𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

Chapter 6:

"The reports, sir," Kayla managed, her voice barely a tremor as she stepped forward to place the folders on the edge of the desk. She felt exposed, the thin silk of her blouse offering no protection against the sudden, icy vacuum left by the woman's departure.

Abdul finally looked up, his dark eyes tracing the line of her throat before settling on her face with an unreadable intensity. He didn't reach for the files; instead, he leaned back in his leather chair, his gaze heavy and searching.

"Close the door," he commanded, the professional mask slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of the predator from the night before. "And sit down, Kayla. We have things to discuss that have nothing to do with quarterly earnings."

"The reports... they're all there, sir, including the projected losses for the third quarter," Kayla said, her voice rising in a desperate attempt to reclaim the professional distance he was clearly trying to strip away. She kept her eyes glued to the heavy manila folders, refusing to meet that dark, heavy gaze that felt like it was peeling back her skin. "I should probably get back to the audit so I don't fall behind on my tasks."

Abdul didn't move, his silence more demanding than any verbal command. He let the silence stretch, thick and suffocating, until the only sound in the room was the soft, frantic thudding of her own heart.

"The audit can wait," he said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that made the hair on her arms stand up. He stood slowly, rounding the desk with a predator's grace until he was standing directly in her space. "Now, are you going to keep hiding behind those files, or are you going to look at me and tell me why you're wearing something so blatantly designed to provoke me?""Provoke you, sir?" Kayla breathed, finally lifting her gaze to meet his, her eyes wide and deceptly wide-eyed. She allowed a small, confused tilt of her head, even as she felt the heat of his proximity radiating against her skin.

The silk of her blouse had shifted during her nervous movement, the hem riding up to reveal the curve of her waist, and the sheer fabric had drifted low enough to leave the swell of her breast precariously exposed. She didn't move to fix it, instead letting her hands rest limply at her sides.

"I had no idea my choice of clothing could be so... distracting to you," she added, her voice dropping to a soft, challenging whisper.

Abdul's gaze dropped instantly, his eyes darkening as they fixed on the pale, exposed curve of her breast. He let out a low, guttural sound, his jaw tightening so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek.

"Is that what this is?" Abdul growled, his hand suddenly shooting out to grip her waist, his fingers digging into the silk of her skirt. He leaned in until his breath hitched against her skin, his eyes burning with a hunger that made her knees threaten to give out all over again.

"I'm just being professional, Mr. Abdul," Kayla whispered, though her breath was coming in shallow, uneven hitches. "Just a girl in her work clothes."

"Liar," he hissed, his thumb dragging upward, grazing the very edge of her exposed breast. "You're a predator, Kayla, and you've been hunting me all morning."

"I don't know what you mean," Kayla murmured, a tiny, playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she leaned just a fraction closer, letting her chest brush against his hand. "I'm just a dedicated employee trying to look her best for the office. Is there something wrong with my blouse, sir?"

She watched with a thrill of triumph as his breathing turned ragged, his eyes fixed on the way her cleavage rose and fell with every shallow breath. The heavy, unmistakable ridge straining against the fabric of his trousers was a testament to his struggle, a visible sign of just how much her 'innocence' was destroying him.

Abdul let out a sharp, choked sound, his grip on her waist tightening until it was almost bruising. "You are playing a very dangerous game, Kayla," he rasped, his eyes flashing with a lethal mix of desire and fury.

"Is it dangerous to look professional?" Kayla whispered, her voice a velvet caress as she reached up, her fingers grazing the silk of his tie before slowly, teasingly, loosening the knot. She leaned in until her lips were a mere breath away from the pulse point in his neck, her eyes fluttering shut. "Because you look like you're having a very hard time focusing on the audit, Mr. Abdul."

Abdul let out a low, predatory growl, his hand sliding from her waist down to the curve of her hip, pulling her flush against the hard, aching length of him. The friction of her sheer blouse against his suit felt like fire, and the scent of her skin was an intoxicant he could no longer fight.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" he rasped, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her earlobe as his other hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. "You think you can walk in here and demand my attention like this?"

"I think," Kayla whispered, her hands sliding down to the belt of his trousers, "that you've been waiting for me to do this all morning." She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes dark and heavy with intent, as she slowly began to undo the button of his pants.

Abdul's breath hitched, a sharp, jagged sound in the quiet office as his head fell back, his eyes closing in a moment of pure, tortured bliss. He gripped her hair tighter, not to pull away, but to hold her exactly where he wanted her, his knuckles white with the effort of not simply throwing her onto the desk.

Kayla smiled and let him go teasing him, as she was about to turn Abdul grabbed her by the hair "I think," Kayla whispered, her hands sliding down to the belt of his trousers, "that you've been waiting for me to do this all morning." She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes dark and heavy with intent, as she slowly began to undo the button of his pants.

Abdul's breath hitched, a sharp, jagged sound in the quiet office as his head fell back, his eyes closing in a moment of pure, tortured bliss. He gripped her hair tighter, not to pull away, but to hold her exactly where he wanted her, his knuckles white with the effort of not simply throwing her onto the desk.

"Then stop talking and do something about it," Kayla whispered, her voice trembling not with fear, but with a fierce, rising heat. She reached for the belt of his trousers again, her fingers brushing against the straining heat of him through the fabric.

Abdul let out a low, guttural sound that was half-snarl, half-groan, and suddenly he was lifting her, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he sat her down on the edge of the heavy mahogany desk. Papers scattered to the floor, unheeded, as he stepped between her thighs, his hands roaming hungrily over the sheer silk of her blouse.

"Enough," Abdul growled, his patience finally snapping like a dry twig. With one violent, decisive motion, he gripped the neckline of her sheer silk blouse and yanked, the delicate fabric screaming as it tore down the center.

Buttons skittered across the hardwood floor like hailstones, leaving her chest bare and trembling in the cool air of the office. He didn't give her a moment to recover, his eyes devouring her exposed skin with a hunger that felt almost predatory.

"You wanted my attention, Kayla," he rasped, his large hands coming up to cup her breasts, his thumbs bruisingly firm against her n*****s. "Now you have it."