind. But then, I see the look of desire in her eyes when I pull back, and I instantly know that the deal is sealed.
I ravish her lips with mine as I pull her further into me, and her body melts against mine. The feel of her perky breast against my chest gets me unbelievably hard, and even though my mind is clouded with lust, I can’t help but gasp lightly at how she can get me this hard.
Am I that attracted to her?
Rachel is anything but idle. She reciprocates my kiss with the same intensity, matching my energy with each movement and each caress until I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my handsaround her waist and hoist her upward. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She doesn’t let my lips catch a break, and I love it!
The foot of my injured leg stubs against a chair as I make my way to my big desk. I pull her in closer until my rock-hard member presses against her tightly. Still, I drown out a moan escaping her mouth by kissing her even deeper to suppress a yelp.