Kiss me, Mr Steele

06

SIX

LILY

It took me some time to process exactly what I was looking at as my body still remained frozen in place.

Damon Steele.

He was standing right in front of me. This definitely had to be a dream because there was no way in hell I was looking at the same

man from last night right here. I could feel the air leave my lungs as I tried to make sense of everything.

I definitely must be seeing things. There is no way he is really here in my office. Yes, that has to be it. All of this is definitely a dream.

But then I knew that this was no hallucination. He was there, occupying the doorway of my office and staring directly at me without a care in the world.

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. There was no hello, no greeting, just complete silence. I could feel the words form in my mind, but it felt like I was fighting a losing battle with my tongue. It was like I had forgotten how to even exist in his presence.

He lifted an eyebrow slowly, his gaze flicking over me as he seemed to be sizing me up, before settling back on my face.

I took all of him in as well. This time he was all dressed up. Instead of a towel hanging low on his hips, he had on a perfectly tailored gray suit and his dark hair was neatly styled. But the one thing that stood out to me were those eyes, those warm brown eyes that were staring deep into my soul.

Even now, it felt like I was right back in the club, standing naked in front of him, basically begging him to f**k me.

“You haven’t offered me a seat,” he said coolly. “And you’ve been staring for quite some time.”

The words snapped me back into my body like a slap.

I felt the heat rush instantly to my face and shame followed close behind.

“I… I’m sorry,” I said quickly, hating how breathless I sounded at that moment. I gestured toward the chair across from my desk.

“Please. Have a seat.”

Only then did I realize something that made my stomach drop.

The room felt… smaller.

It wasn’t just physically, there was something else about it. It was like the space I usually occupied so easily, my domain, had shifted the moment he stepped inside it. That dangerous aura I had felt at the club, the one that had wrapped around me and pressed into my skin now filled the entire room. Initially I had thought it was only due to the space that he was in at that moment, but then how wrong I was.

The aura was him.

I watched as he walked toward the chair with unhurried confidence, as he looked around, as if taking in every inch of the office.

He finally sat down and I joined him as well, smoothing my skirt over. But then for some strange reason I couldn’t look at him. It wasn’t exactly strange though because I knew exactly why I couldn’t look at him. Normally, when addressing a client I was always filled with confidence and everything in between, but in this situation it felt like the roles had been reversed. It was like he was the lawyer and I was the client.

I pretended to arrange papers on my desk, stacking and restacking documents that didn’t need it, anything to avoid those eyes. Even as I tried not to, I could still feel them on me, heavy and unwavering, as though he were trying to cut straight through me.

At that moment, there were a lot of thoughts in my head.

Did he plan this? Did he know I worked here? Is this some kind of test? Or worse, humiliation?

I dismissed the thoughts from my head as I tried to gain a semblance of control over the situation, but before I could even do that, another thought came into my head.

I wonder if he even remembers me.

The thought barely had time to settle before I realized how ridiculous it was.

Of course he remembers.

I swallowed hard as the memories of me begging him to f**k me filled my head.

He sat there now, still with that perfectly neutral expression on his face. I knew I had to keep this professional. I had to.

“How may I be of service to you, Mr Steele?” I asked, forcing my voice to be as formal as I could muster. “I’ve been briefed, briefly, on your… legal troubles.”

He inclined his head once, as if pleased. Then he began to speak.

He talked about the backlash he was getting because of the nature of his establishment, the club. About regulators sniffing around for violations that didn’t exist. About moral crusaders and politicians eager to make an example out of him.

His tone never wavered as he spoke and I could see that there was no embarrassment or any sign of guilt in him over what he did.

This was a man who knew exactly who he was and what he owned.

I could picture the club even now in my head and I could understand the extent of public outrage over such profanities that went on in there.

I listened carefully, nodding when I had to, as I made mental notes of potential angles and strategies. I had managed to push myself out of that initial personal discomfort of everything and was now trying to keep an open mind. This was my job afterall.

There was a brief silence as he finished talking. Just listening to him talk, I could already tell that he wasn’t just dangerous in the way he made me feel. This was indeed a dangerous man.

I opened my mouth to reassure him that I was going to do everything within my legal powers to make sure that his assets and all of his legal troubles went away, but before I could even say anything, he stood up.

The sudden movement startled me, as he continued speaking.

“I came here seeking legal counsel and in all honestly I wondered if your company was qualified enough to handle what I want from them.” He said, with a slight pause. “And I believe I have found what I am looking for.”

I hadn’t even begun to sell myself yet and he had already accepted. I was very tempted to ask what the catch was, but a part of me knew.

His lips curved as he looked at me and I could feel a shiver run right down my spine.

“You work for me now,” he concluded.

I wasn’t sure exactly how to react to that last part. For a moment, we just stared at each other. There were so many questions running through my head now and I desperately wanted to ask them, but I knew this was not the time and most importantly, it was definitely not the place. Anyone could walk right into the office at that moment and even though it would look like I was just talking to a client,

I definitely didn’t want to run the risk of them figuring out that there had been anything between me and Damon.

His gaze dropped briefly at that moment, before lifting back to my eyes.

“How’s your foot?” he asked casually, as he turned away from me.

I felt the world tilt instantly. There it was.

The confirmation that he remembered every single thing that happened yesterday.

He was gone before I could respond, leaving me standing right there. I could still hear my heart pounding violently in my chest.

“f**k,” I finally let out.