Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  “no, I don’t want you to miss work. Knowing me, I would end up buying flowers and seeing her on my lunch break.” He breathed before composing himself.

  “Are you sure dad? I don’t mind, and to be truthful, I don’t want to go on my own.” I whispered, looking down between us as I turn my sort out my own bag for work.

  “I’m sure. And I think it's best if you went on your own, release some emotion that you can’t confront with others.” He was right, but if I went on my own, I would break. I would break like I did when we lost her.

  “Okay, I will go after work, probably the best time for me since I will be bombarded with paper work.” I glance at the clock on the wall, seeing it almost become half seven. I sling my bag over my shoulder, giving him a quick hug before getting my coat.

  “Don’t you need a ride?”

  “No, I have got it covered. Someone is picking me up and driving me.” I smiled, seeing him frown then raising a brow? Questioning me without saying a thing.

  “Dad, it’s nothing okay? He’s my boss’s driver and it saves us time and money driving me to work.” I scowled back at him, before waving him goodbye, I opened the front door, feeling the morning sun against my skin, out front was a dark Mercedes, tinted windows and clean wheels. A man stood at the hood of the car, opening the passenger door for me. Suddenly I felt very out of place, I walk down the steps and greet him. His skin was a light coco colour, making the suit he was wearing stand out. Calm, safe eyes stared back at me, a deep brown.

  “Miss cooper.”

  “Samuel is it?” I asked before stopping of him, I place my hand in front of him, offering him greetings.

  “Yes, Mr Clinton's driver. Would You like coffee? There is some in the compartment for you.” He shakes my hand, a strange firm grip before offering me towards the car. I nod before going into the car. Samuel closes the door for me before taking the driver side, a thick panel wall blocked me of the view up front, but a sudden click and they open, showing me Samuel and the road ahead of us. He nods towards the tray ahead of me, I buckle up, before pulling the cup out and taking a sip. Black coffee would do for now.

  The car journey was short but quiet. I played with my bag, suddenly feeling nervous to be at work again. And to see henry again. I wonder if he would be just as grumpy when we first met? But even then, I wouldn’t mind seeing the other side of him, he was more confident and a lot less…dominant.

  “Mr Clinton will want to see you now.” I snap my gaze from my seat, seeing the passenger door already open for me. I leave the door, feeling Samuel follow me through the doors and elevator, I press the button before it ascended us to the top and all too quickly, I am face to face with Henry. He looked tired, his face unshaved and his hair unruly. He looked fuckable.

  “Miss cooper, glad you could join us. Was your trip okay?” his voice was deep and vibrated through his chest. Almost as if he had just woken up

  “Yes sir, my trip was fine.” Heat escapes through my neck and cheeks, his open collared shirt was too sexy too look away from, I could almost see his tanned skin beneath it. I wonder if he was hairless there like some men are. He finally glanced up at me, halting his tracks as his eyes skimmed every inch of me, oh so deviously slowly, it was hard not to rub my legs together as I felt his hot gaze upon me.

  “You look lovely today, Miss cooper.” He cleared his throat then nodded at Samuel and suddenly we were alone together, I kept my gaze on henry, watching how he worked around in his own office. He controlled his every movement, Dominance screamed in my head as I watched, there was no denying it.

  “Thank you, sir.” I say as I sat at my own desk

  “Today is going to be just as long and busy as yesterday so I want you to keep up with me, if you can’t handle it then there is no point in having this job.” He raised his thick brow at me, waiting for my answer. I simply nodded before opening the new folder in front of me, henry must have done this for me last night, making new tasks for me to complete. A flash of desire hit me as I imagined henry lounging in his home, a glass filled with dark liquid and papers scattered along the table, I would be waiting by his feet, my body bare for him to look at it. Fuck! What the hell was that about?

  “I will be showing you the order room on which people want these products, I want you to see the way each person communicates, how the sort through each delivery and succeed on doing that.” He stood, pulling a few stacks of papers with him. I frown, seeing his suit…he’s wearing the same one from yesterday. Rough night maybe?

  “Yes, sir. Pen and notebook?” I also stand, taking my coat off then slinging it over the chair.

  “Defiantly.” He signed, running his hand through his hair, my fingers rubbed together, itching to touch it. I took what I needed, then began to follow him to the elevator. My skin began to prickly, heat firing between my legs, and I began to fidget, thankful that I was wearing trousers instead of a skirt. The heat would be too overwhelming for me. I glance up at Mr Clinton, his gaze forward on the doors, giving me a chance to see him much closer than I thought I ever would. His skin was tanned, his shoulders broad and muscular, Easy for me to grip onto.

  “If you carry on staring at me that way, I would suggest taking a picture.” He mumbled, his eyes glancing my way, his lip was upturned, grinning like a wolf would do to its prey.

  “Sorry.” I whispered, avoiding his gaze as I began to scream at myself in my head for being so stupid. Surely I could gaze at him when we are not close proximity! So stupid Emily!

  “I would admit, you’re not the first to be like this, I’m sure you can guess that I’m a…ladies man.” He forced the last part, almost sounding like as if he hates the idea of it.

  “I’m sure you are Mr Clinton but what you do outside of work is none of my business.” I should have known better than to think of my boss like this.

  “Your right, but what I do inside of work is. That’s what I need you for, your job, your intelligence and also your optimistic insights on how I run my company.” He was right, I need to keep this professional.

  “I agree, and anyway, I never thought of you as a lady’s man, I thought you was gay.” I hope he didn’t see right through my lie, and I had also hoped that he sensed that I was teasing him. I glance up, seeing both corners of his mouth curled up into a full blown grin, his gaze fully on me.

  “Gay? I most definitely am not gay, if you keep your ear open around this town, I know you will hear a thing or two at how I am not ‘gay’.” Ever so slowly, he licked his lips, his eyes cast down to my own.

  “I will make sure to do that, Mr Clinton.” I teased him again, challenging myself in a way before seeing the doors open and following him through the floor.

  “This is the middle floor, as you can see, I like my workers to get deep into their orders, and to make sure they go through at fifty a day.” A day!?

  “That many sir?”

  “Oh you would be surprised.” He laughed, a deep throaty one too. I stand next to him, amazed to see the hard headed man before, into a smiling one. I have seen him laugh before, it made his face grow lighter, his eyes crinkled on the sides, a true meaning of his feeling.

  “Do many people enjoy your products?” I whispered, feeling almost ashamed of my question in front of others.

  “why do you think we are this busy Miss Cooper but you would be surprised what product sells the most.”

  “Now I’m intrigued.” I frown, wondering where all of this confidence is coming from inside me.

  “Then why don’t you ask this level floor manager, I’m sure he would like to tell you himself.” There was a knowing look in his eyes, a challenge maybe? His eyes were deep and intoxicating, colour of the grey sky…beautiful. I rest my hand on my hip, cocking my head to him, a smile playing against his lips as I watched his reaction.

  “Okay, point him out to me.” I said with fire in my voice. He nods his head towards the middle aged man, who was working over the stacked boxes’ a clipboard and pen in his hand. He looked good f
or his, his brown hair fell freely over his forehead, but he was a little pale. Is he sick? I walk towards him, sensing someone gaining towards him, he looks up, his soft baby blue eyes looked tired but he pushed through it. He gave me a wry smile.

  “How may I help you?”

  “I’m Emily Cooper, Mr Clintons new PA, and since I’m new on the job, I would like to see the list of the top sellers you have here.” I gave him my best smile, glancing at his hand as I saw the wedding band on his finger.

  “Miss cooper, lovely to finally meet you, there has been a lot of talk about Mr Clinton's new PA, but I was expecting someone more...”

  “Older?” I glance beside me, Henry joining on our conversation. The floor manager blanches, seeing his boss on his floor, I frown at how he suddenly grew tense as he saw him.

  “M-Mr Clinton, what an unexpected surprise.” He gulped, suddenly standing straight as he could get.

  “I should hope not; I am your boss after all.” He grumbled before looking around, “Let’s get this over with.” He whispered to me, he darted his eyes around, his shoulders tense.

  “Um-well recently this month and last month our bondage set has racked the sales by eighty-two percent.” Bondage set…what’s that?

  “Thank you, Mr?...”

  “Mathewson.” He shook my hand before I began to head back to the elevator, Henry close by my heel. He was staring at me the whole time, his eyes questioning me, wanting to pick at my brain for answers.

  “Miss cooper." He said, but i ignored him, keeping my gaze trained towards the office room, the door was half way closed but before i could get to it, Henry held onto my elbow, stopping me into my tracks. I turn to face him, seeing his lips pursed and his gaze penetrating me, the light above us illuminating his features.

  "I'm not much for being ignored, and right now I can only guess what is going on in that pretty little head of yours."...He called me pretty...fuck! I’m swooning like a high school prom girl.

  "...It's just...all confusing for me, sure I know every sex toy out there but...bondage sets? what the hell is that?" Henry blinked down at me for a second, releasing my elbow as he was silent, he observes me before realising that I was asking him what they are. He chuckles, before covering his lips what to hand. It was such a strange sound coming out of him.

  "Bondage sets are very popular, in fact, I even have a few." He grinned.

  "Are they just for men?" He shook his head, a smile still playing on his lips as he began to guide us to the office room.

  "Well let’s just say it requires two people, even more if people are into that."

  "You’re not a fan of...sex groups?" He shook his head, licking his lips before walking to his seat, I stand by his desk, waiting for him to say something else.

  "I’m more of a one-person kind of guy, I don’t like sharing." Shit! what is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be asking him these things, it was too inappropriate for a work place between boss and assistant. So I did the only thing that I could do, I smiled and walked back to my own desk.

  "So what did you think of the order room? think you could handle that amount of work?"

  "if you remember correctly, I’m your PA Mr Clinton, not an order room worker." I teased, the room was big enough for both of us to talk to each other easily, but it still did not stop the heat between my legs, and I was pretty damn sure that he would be able to feel the fire that burned my core. I chew the inside of my lip, rubbing my legs together, holding in the fire spread up my stomach before feeling my nipples harden against the fabric of my bra.

  "That I am fully aware of but what if I need to you to run down there? could you handle the pressure?"

  "Sure I could, but I’m sure that if it was that important, you could easily go down there yourself." fuck! what is wrong with me? sexual frustration was messing with me...why! mother nature! why did you have to do this to me!?

  “You have a backbone Miss Cooper, I never thought I could finally see it.” ...I was not expecting that. The rest of the day went quickly, our fingers becoming numb again. I stretch, feeling my bones ache as I do before checking the clock on the wall. It was home time, thank god! I stand while taking my coat and putting it on.

  “Going somewhere?” Henry raised his head, cracking his knuckles as he does, his grey eyes looked tired but they were haunted and dark...making me stand still and watch them.

  “yes, it's home time.” I said before grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

  “Do you need my driver to take you home?”

  “umm..no, I won’t be going home yet.” He frowns, his lips beginning to tighten as he questioned me in his head.

  “Meeting anyone?” he almost sounded bored.

  “You could say that.” He mumbled before heading to the door.

  “Listen Miss Cooper, I’m not the talkative type about feelings and such but right now, as a man who like his work too much to even understand what a woman feels, I don’t appreciate your attitude.” He snapped, his anger flaming in his eyes…Mr Clinton was not a man to anger…but I was not going to be spoken to like that.

  “You think this is attitude? Trust me, Mr Clinton, this is nothing like attitude. This is.” I walk out, slamming the door on my way as I do before speed walking to the elevator. My mind went to auto Pilate, my mission gaining towards one place I knew I could be more relaxed…but I would be afraid…afraid to be going to see my mother, all on my own. My feet began to hurt as I walked all the way to the cemetery, grabbing a flower from the sidewalk without anyone looking, tombstones began to stretch across the grass, dozens of them around me but there was one that I kept my gaze on, a deep black glass encased with the cement with the words etched deep into them.

  Juliet may cooper.

  Loving friend.

  Loving wife.

  Loving mother.

  ‘Reach the stars and take the moon for a dance’

  I stand before her grave, smiling sadly as I do. I kneel down, placing the small, petty flower against her grave as my fingers began to tremble at her name. The floor was cold but I didn’t care at this moment, I wrap my coat tighter against my skin, feeling the summer breeze now gone as the chill seeped in so I breathed heavily, sucking in as much air as I could as I let my sobs out freely. I wipe my nose on my sleeve, embarrassed by sudden outburst of emotion.

  “so…I have never really done this before so I am sure you are just sitting there on a tiny French couch with your hand holding a wine glass and a stupid grin your face…but it’s what I miss about you. How weird you were when you just sang whenever you felt like it. You didn’t care about what other people thought about you, the only thing about you cared about was your family. “I laughed before picking the flower up again, rolling it between my fingers.

  “dad has been going crazy since you've been gone, as you can guess he is not fixing up the yacht like he used too. It’s not the same without you here…” I sniffled before giving back the flower back to her.

  “I love you, mama.” I whispered, standing and wiping my knees clean. I glance up, seeing the sky becoming grey, and finely the rain began to pour. I welcome it, feeling it wash away everything in my mind. I close my eyes, relishing the sound of the water splash against the ground. I open my eyes, seeing my view on the pathway become covered by a figure. I held my breath in the rain, my hair and clothes soaked to the bone but I didn’t care.

  “…Emily.” He breathed, the umbrella shielding him and in quick strides, he shielded me with him.

  “Henry…”

  “so…this is the person you were meeting.” He rubbed his neck, glancing at the tombstone.

  “yeah…so um-meet my mother.” I nervously laughed before looking at her name.

  “ mama...this is my boss.” Who is always on my mind night and day...a man I can never have. A man you would have loved if there isn't a stick constantly up his arse. Henry fucking Clinton.

  Chapter three

  Emily

  “Why are you here Henry? I’m
sure stalking your assistant is not in your job description.” I glanced back at him, thankful that I took a step back into the rain. He wore a black coat, long enough for it to touch his knees, and by the smell of the fresh leather and his masculine cologne I would have guessed that he liked his fashion wear and appearance. It would have made me think that he was gay, which would of been a shame but he also said that he was a lady’s man. Is he a Player?

  “No it is not, but the way you walked out of the office like that, it kind of gave me the impression that you should not be alone.” he stated, his hands gripping onto the umbrella handle. does he do that a lot?

  “So you just thought to follow me all the way here? maybe you should have stopped at the cemetery gates, with a man of your experts, you would have guessed that this was not a friendly meet and greet.” I was seething, I didn't have a clue why, but the idea of him following me around, knowing that he invaded my privacy like that, angered me.

  “I’m sorry...I don’t do...friendly shit. It's not my thing...but please just get out of the rain and get under here, you’re going to catch a cold.” I loved the idea but I couldn’t...

  “No.” I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the rain soaking through my clothes, I was going to catch a cold either way.

  “Okay now you're acting like a child, now get under here before I do it myself.” I took another step away but before I could, his large hand wrapped around my elbow and I was no longer drenched in rain, but face to face with his beauty. His fingers around my skin sent sparks against it, burning like a hot coal does against wood. Shivers ran through me, my mouth becoming slack with moisture as It wanted his mouth against mine.

  “your shivering, you must be freezing.” If only I was then I wouldn’t feel his hot gaze on me, I still kept my arms around me, feeling my nipples harden and brush against my wet clothes, making the fire inside of me burn hotter. He moves about, releasing me so he could take off his coat and slinging it over mine.

  “You don’t-”