Page 6 of My Sinful Boss
A dark, territorial, animalistic jealousy surges through me.
I’ve known this woman for less than a minute, and I’m already picturing a theoretical man who may or may not exist and how I will destroy him.
“Oh, right.” She giggles nervously, glancing at someone off-screen. “I was just jumping around the apartment. I was happy to get your e-mail…you know? Saying I got the job.”
Jumping around the apartment becauseI gaveher the job.
“But you’re not alone.” More words I can’t control.
She blinks twice. “I–I’m sorry?”
I shouldn’t be asking this. She’s not even technically my employee yet. She’s just a nineteen-year-old stranger whose contract I rigged with predatory clauses.
But I ask anyway because the part of my brain holding me back has stopped working.
“Is there a man there with you, Hazel? A boyfriend?”
She almost smiles, causing her perfect, unpainted lips to part. I watch as a blush crawls up her cheeks and she shakes her head.
“No,” she replies softly. “No man. No boyfriend.”
“She’s the most single girl in the entire world!” A girl’s voice rings out from somewhere behind her.
Hazel’s eyes squeeze shut. “Sorry, that’s my friend Cassi. Please ignore her.”
The most single girl in the entire world.
That’s what I like to hear.
“Hazel, I need you in the officetoday.”
“Today?” She looks down at herself, panicked. “I–I don’t think I have the right clothes—”
“Just wear something decent. A skirt and blouse. I’ll provide you a voucher for more later.”
She nods slowly—an innocent, obedient nod that goes straight to my cock. My mouth starts to water as I stare at her.
“Okay, sir. I’ll come right now.”
I know I should hang up, but I can’t. I just sit there for a moment too long, staring at her gorgeous face, feeling my balls ache with uncontrollable desire.
Such gorgeous eyes. And what a mouth. If she had any idea what I was planning for those lips…
“And Hazel?”
“Yes?”
“Drive safe.”
I hang up, set my phone down on my desk, and lean back in my chair with my blood roaring and my heart pounding against my ribs.
She’s mine.
The realization hits me like a bomb going off. It’s not just a thought; it’s a fact. A promise. No matter what happens,she will be mine.
I look down at her photo, feeling my heart rate increase. Then down at my hands, which built this whole fund from nothing.
And which also just built a trap for the most innocent girl in the world.
