by Jenika Snow
Even a bad boy can wear a suit and tie…
Noah
All it took was one look at Harley to know I wanted her.
It wasn’t about the deliberate sexual dry spell I was going through either … the one I voluntarily participated in. No, there was something about her innocence and her vulnerability that had possessiveness running through my veins.
I wanted her as mine, and I’d have her. I’d show her that although I could be cruel to those who went up against me, when it came to her, I’d make the world bow down at her feet.
Harley
The position I had been offered was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but it also came with working for a man who had the most notorious reputation in the city.
Noah Wright was anything but Mr. Right, especially not with his arrogant, unforgiving, and tyrannical attitude. He was wealthy and gorgeous, but he struck fear into people with just a look. They knew who held the power when he was in the room. So did I.
And I was now working for him and getting an up-close-and-personal experience with his cold, hardened, and abrasive personality … and it turned me on.
But there was something else under the frigid demeanor he showed everyone, a slice of warmth he showed only me. I knew if Noah wanted me, he could easily have me, because putting up a fight was not what I planned on doing.
I wanted him, but I wouldn’t be just a conquest. I wouldn’t make this easy for him.
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1
Harley
“Name?” Noah Wright said but didn’t bother gracing me with his actual attention.
I glanced at Loretta, Mr. Wright’s secretary. The older woman gave me this sympathetic expression before she left me alone.
The sound of the office door shutting, sealing me in here, made my anxiety rise.
“You don’t know your name?” he asked again, and I glanced at my new boss. There was now a bite in his voice. He still didn’t look at me; instead, he focused on the paperwork in front of him.
I ran my hands over the pencil skirt I wore and breathed in, the blouse and suit jacket tightening from the act.
I felt constricted, suffocated, but I knew it wasn’t because of the too-expensive outfit I’d bought, but rather the man in front of me.
I’d purchased the three-piece set the moment I found out I’d gotten the intern position at Wright Industries, but now I was thinking I should have chosen something looser.
“Harley Alexander, sir.”
I watched as his hand froze midwriting. He lifted his head, and I got an up-close-and-personal look at the man I would be working under … the same man who struck the fear of God in anyone who was stupid enough to go against him.
He was handsome in every way, like he’d just stepped out of a GQ shoot but didn’t give a shit about any of it because of the full beard he sported. He looked stylish but rough around the edges, and I had a feeling only he could pull it off.
He knew he was gorgeous, but he acted like that wasn’t even important by just the way he stared at someone.
That was a turn-on.
He didn’t say anything; he just continued to stare at me. It was intimidating, but I gave myself credit for not flinching.
“Harley?” he asked.
I nodded, my throat too tight and my mouth too dry to actually say anything at the moment.
“Like the motorcycle brand?” he asked and lifted a dark eyebrow, not seeming amused at all.
I licked my lips and noticed his hand tightening into a fist on top of his table.
“I…” What in the hell was I supposed to say to that? “It’s just a name.” I swallowed again, my throat feeling like there was sand in it.
He didn’t speak.
I didn’t speak.
And I felt the heat and awkwardness in the room grow tenfold.
As the seconds ticked by and I stared at him the way he stared at me, I wanted desperately to appear like I wasn’t as nervous as I was. Noah Wright, on the other hand, looked calm, cool, and collected. His dark hair was styled impeccably, slightly on the longer side, and brushed away from his forehead, showing off the strong, angular bone structure of his face. His eyes were this harsh blue and seemed to take in every little detail. And his body … yeah, I couldn’t help but notice how big and muscular he looked sitting behind that chrome-and-glass desk.
I had no idea how I was going to work for him when I couldn’t even keep my cool after being in his presence for a mere five minutes.
Noah
She’ll be mine.
I knew from the moment I heard her say “Sir” and glanced up to see her standing there, looking vulnerable and scared as fuck, that I’d make every single inch of her mine.
I’d never seen a woman I wanted instantly, never wanted to own a woman as much as I did Harley. It was insta-lust to the fucking extreme. It was this total loss-of-reality sensation in me, this need to have her no matter what.
Fuck the no-fraternization policy.
To hell with the fact that I never let anything consume me the way she was right now.
And God help anyone that thought they could stop me from getting what I wanted.
Harley.
Even her name was sexy as fuck.
She stood there for a second, her hands in front of her, her fingers twisted together. I could have told her to relax, that she had nothing to fear from me, but the truth was seeing her a little off-kilter turned me on.
People tended to be true to themselves and all others when they were standing on that proverbial edge.
I looked down at the paperwork, knowing I had the internship file on her here somewhere. I hadn’t given a fuck about who was shadowing me or the company. It was something that had happened every year for longer than I cared to remember. I gave these fresh graduates an opportunity and never sugarcoated anything. If they wanted to work in this business, they needed to know how it really ran, and it wasn’t all glitz and money.
The corporate world was gritty and unforgiving, and the sooner they realized that, the sooner the weak ones were weeded out.
But Harley, despite the fact she was nervous and looked like she’d been tossed into the lion’s den, was obviously intelligent and the right choice for the position. My review team and I wouldn’t have chosen her from the many intern propositions we got yearly otherwise.
I found the file with her credentials, and as I skimmed through it, I remembered speaking about her with my internship organization committee.
She’d graduated from an Ivy League university with a 4.0 GPA, had many volunteer activities on her résumé, and had specifically studied up on my business. I was out of town during the initial interview, but if she hadn’t known her shit, she wouldn’t have gotten through the three qualification interviews.
She wouldn’t be standing in front of me now.
“Have a seat,” I said and gestured toward the empty chair in front of my desk. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I wanted to see her move, wanted to watch that pencil skirt sculpt her legs as she came closer.
And fuck, when she did move, that material conformed to the long lines of her legs. The skirt had a high waist, showing me the curves of her body and the flatness of her stomach. The jacket she wore fell to her hips, and the blouse was tucked into her skirt, snug around her middle, her breasts swelling under the light-colored material.
Her blonde hair was up in this chignon, with a few wisps hanging around her face, framing it.
Fuck, I was hard as rock right now.
The urge to adjust my cock was strong, but I kept my hands on the table and my gaze locked on her.
She sat, and I followed her with my gaze. I watched as the material of her skirt rose, showing me the light sheen of the stockings covering her le
gs. I shifted on my seat, my cock jerking harder, the fucking bastard demanding to be free.
Hell, the damn thing wanted to be in her.
You vulgar fucker.
But the attraction, the possessiveness was so damn instant I couldn’t control myself.
“Although your nerves are to be expected, there’s no need for them.” I watched as her throat worked when she swallowed, that slender, creamy arch moving up and down, as if she were physically trying to be stronger.
“You’re intimidating,” she said, and I watched as her eyes widened. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
I couldn’t help it; I smiled. Her candor was a breath of fresh air, even if it was accidental.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wright,” she said, her voice high-pitched, her nerves still right there at the edge.
“You don’t need to apologize, Miss Alexander.” She lifted her head and stared at me. The blue of her eyes was bright, and the longer I held her gaze, the more I knew she’d be mine.
And I’d have her in my bed, taking my cock, and telling me she was mine, before this was said and done.
2
Noah
She’d only been working at the office for a couple of weeks, and I couldn’t think of anyone else.
“Do you need me for anything else, Mr. Wright?” Harley held a folder in front of her, the posture prim, proper. I wanted to see her unhinged, loosened up, but only for me, because of me.
“Yeah, there’s plenty else. How about you take off that sexy-as-fuck skirt, turn around, and grab your ankles? I want you to show me you’re mine, show me what I’ll be claiming. I want you to show me that tight little cunt that will only take my cock from now on.”
Of course, I didn’t say any of that, even if I really wanted to. But I wanted to keep her in the office, keep her doing something so she was near me. I wanted to look at her, to watch her. I didn’t even care if that sounded—or was—creepy as fuck.
“I need the Anderson reports organized by date.” I handed her the stack of paperwork. Hell, I usually did this all electronically, but I was grasping for shit for her to do in my office right now.
She took the reports and went over to the desk and table on the other side of the room. She bent over slightly to set the reports down, and I zeroed in on her ass.
Fuck, her ass was made for anything and everything I’d ever fantasized about. Round, big, and so juicy, I just wanted to go up to her and bring my palm down, smack the hell out of those fleshy globes, and see how she reacted.
I could imagine all the things I’d do to her, all the filthy—so fucking filthy—things I’d make her do for me. But she’d want to please me, because it would get her off as well.
Yeah, I was too far gone for this woman, and until I had her and made her mine, there was no ignoring the fact.
There was no stopping me having her.
Harley
I could feel his eyes on me when I bent over, and although I should have been proper about it—and a little offended—the fact that this very potent man was checking me out aroused me on like no other ever had.
I straightened slightly and glanced over my shoulder. Seeing his focus still on my ass sent a rush through me. He could be so arrogant, and I’d overheard him on the phone, his tone cold, unforgiving.
All of that had turned me on.
I turned fully around, and he slowly moved his gaze up my body.
Deliberately.
Purposefully.
Not ashamed at being caught.
“I could take this to the staff lounge and do it, give you some privacy?”
“No. You’ll do it in here.” He was firm, adamant, and this chill raced up my spine.
I nodded and sat, getting ready to work, trying to focus, although I felt him watching me. Noah Wright made no secret about going to any lengths to get the things he desired. He was a savage when it came to acquiring them, in fact. And right now, as I felt him looking at me as strongly as if he were reaching out and touching me, I knew there would be no getting around the fact he wanted me to give in.
But no amount of arousal or desire for one man would erase the reality that this was a job. I had to keep it, and fucking the boss—although it sounded pretty incredible—was so not what I was about to do.
I needed to keep this professional, even if he was gorgeous and I wanted him. This was work, my job and livelihood.
I glanced up and saw him behind his desk once more, but he watched me, his focus on me as if I was this innocent little prey he wanted to devour.
I want to be consumed by him. I want him to be so hungry he can’t control himself with me.
I was so wrong to want these things with my boss, especially when I hadn’t even been working here very long.
I tried focusing on the files in front of me. It was bitch work, for sure, but then again I was a lowly unpaid intern. Making a good impression and doing whatever needed to be done would show the company I was serious and would be a great asset. But damn, I still felt him watching me, and I wanted to say screw it all and just give in.
I couldn’t be weak. I couldn’t let what my body wanted overrule what my head said.
But my head says I want him desperately.
3
Noah
Two months later
The fact I’d controlled myself for two fucking months was a testament to my self-control. I wanted Harley like a beast; this animal was controlling me, wanting me to say fuck being the CEO, to hell with being her employer, and go caveman on her ass.
But I needed to get my head in gear, needed to try and fucking focus on my job. Hell, if I lost it over one female, one I knew I shouldn’t even be trying to go after, my entire resolve would crumble.
“I need Miss Alexander in here now,” I barked into the intercom. I looked down at the file that had been labeled improperly, the one Harley had put together for my meeting this morning.
The one that wasn’t correct. I’d looked like a jackass who didn’t know what the hell was going on with his company.
A few moments later there was a knock on my office door.
“Come in.” I didn’t say it gently.
Harley walked in, the sinful formfitting skirt she wore molded to her body. God, she was so sexy, and just staring at her had the whole reason I’d called her in here deserting me.
“Shut the door,” I said, knowing my voice probably sounded deep with anger, but in fact it was thick with arousal.
Fuck, all she had to do was step in my office and I was ready to take her. And she hadn’t even been on the job for that long.
It had been months of me seeing Harley as mine, even though she was probably oblivious to the filthy things I wanted to do to her, the claim I wanted to stake on her.
I stared at her for long seconds, not saying anything, just taking in that she looked nervous. I don’t know why that turned me on, but seeing her biting her lower lip, her eyes wide, coupled with the worry on her face had two things moving through me simultaneously.
I wanted to comfort her, ease her with the knowledge that she was safe with me, that I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.
But I also wanted to grab her, bend her over my desk, push her skirt up, and plunge my cock into her, taking the submission I knew she’d give me.
But instead of saying anything, I walked over to my desk, grabbed the file, and lifted it up. Honestly, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about this file or the fact it was not correct. When I found out she’d been the one to compile it, all that went through my head was getting her alone, showing her a little erotic discipline, and making her tell me that no one else would have her but me.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked, my voice hard, unyielding. I liked exerting my power over her—not to be a motherfucker, but because it aroused me to see her a little on edge. I knew I could be arrogant, knew I could be overbearing, especially when it was something I wanted, and I was probably being that tenfold when it came to Harley.
; And I was willing to do anything, go to any lengths, to make her mine.
I’d waited two months to make my move, and I was done waiting.
I was ready claim her at any and all costs.
She looked at the file. I opened it up so she would see the graphs of the projected outcomes for the next fiscal year. I flipped the page so she could see the proposal for the next quarter estimations. I did this three more times so she could see each page. There was no doubt that she knew what this was now.
“Was there something wrong with the file, Sir?”
Shit, every damn time she said that title so innocently, I felt my cock jerk awake.
“Yes, Miss Alexander, there was. The entire thing was wrong.” I set the file down on the table a little harder than necessary, and I saw her jump slightly. My heart started to beat faster at that. I wanted to go to her, to smooth my hands down her arms, take her much smaller hands in mine, and pull her close enough that she lost her balance and slammed her chest against me. I wanted to feel every little inch of her body, every curve, hollow, and dip.
I wanted to feel what would be mine come hell or high water.
“I-I ran everything twice, checked numbers, names, Sir.”
My heart beat a little faster still.
She knitted her brows. “I don’t understand how it could have been wrong.”
“Well, it was, Miss Alexander.” I watched as she stared at the file on my desk. She finally lifted her gaze to mine, and I saw the worry on her face. “One wrong piece of information throws everything off.” I moved closer to her. I could already smell the perfume she wore. Or maybe that sweet scent was all her? “I looked like a fool because the team I have under me doesn’t know how to double-check their work.” I looked at the pulse that beat wildly right below her ear.