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The time for forgiveness and peace was over. As soon as she got her hands on the little bastards tormenting her, they were going to wish they’d never been born.
“Come on!”
Her snarl of frustration went completely ignored by the neat tower of printer papers. Some genius had not only stacked them on the highest shelf possible, but had taken the time to open the top pack, ensuring a disastrous waterfall of papers if anyone under five-five even attempted to reach for it. It was deliberate. She was sure of it.
“Assholes!” She dropped back on her four inch heels and squinted up at the inanimate object silently mocking her. “I will get you and when I do, I will stick the lot of you into the shredder.”
“Does that work?” The interrupting question tore a squeak of fright out of Avery. Her ankle wrenched with her unexpected jolt and she slid sideways into the printer. The machine took her weight without so much as a shudder. “Threatening them, I mean.”
Lucian Bancroft pushed into the room with a single long stride and effortlessly claimed dominance over the cramped space. His radiating power and strength crackled like residual currents of electricity after a thunderstorm. It lifted all the bits of hair along her arms and made her skin tingle in all the places that it had no right to tingle in this man’s presence.
“Mr. Bancroft.” Avery straightened quickly. She took a cautious step back and came up against the table wedged under the window. “I didn’t see you there.”
Gorgeous in a way no man had the right to be, Lucian was seven feet of unadulterated sin draped in expensive suits, thousand dollar watches, and a face made to lure women out of their clothes and straight into his bed. That face with its rugged lines, full, generous mouth, and penetrating gray eyes, came with a voice designed to trigger unimaginable orgasms with just a whisper. He was every woman’s fantasy wrapped up in a single, delicious package, and he was in her space.
Long and narrow with too much crap crammed inside, the supply and copy room were practically closets. But the worst part was there was only one escape route and he was blocking it.
Without even straining to reach, he tugged the bundle down and turned to her. Those unfathomable eyes bore into hers with a deep sort of contemplation and a hint of suspicion.
“You’re not going to put them in the shredder, are you?”
Flushing, Avery shook her head.
Seemingly satisfied, he held the papers out to her. Her fingers trembled as she accepted them.
“Thank you.”
But he didn’t move. He stayed perfectly in place, suffocating her in his panty melting scent of spices, musk, and man. She fell headlong into his pools of cool cerulean. The gravity behind his eyes pulled her under and enveloped her in a heady rush of hot, liquid lust. It was the same euphoria that always overcame her when he was too close. The man had a way of turning her on with a ferocity that always left her clit throbbing. Just standing there in his presence and her panties were already soaked through. Her breasts were heavy and tight with the need for his attention. She could almost feel his hot breath whispering over her nipples, his teeth nipping and raking over them. Her thighs constricted around the imaginary weight of him settled between them, parting them to accommodate his hips. Her core clenched.
Avery gasped. She sucked back the moan burning in her throat and freed herself of the satin web he was weaving around her.
“I need to make copies…” Even to her own ears, the remark was weak and trembled with the force of her arousal. “Excuse me.”
He didn’t move. He remained firmly between her and the copier. In the narrow strip of space, he was practically an impenetrable wall of heat and vigor that commanded authority.
“I came looking for you.”
Those five innocent little words had her chin jerking up. Her gray eyes locked with his against her better judgment.
“Me?”
While he was the boss, she didn’t work for him directly. They didn’t even work in the same department … or floor. His office was on the tenth floor, six whole levels above hers. She couldn’t imagine what he was even doing in the file room. Normally, he had an assistant to run down and grab whatever document he needed. The fact that he even knew who she was, never mind set out personally to find her, made her blood run cold.
“Am I getting fired?”
The corner of his mouth twisted upward in dark amusement. “No.”
Of course not. He probably had someone to do that for him.
She pulled the bundle of printer papers to her chest. “Then I don’t understand. Were you looking for a file?”
“No.”
He was not making this easy on her.
Irritation prickled along her spine, stiffening her shoulders and twisting a knot between her eyes. “Is there something I can do for you, sir?”
His grin was more pronounced when both sides of his mouth turned up. His eyes shimmered with it.
“There is.” He took a fluid step back towards the door. “Come.”
The last part was said in a deep drawl that made it impossible not to obey, just not in the way he was asking. Avery’s feet were moving even before she had time to register what she was doing. She followed him along the cramped corridor in the direction of The Pit. Cubicles and filing cabinets ran crazy throughout the place. People bolted from one to the other in near blurs, more so now that the boss was present. Someone had decided to add a bit of Christmas cheer by stringing tinsel over the cubicles and pinning cutouts of Santa to the walls. It was as far from cheerful as possible, but it did semi brighten up the dull, gray walls, and worn carpets.
Abandoning her trail after him, Avery sprinted over to Amanda Whitmore’s desk. She set the papers clutched to her chest down on the other woman’s desk and bent forward, lowering her voice.
“The printer’s empty. Can you refill it and make eight copies of the Bandini contract for me? I’ll be right back.”
Amanda’s startled gaze jumped from her to where Lucian stood waiting. Her green eyes widened, but she nodded.
Amanda was the only other person, besides Avery, who actually knew how to fix the printer when it went on a fritz, and she was the only person Avery trusted to actually make the copies she needed.
Thanking her, Avery hurried to where Lucian waited.
Wordlessly, they continued to the elevators.
Getting into a small, metal box with him … alone, wasn’t something she felt comfortable doing, not when she had absolutely no willpower and her need for him had become a perpetual pang between her thighs. But she stepped inside when the door opened and waited for him to join her.
Neither said a word the entire way up. When they reached their destination, he motioned her out first. The pretty redhead at the reception’s desk glanced up. She smiled at them as they passed.
“Hold my calls, please, Karen.”
Karen nodded. “Yes sir.”
Lucian glanced at Avery. “This way.”
His office was tucked at the very end of a sprawling hallway lined with modern art. The doors were sheets of onyx with gold handles. He pushed them open and waved her forward.
Comfortably lit, the chamber was extensive and overlooked the city skyline through two walls of glass. The natural light spilled over a massive desk and strained across dark hardwood to stop inches from a plush carpet making up a sitting area off to one side. Lucian took her to the desk. He waved her to one of the leather chairs across from his.
Avery sat and kept her fingers clasped neatly in her lap while she waited for him to circle the enormous piece of wood and claim his seat.
“I won’t keep you long,” he said as his weight settled in the soft leather.
Avery shook her head. “It’s all right. What can I do for you, sir?”
“How long have you been working for me, Ms. Cadwell?”
She had to think about that a second. “Two years, roughly. It will be three in August.”
The chair squeaked as he leaned forward to set his clasped hands on the desk between them. “You’ve been here for nearly three years and this is the first time we’ve officially met. Why is that?”
“Because I work in the file room?” she guessed. “And we have met. A few times, actually.”
The fact that he had no recollection of that stung. While she didn’t consider herself ridiculously gorgeous, she wasn’t unimaginably grotesque either. Her features were simple, elegant with an oval face and a delicate bone structure. She normally wore her light, golden brown hair back from her gray eyes, but she wasn’t plain. At least, she never thought she was.
“I meant met one on one,” he explained. “Not in a group.”
While that didn’t soothe the hurt, it did make her feel slightly better.
“I suppose because we never had a reason to.”
He seemed to consider that a moment while watching her through the dark locks tumbling over his brow. With the afternoon light shining behind him, his features were cast in near strips of shadow. His eyes appeared black. Avery fought not to fidget under their intensity.
“I would like to rectify that,” he said at last. “Meet me tonight for dinner.”
There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t want to start looking for hidden cameras, but she stayed in her seat, eyes fixed on the man watching her back, waiting for a response.
“I don’t understand.”
“Dinner, Ms. Cadwell,” he repeated, slower. “You do eat, don’t you?” At Avery’s jerky nod, he shrugged. “Great. Then eat with me tonight.”
“Is this a business dinner?”
His head cocked to the left, narrowing his eyes. “No, I wish to discuss a matter with you.”
That was all he would tell her before ushering her out of his office. Dazed, and slightly numb, Avery returned to work with her head full of questions and her belly full of butterflies.