s*x Chained

I Know What You Want

Chapter 13

They stared at each other for several moments. Chris hadn't realized that his assistant possessed pretty eyes, almond-shaped and with long lashes not artificially produced. "I'd like to show you how some time," he said finally as he broke their gaze, then lay back on the cot. "Tell me Nat, aren't you tired yet?"

"A little. Actually, yes. It has been a long day."

"Where do you plan to sleep, or are you going to sleep at all?"

"I have an air mattress in the corner. Now if you need anything, Chris, I'll be happy to get it for you." Stretching, Nat felt the adrenaline which kept her going all day suddenly drain away.

"How do you plan to go in and out? Surely, one of the cleaning staff or the security guards will get suspicious if you're here all the time."

"Oh, I have it covered. Diego and Anna finished with the cleaning hours ago, and I never worry about Tim downstairs. He's usually fast asleep. Besides, he'll never question me when I tell him I'm working all weekend on an important project."

"Diego and Anna?"

"The cleaning team that does our floor."

"Oh." Chris wondered exactly how many hours Nat put in to know the night crew on a first name basis. Too many, no doubt. He had a good inkling his assistant didn't lead much of a private life, and was certainly no social butterfly. He almost felt sorry for her but knew she didn't want nor need his pity. What she wanted was his affections, probably any man's affections. He just happened to be the nearest living, breathing male candidate.

Lifting his legs, chain and all, he stretched across the cot, then bunched the downy pillow beneath him. She certainly had made his stay here as comfortable as possible. Chris patted the space in front of him. "Why don't you join me? We can rest together until it's light."

Nat stiffened. She hadn't planned for her boss to be so open, so willing, so soon. "Maybe that's not such a good idea. Not yet anyway."

"All right, but I hope you'll get some rest. I'll make that call to Merrill, then I want you to tell me a little about yourself. We've worked together, what? Four months now and I don't know much about you at all."

His no-nonsense assistant narrowed her eyes. "I hope you mean that sincerely. I hate insincerity with a passion. That's why I don't believe you and Merrill Strang are good for one another. She's hardly sincere about anything."

"You know, Nat, I think you're right. I should call it off with her." Chris softened his tone to a murmur. "Who do you suggest I start seeing, Nat? Who do you think is right for me?" He knew she wanted to say herself but would never admit it to him at this stage. Strangely enough, he wanted her to say it, even let go with what she really wanted of him.

Standing abruptly, Nat tightened the sash of her robe. "I'll see you in a few hours. Get some rest, Chris. Turn off the light if you don't want it on." Before she turned to take her leave, she added, "Oh, just to let you know. It won't do any good to yell for help or bang on the wall or anything like that. This room is sound proof. Besides, no one is out there to hear you."

Chris eased down on the cot. The effects of whatever she had used on him still hadn't dissipated and he felt another bout of weariness. "I understand that, Nat. Good night then."

"Good night, Chris. I hope you like an egg omelet with ham and peppers for breakfast. And also a yogurt and granola parfait."

"Actually they both sound delicious. And if you made them, I'm sure I will. But where exactly are you getting the food?”

She gave him a sweet smile. “I stocked the refrigerator over my lunch hour. We have everything we need for awhile.” With that, she turned and walked away. He listened to the little clicks of her heels as she rounded the corner and went to her own makeshift bed on the other side of the room. Chris gazed at the blackened ceiling and tried to rationalize the situation.

I think I know what you want and need, Nat Blanchard, as well as what you've felt for such a long time. You need passion, a little romance, a little love in your life. Perhaps, just perhaps, I'm the man to give it to you, but you needn't have gone through all this trouble to get my attention.

Then again, would he have paid attention to her if she had been throwing out subtle hints as to her feelings for him? Probably not. Chris had been too wrapped up in his own world of career growth, dating, and getting laid to pay much attention to the other sources at his disposal. Of course, he would never put Nat Blanchard in the same category as Merrill Strang. Nat was a kitten compared to Merrill the tigress; but Chris always had an infinity for cats. While he didn't have to do a thing with the wild Merrill except f**k her, Nat had "mold me" written all over her. Maybe it was time he put aside the whip and chair with Merrill and concentrate on nourishing Nat. As they say, good things often came in small packages...