Samantha had the urge to hum while walking into her company this morning. Despite the cold air she had always emitted, she was especially happy today, though you wouldn't be able to tell as her face was always poker-straight. Sliding into the hallways with a ton of associates behind her, in her thigh-length boots, her black leather skirt ending a few inches above the boots, and a well-worn white sleeved shirt, she exuded authority. A pair of glasses perched on her nose, and her hair trailed behind her as she moved.
Turning into her private elevator, she felt her phone vibrate. Reaching into her bag, she straightened her posture, but froze when she saw Rexhard staring at her. An imperceptible shiver ran down her spine. He held her gaze so intensely that she couldn't even hit the button to move up to her floor. The persistent ring of the phone jolted her from the trance he held over her. Taking a quiet breath, she regained her composure and held the phone to her ear, now staring back at Rexhard without a hint of guilt, as though yesterday was a mere pipe dream.
"Yes?" was the only word she uttered. Simultaneously, Rexhard began to move towards her, her heart palpitating with every step he took. She tried not to let her unease show on her face.
When he stood directly in front of her, all she heard through the phone was: "He burst through her door with a kick".
And she was pretty sure all the service workers, security, and even managers were speechless. Although they didn't know him, no one dared to approach and question him.
Staring at Rexhard, who, beneath his quiet facade, was emitting pure hate, Samantha felt the tension, He hit the elevator button, making the doors close. She didn't even know what floor he set it to, but at this point, she couldn't care less.
"Samantha," he growled gently, his voice rumbling through his body as if letting off steam. His dark, furious eyes pinned her in place.
She felt heat pool between her legs, her heart quickening. His hand wrapped around her neck, his thumb rubbing a spot as though testing where to snap. His other hand went to her hips, pressing her against the wall.
"Samantha," he said again.
Hearing his voice made her head spin. She couldn't speak or form coherent thoughts. He was intoxicating, and though she tried to fight back, he pinched her already-taut nipples.
"You're already wet, Samantha. What a pretty slut," he whispered into her ear, catching a small whimper from her lips, which only darkened his expression further.
He bit her neck gently and gave her thighs a hard squeeze. "As much as I'd love to ruin you right now until you're on your knees begging me to take you, we have a meeting," he said, his knees in between her leg not moving towards the heat that was threatening to run down her panties, and it did little to make her frustration relieved.
Before pulling away, he bit her nipple again, causing her breath to hitch. The last thing he said before the elevator opened was, "Don't wear a bra to work next time. I want my babies in my hands whenever I want them."
When the elevator doors slid open, Rexhard walked out looking prim and proper, while Samantha's thoughts were still scattered.
He towered over her body and senses, the control he had over her was overwhelming. She struggled to break free from his hold, reminding herself of how much she hated him. No matter how much he made her heart race, sent shivers along her spine, pinched her nipples, or bit her neck...
Arrgh! The thought of every hand he had placed on her features elicited a moan. Samantha had always struggled with her body's oversensitivity. In learning to fine-tune her urges she had to create a poker face facade to hide her glaring weakness. If Rexhard ever realized it, she'd be done for, he would play her like a fiddle and take advantage of her utterly.
While going through her internal struggle, she instinctively followed behind Rexhard to the board office. Only when they reached the hall and greetings were exchanged did she regain a semblance of normality.
"Mrs. Delacroix, it's nice to see you," Mr. Timothy said, looking at her as she walked behind Rexhard.
Quickly calling herself to order and pushing her emotions to the back of her mind, her icy aura returned. The fragile girl who had followed Rexhard moments ago seemed like a figment of imagination.
Her boots clacking on the marble floor, she turned to Mr. Timothy. "Thank you, Mr. Timothy. I appreciate the greeting."
Turning to the board, she said, "Now, Mr. Rexhard, you may take your seat."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mrs. Holmes glance at her neck. Instinctively, she knew it was the hickey Rexhard had given her. "That fucking bastard", she thought.
She didn't lose her composure, though she was sure the old woman would soon start snooping into her business.
"Tsk, Monster". He definitely did that on purpose.
Resisting the urge to glare at him, Samantha addressed the board with a compact smile. "We have a new member of the board, as we all know. His name is Alexander Graves. His father owns one of our partner companies, and he's here for the experience. Treat him as you would a rival. I believe he has plans to usurp your shares as his father has done. Thank you."
She could feel Rexhard's gaze boring into her back as though trying to gouge a hole, that definitely wasn't part of the plan. He had intended to integrate into the board and slowly increase his standing, but she had just made that difficult for him.
Fighting the urge to giggle evilly like a child, Samantha turned to him with her usual poker face. "Let's welcome Alex to the stage."
He wore a pair of glasses and a blue silk shirt that didn't frame his build but teased just enough to make one curious about what lay beneath. He looked cute, with those glasses and lips, his finely shaped jaw...
"And again, those lips."
Her thoughts spiraled as she imagined them leaning closer. Snap out of it, Samantha! she told herself, giving her head a little shake.
She walked over to her seat, ready to watch his speech.
But suddenly, she had a perverse thought, why don't I give him a welcome gift I'm pretty sure he'd have a list of things to say to the board. I'll make this worth your while Rexhard.