Don't Tempt The Boss

CHAPTER FOUR

LENA.

I was spread out on satin sheets that were red as blood, hanging on to the firm body of a man who felt as familiar to me as my own name.

I was naked, my legs wrapped around strong hips, head tossed back, and moaning like a w***e as he moved inside me with an intensity that turned my brain to mush, until I could only make stupid, f****d out noises.

His hands roved all over my body, driving into my cunt like it was made just for him. When he leaned back, I found myself staring into familiar grey eyes.

“Sébastien…” I moaned, legs spreading wider as his thick c**k spread me open over and over again. “Oh f**k, please harder…”

He leaned down, lips hovering over mine, and I wanted him to kiss me so bad. More than I’d ever wanted anything before. His eyes flashed red, and his teeth sharpened into fangs. I gasped in shock, struggling to get away, but he was stronger than me.

His teeth sank into my neck hard, and I screamed, arching my back as I orgasmed with the rush of my own blood.

I jerked awake with the scream still on my lips, panting hard as my heart slammed with fear, and arousal.

I could feel the slick between my thighs, where I was sticky against my satin shorts. The whole thing had felt so intense, like I was being touched in person.

I groaned, face flaming as I buried it in my palms. “Lena you’re twenty three years old, you can’t be having wet dreams at your age. And about your asshole boss no less.”

Urghhhhh…how was I going to look him in the eye after this?

Especially after what happened at the lab yesterday.

Fuck my life.

“Mr. Vale has asked me to tell you not to come in tonight,” The girl at the counter—Celine drawled, staring me down with a knowing look.

“What?” I blinked in shock, taking a step back.

“He’s working on having you transferred to another department.” She popped her gum, staring pointedly at the scarf wrapped around my neck. “In the mean time, he asks that you do not clock in.”

“That’s bullshit.” I hissed, “I saw him just yesterday, why didn’t he say anything to my face?”

“It’s a recent development.” Celine wrinkled her nose, “I’m sure you can understand given the circumstances.”

She wanted me to know that she’d seen Sébastien and me in that position yesterday, but I refused to be affected by her.

I ignored my blushing face and raised my chin. “I want to see him. Let him tell me that to my face.”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, “You know the way.”

I fumed the entire elevator ride; by the time I was standing in front of his door, I was seething. I swung it open and stormed in, immediately stopping when I realized the space was empty.

“f**k!”

The air shifted behind me, bringing with it the smell of woodsmoke and blood, and when I whirled around, he was standing in a corner, arms folded casually like he’d been expecting me.

He was wearing a loose cotton shirt over fitted slacks, his hair still wet and dripping from a shower. Those magnetic grey eyes raked over me from head to toe, lingering on my covered neck with a burning heat.

I remembered my dream and flamed hot, feeling myself grow wet despite my anger. “You look like you’ve been expecting me.”

He shrugged with one shoulder, “I smelled you the moment you entered the building.”

The words made no sense, but I was too angry to question it as I stalked forward. “You firing me.” I hissed, “That wasn’t our agreement.”

“I’m not firing you.” he hissed back, c*****g his head, “I’m just moving you elsewhere, you’re not fit for the role of my personal assistant.”

“Liar! Is it because of what happened yesterday?” I asked, reaching up to pull off my scarf. I bared my neck to him, letting him see the blue and red evidence of what he’d done to me.

His nose flared, and he took a step back, hands flexing at his sides like he was struggling to control himself. “If you’re trying to test me, it’s not gonna work.”

“I didn’t mind it,” I muttered, stepping closer with a boldness I didn’t recognize. “I didn’t mind it all, Sébastien.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Lena…” he growled low, his voice hoarse and deadly. “I’m offering you a way out…take it, before I do something we’ll both regret.”

I stepped closer. Something was making me bold, and I wasn’t even sure what it was. “Why are you being such a coward? All I’m asking for is a chance to keep my job. You have no idea just how much I have hanging on it.”

Sébastien’s brows furrowed, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “For the last time, Lena, I am not firing you. You are my employee; what happened yesterday can’t happen again. If it gets out that I’ve been mauling my assistants, it’s going to be a PR nightmare.”

“Mauling?” I scoffed, “Please, you gave me a couple of hickeys, which I haven’t even complained about, by the way. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

“It might as well be.” He grumbled, staring down at me with a dark gleam in his eyes, “I don’t know what came over me. I don’t even like your face.”

The words stung, but I wasn’t about to let him get the last word. “Well, I don’t like your face either, but here we are. Let’s chalk up yesterday to some freak accident. I don’t like you, you don’t like me, so there’s no chance of it ever happening again. Our relationship can remain strictly professional.” I thrust my palm out for a handshake. His gaze dropped to the bandaid I still had around the cut, and his nose flared.

“This is a terrible idea.” He grumbled under his breath.

“What?” I pushed, “Afraid you won’t be able to keep it in your pants around me?”

Sébastien recoiled, looking visibly disgusted, but I saw the corner of his lips twitch in an effort to suppress his grin. “If you can manage to keep your mouth shut more often, and be here as soon as the sun goes down, then yes, I suppose we can move past yesterday’s incident, and you can keep your position.”

“You won’t regret this.”

“I already do.” He growled, finally taking my offered hand. The moment his hand touched mine, I felt that jolt of electricity race up my spine, and I remembered my stupid dream from this morning.

I turned beet red and whirled around so he wouldn’t read my thoughts from my face. I heard him exhale slowly behind me, like he was bracing himself, and was just as affected.

My phone buzzed loudly before either of us could say anything. I dug it out of my pocket and froze at the name flashing on the display.

St. Peter’s…

“Hello?” I croaked into the receiver, cold all over.

“Miss Moreau. This is about your brother, Abel. We need you down at the hospital…It’s an emergency.”