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He responded moments later:
Can’t. It was all on sale and non-returnable. Don’t you like it?
Ally sighed, laughing out loud at the reference to a sale. Not very creative or believable coming from Travis. She texted him back.
It’s too much. One dress is good enough.
She was startled when her phone rang, already knowing it was Travis.
“Beautiful women should have beautiful clothes,” Travis said huskily in her ear before she could even say anything. “I do get to provide your clothing for you. Read your contract.”
“Is there anything else in this contract that I signed but didn’t read that I should know about?” she asked, frustrated, wishing she’d looked just a little bit closer at the contract Travis had asked her to sign over the weekend. But she’d assumed it was just the ordinary stuff, much like the employment contracts she’d signed for Harrison previously. Travis knew damn well that when he said things like that he threw her off-balance. She wasn’t used to being called beautiful or even remotely attractive.
“Didn’t you see the part about me being able to fuck you any way I want to as many times a day as we both want it?” he asked lazily, as though he were having a business conversation.
Ally’s entire body flooded with heat. Tired of letting Travis always get the upper hand with his sexual banter, she answered him in afuck-mevoice that she wasn’t even aware she was capable of producing. “No. I only noticed the clause that says I can drop to my knees, pull out your cock, and wrap my lips around it any time I want, sucking you until you come.”
She heard a hiss come from Travis’s end of the line, and she smiled a naughty little grin.Bang! Take that Mr. Dirty Talker!
The line was absolutely silent for a moment before Travis responded in a pained voice, “I’ll make you pay for that, Alison.”
“You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” she asked innocently.
“I’ll be taking it,” Travis answered ominously. “Dinner tonight,” he demanded. “I’ll pick you up around seven.”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked in an exasperated voice.
“Yes. You can wear the red lingerie or the black. I pictured fucking you in both of them,” he answered hoarsely.
The line went dead, Travis obviously not willing to give her a chance to argue. She’d actually gotten to him, shaken him up a bit with her own slam back at him.
Maybe she should be upset that she hadn’t really talked him into taking some of the clothes back, or irritated because he’d just assumed she’d go out to dinner with him. But the only emotion she felt at the moment was a giddiness that bubbled up inside her at the thought of seeing Travis again.
She laughed and started going through the boxes for something to wear that evening.
Travis leaned back in his office chair and closed his eyes, trying not to look at the desk and picture Ally sprawled out on top of it, abandoned and desperate. He tried not to hear her husky moans of pleasure as she splintered apart as she came for him.
Fuck! He hated that damn desk. It was like torture working in his office every day, trying not to think about what had happened on top of that very desk. Sometimes he even swore he caught her scent every now and then, a ghostly aroma of what she had smelled like in her arousal.
Her words about sucking him off went through his mind over and over again, making his cock rock-hard, and his fists clench on top of the desk. “I need a new fucking desk,” he said harshly, thinking in reality what he needed was an exorcism. Ally haunted him almost every minute of every day. And it had gotten even worse since he’d spent the weekend with her, realizing how much he adored just about everything about her. Hearing about her childhood and her vulnerabilities just made him even more protective, more determined to make her life everything she deserved.
“You paid a fortune for that desk. Why would you want to get rid of it?” Kade’s voice sounded from just inside Travis’s office door.
Opening his eyes, Travis gave his twin a disgusted look. “I don’t.”
“I’ll take it if you want to replace it,” Kade said casually, closing the door and moving to drop into the chair in front of Travis’s desk.
Oh, hell no.No way was Kade going to be using the desk that Travis had used when he’d made Ally come for the first time. “No,” he answered angrily.
“Okay. Fine.” Kade held up a hand in defeat. “I thought I heard you say you wanted a new desk. I was just offering to take it off your hands. I wanted to see how Ally was doing. Have you heard from her?”
“Yeah. She’s doing okay,” Travis told his brother in a milder tone. “I just wish she was back. The office doesn’t run the same without her here.”
“You miss fighting with her,” Kade said teasingly.
“I miss everything about her,” Travis admitted. “She’s…efficient.”
“Her ex really did a number on her. Asha told me about it,” Kade replied, his voice tinged with anger.