Page 15 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

I felt the familiar cold wash through me.

Could she be another Sandy, framed with lush dark locks and wild green eyes?One that was lining me up to take everything I’d worked for?

Capable of poisoning my next glass of Macallan and dabbing at her eyes next to my grave?

I push away the paranoia, chastising myself for the insane rabbit hole I’m falling down.

And yet it hovers like a disease waiting to pull me under.

Much like my desire to fuck this woman who tosses her hair over her shoulder, laughs at the terrible jokes Robyn and the others throw out.She’s in control of the evening.

And she knows it.

Two drinks later, my willpower is fading.

We had to leave before I punched Robyn in the face, told him to fuck his money and dragged Lexi out of here like I was born in a cave.

It’s still not off the cards.

The sun has long since sunk in the horizon, and the safe lines of employee and employer have blurred.

I stand, reach out my hand and pull her to her feet.Which is not what a boss does, but whatever, it sends an alpha message to these men that she belongs to me.

They know.

Men know these things.

“If you get sick of this guy and want a job, give me a call.”Robyn slides Lexi his business card when she says goodbye.

“That job is sucking his cock, by the way,” I tell her when we reach the car.

“Don’t be revolting.”Lexi slides into the back seat and shakes her head.“But also, I am well aware of that.”

Of course she is.

My driver pulls away from the curb, and I shuffle in the seat getting comfortable, manspreading so my cock doesn’t ache so damn much.

“That was fun,” Lexi purrs.

My nostrils flare.

Does she purr in bed?Would she stretch out like a cat as I eat her pussy?

God, I’m sick.

Fucking horny.

And I really need to put space between us.

Lexi slides her hand over her tanned thigh, and my eyes follow as I clear my throat.“It’s good experience for you.Networking.Plus, I thought you’d enjoy the view.”

Lexi fans her face and lifts her long dark hair up off her neck.

Jesus Christ.

“Is it hot in here?Can we turn up the air?”

The glisten on her top lip almost does me over.It is unseasonably warm tonight, but I think there’s more to it.