Chapter 2: Crime and Punishment _ Daniel's POV
SPOILER ALERT: if you haven’t read Layers, beware!
I undo the last button of my dress shirt while listening to Anne, my PA, read me the agenda for the week. The color her cheeks take as I discard my shirt onto a chair doesn’t go unnoticed. I inwardly shake my head. I pull out the hem of my white tee from my jeans, loosening it as I ask her to read the last part again. Focus this time…
“So, the last meeting will be at the office, shall I start calling people?”
“Yeah, sure, because I can be in two places at once…”
Bambi’s eyes downcast and she flushes … again.
“I need water,” I say in a low voice, meaning: I need a break. I’m trying to take it easy on her, but damn she makes it a challenge.
“I’ll get you some water, Mr. Stark.” She jumps to her feet, dropping her notepad on the way.
I take a deep breath, and raise my hand. “I’m getting it.”
She nods, and gracelessly falls on all fours to the floor, launching at the misplaced item.
“For fuck’s sake…” I mutter under my breath, sending my eyes to the ceiling. I have to leave the room. I rub my hand over my day old stubble, thinking how will I able to pull off everything I have planned for the week, on top of a short trip to DC. It feels like some distraction is due, and the sooner, the better. Maybe racing. I’ll try to hit the track later. I should call Johns, give him a heads up.
Who in the name of fuck is in the kitchen? Do I have employees with a death wish? Woah, what have we got here…?
In front of me, mere inches from the counter, as if begging to be bent over, stands the most superb, pear-shaped ass on the planet. Teasing me from under tight jeans, and above long legs.
Come again? So this sublime piece of ass actually wants to be fucked? Shit! It’s Christmas morning!
“Is that a request?” I ask willing to subdue my amusement.
And she turns around.
Something stirs in me during the suspended moment that a pair of beautiful, startled, brown eyes lock on mine. This something stirs deep inside, pressing on so many buttons I can hardly follow.
Her cheeks slowly heat up, the flush descending to her cleavage and it’s a rare mixture of damn adorable and sexy. I’m fucking enthralled.
My eyes intensely roam over this divine work of art with a wicked glee. I’m literally, blatantly stripping off every piece of clothing she has on. Enjoying the view, and much more her growing tension at my doing so. Her unease is so visible, I need to swallow my smile.
“Umm… just made some coffee,” she mumbles and sends a thin, coy smile my way.
“So I assume it wasn’t a request, then?” My teasing eyes don’t leave her, but bore deeper. I have my lazy, I’m-going-to-do-you smile on, and relish much the effect it has on this beauty before me.
“Too bad,” I murmur, though clear enough for her to not miss a single word. Too bad sweetheart, cause I’d more than love to be of service.
The lingering surprise she had going on seems to vanish at once and turn into something even hotter. A small wrinkle forms just above her freckled nose as those brown eyes slightly narrow at me.
“Is that your thing?” she snaps, though with a flirty bite.
I cock an eyebrow, waiting to hear what else will come out of this pouty mouth.
“Sneaking behind people and trying to engage them in salacious activities?”
Oh god, it’s getting better. I let out a light chuckle. “No.” I scratch my amused lips with my thumb, looking at her with my head slightly tilted. “And just for the record, I believe it was you who started with the indecent proposals.”
I can clearly see her efforts for a comeback as they sway over her face. When her cheeks warm up again it triggers me to make her squirm some more. Yeah, I’m being a dick but the sight in front of me is way too fucking delectable to stop.
“You know you're not supposed to be in the CEO’s private kitchen, right?” I mutter, not bothering to hide my amusement any more.
“Neither are you,” she retorts.
For a semi-second I’m taken aback by her reply. She doesn’t have a clue who I am, awesome...
I watch her full lips move, entranced, well aware she is talking to me, but I’m too damn focused on this ripe mouth. I snap out of my short absorption and finally listen, as I hear her say my name.
“Your CEO Mr. Stark sounds real condescending. Why would he need a private kitchen, anyway? Can't he interact with the proletariat?” She tilts her head, challenging me with her eyes.
The fuck, babe?
“I guess he could spare a cup of coffee, couldn’t he?”
We’ve got an imprudent one here. The combination of the fixation on those lips and what they just uttered sends my cock to attention. A vision of shutting her mouth with said organ orchestrates in my head. I need to shove my hand to my pocket to adjust the new development this sassy mouth caused.
The lazy curve on my lips slowly returns.
A sparkle colors her eyes and she continues, seems pleased with herself. “I don’t think Mr. I-own-the-world would mind if I had a cup of coffee.”
I shrug, enjoying this way too much. Were it anyone else I’d have their head by now. A mission quickly takes form in my head. I need to put this little rude, hot piece of supreme ass in her place, and fuck her senseless. To make that happen … I need details.
“We could always ask him, Miss…?”
“It’s Hayley Grace,” she says, her edginess is showing signs of coming back as I captivate her stare with mine. “Hayley,” she says in a small voice next.
I don’t break the profound connection, my stare boring into her. “Daniel,” I extend my hand for a shake. “Charmed,” I add, my side smile intact. Fuck. What just happened when we touched? It’s as if every urge I have to bend her over the oh-so-inviting counter just transferred between us in the form of a current. I wasn’t the only one who felt it. She nearly flinches at the contact. All too soon she retrieves her hand, and I lose her for some beats. She makes a great deal of not looking directly at me. Her gaze trails down her body and mine follows suit.
Her eyes stay glued to her shoes for much too long.
“Cool shoes,” I say.
She comes back to me. “Thank you, Daniel. I think so, too.”
How crazy is it that I like the sound of my name rolling on her tongue? Even more crazy that I want many other things to do with her tongue. Damn, she just completely bashed me and instead of making her squirm, she just gets even hotter.
Her face takes an agitated expression as she examines her blouse where it’s tainted with small dots.
“Well Miss Grace, perhaps this stacked up CEO of ours has something especially for this sort of misfortune around here.” Or you might just take the entire damn thing off and let me have a better look at what your shirt’s been molding so efficiently.
I take a step forward and deliberately brush against her as I fetch a pack of those wet things Anne always stocks here. She smells so damn good. There’s a faint scent of something I’d like to taste, and cinnamon.
I pause long enough, urging her eyes to meet mine. “These should do the job.”
“Thank you,” she replies, stare sinking into mine.
Yeah, that’s it.
She rubs the brown dotted stains off her shirt, and I watch fascinated as her perky tits give a mesmerizing display of movement.
She sends a look to the glass wall. I follow with mine. As though remembering something, she grimaces, shakes herself from her short lapse, and gives me a flint glance. Next she starts for the door. Stall her, man.
“Miss Grace, don’t forget your coffee,” I say with a conceited side smirk.
In a matter of a few seconds she takes a sip of the coffee, and sways toward the door. “Bye, Daniel,” she throws my way, flashing me a radiant, flirty smile over her shoulder.
“Goodbye, Miss Grace. It was an absolute pleasure.” I wink at her. Till we meet again, and we will Miss Grace, you can count on it…
Oh, how I’d like to put her in her place, make her squirm, and fuck her brains out, with priority to the latter. I’m not into kinky shit, but I sure as hell would love to spank her little, perfect ass, red.
I watch her as she walks, waiting, waiting for her to turn and confirm what I already know. And here we go, bingo.
I acknowledge with a slight pull of my lips that resembles an invitation, really saying: You. On your back, under me. Soon. Very soon…