This is what He want

Noah 1.4

She looked at me, and I remembered the taste of her mouth on mine.

“I have your discretion?” I repeated again.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“In all things?”

She hesitated, the confusion clouding her eyes. She wasn’t sure if I was talking about the case, or about what we’d done, but she must have been hungry to get into Colin Worthington’s good graces, because she nodded. “Of course.”

“Good.” I reached out and took her hand, inspecting her wrist. The X I’d marked her with was still there. It was just the start. There were dirtier words I could write on her, dirtier things I could do to her than what we’d done in the alley. Submissive. Bad. Slut.

As if she could read my dirty thoughts, she tried to pull her hand back from mine, but I gripped her tighter, not allowing her out of my grasp. “You left the X.”

“I didn’t have a chance to wash it off,” she said defiantly. It was an excuse. She wanted it on her, and we both knew it. I traced a slow circle over her pulse point, and I could feel how fast it was, how turned on she was, how nervous and intimidated.

“That means you’re still mine.”

“Oh.” She tried to take her wrist back, and this time, I let her “I…”

But I was over the niceties and the pretending. Her body was too ripe, too perfect, too innocent.

“Stand up, please.”

She stood up without asking questions, almost like she was on autopilot. It boded well for our future, the fact that she could take direction so well, that she was so willing to do what I wanted. My eyes raked up her body, desperate to bruise her.

“Bend over.”

“Excuse me?”

I stood up and began to roll up my sleeves. “Bend over the desk, please,” I repeated.

“Mr. Cutler,” she said, and her hands twisted in front of her. She was flustered, and I loved it. “I don’t… that wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Now you’re worried about being appropriate, Ms. Holloway?” I asked her incredulously. I stepped toward her, so close that my lips were almost against hers. “After what we did earlier?”

“That was.. that was different.”

She took a step back from me, but I pushed forward. “How?” I asked.

“That was before I was working for you.”

“You’re not working for me yet,” I said simply. “I still have to call Worthington to let him know I’m comfortable with you.” It was borderline blackmail, extortion -- definitely s****l harassment. But my need for her was clouding my brain.

My eyes widened in shock at her brazenness. Her breathing quickened, and she took in a deep breath, as if she was steadying herself.

“I won’t be working for you, Mr. Cutler,” she said finally, squaring her shoulders. “Thank you for your consideration. Good luck with your case.”

She turned and walked out of the room.

I was stunned at her resolve.

But all it did was make me want her more. It would make it that much more sweet.

I thought about chasing her and dragging her back into my office by her hair, but I thought that might be going too far.

I picked up the phone and sent the car away, the one I knew was waiting to take her home. Hopefully it would take that useless Josh person with it.

Then I called Colin Worthington.

“Noah,” he said when he answered.

“I want her on the case.”

“Who?”

“Charlotte.” Her name alone made my d**k hard.

“Charlotte Holloway?”

“Yes. I’ll need her phone number, her email. I want her available to me 24/7.”

“And Josh?”

My jaw clenched at the thought of that asshole being around Charlotte, working with her, watching her, letting his eyes linger on that delicious round ass of hers. “No.”

“But he’s –”

“Charlotte’s phone number, please,” I barked.

Worthington rattled off the number.

“Please let her know immediately she will need to clear her schedule for my case.”

I ended the call with Worthington, then took my suit jacket off the back of my chair and slid it on. I waited for a few minutes, letting him call her and break the news that she would be in charge of me, then dialed her number. She couldn’t have gotten far, and I strode out of my office and into the elevator.

“Hello?” Her voice was sweet, that same lilt of hesitation woven through it.

“Charlotte.”

“How did you get this number?” she demanded, and it pleased me that she recognized my voice.

“I’ve heard you’ve been tasked with the job of making sure I don’t get into trouble,” I said smoothly, as if I’d had nothing to do with it. The elevator doors opened and I stepped into the lobby. I could see her outside, standing on the sidewalk. She was staring down at the ground, her dark hair falling softly over her face.

“Yes,” she said, sounding prim and proper. “You need to make sure you stay out of this, that you let Professor Worthington take care of things.”

I walked through the doors and onto the sidewalk. “Oh, good,” I said, hanging up the phone. “You’re still here.”

“Did you send the car away?” she demanded.

“Yes. That other kid was worthless.”

“Well, thanks,” she said, annoyed. “Now I have no way home.”

“You’re not going home,” I said simply.

“Then where am I going?”

“With me.”

“Where?”

“To my apartment.”

“No.” She shook her head vehemently. “I’m not having s*x with you.”

God, she was a spitfire. Her protests were amusing to me, considering the fact that she’d let me take her p***y in an alley a few hours ago, before she even knew my name. But I decided to play along. For now.

“No one said anything about having s*x, Charlotte. But you heard Worthington, I need to be watched. Otherwise I’m going to get myself into trouble.” I watched as she squirmed on the sidewalk, her lips crinkling. God, she was sexy as f**k. “I’m going to need 24/7 supervision.” And so are you, I thought.

“That’s impossible,” she said, shoving her chin into the air. “I can’t be around you twenty-four seven.”

“Why not?” I needed to touch her. I moved closer, reached out and traced a line down her chin, over her lips, down her collarbone. Her skin was soft and creamy, and I wondered what she would do if I grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her.

Her face flamed, and she shifted on her high heels.

I leaned forward. “Are you thinking about what we did earlier, Charlotte?” I asked her. “Because I am.”

She shook her head. “No,” she said a little too quickly. “I’m not thinking about what we did earlier.”

“You’re not?” I pressed. “You’re not thinking about what it felt like to kiss me, how your body felt against mine, how my hands felt on you?” I moved even closer. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, resisting the urge to suck on it.

“Come back to my apartment,” I said. “We can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” she repeated.

“Promise,” I said. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

She knew it was a lie. We both knew it was a lie.

She was starting to understand that I was the one who made the rules.

But she knew was going to come with me anyway.