Obsessive Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  Mr. Hawking’s cuts me off. He’s a rude one, but I sit stiffly and attempt to hold my smile in place.

  “Let me explain that our assistant, Nola McAllister, is leaving to spend more time with her husband and kids. The person we hire needs to be at our beck and call,” he says in a gruff tone border lining on unfriendly. “Do you have any problems with that, Miss Davis?” His icy blue eyes pierce me to the bone.

  I almost become speechless, but I mutter through by saying, “Mr. Hawking’s, I can assure you that my credentials are in order, to do this job. I—”

  “Less talk Miss Davis and more action. Can you start work tomorrow morning?”

  “Yes, I can.”

  “Good. You may see your way out and report to me first thing tomorrow morning,” he gave me a dismissive stare before swiveling his chair around to face the picturesque window.

  My nails bit into the palm of my hand from clenching my fist too tight. I grit my teeth from an effort to remain quiet. If I didn’t need this job, I would tell Mr. Hawking’s where to shove it. Instead, I stood without a word and headed out the door.

  As I leave the office, I force myself to not look back at him. I can feel his stare burning into my back. What's wrong with? Why am I letting these men get under my skin like this? I close the door and walk to the elevator. I'm hoping it will open as fast as possible so I can get out of here and regain control.

  My heart wants to beat out of my chest. Finally, the elevator door slides open. As I step inside it cloaks me within its metal space. My hands covers my face. My mind screams as I punch the button to the first floor. Once the elevator stops and the doors slide open, I dash out of the building and to the safety of my car like my life depends on it. I attempt to get my breathing under control before I start the ignition. Thank God my car doesn’t give me any trouble because Dirk Hawking’s just caused my day to go to shit.

  6

  Kassidy

  I’ve been working at N&D for an entire week and Mr. Hawking’s demeanor towards me hasn’t changed much. On several occasions I have caught him staring those dark blue eyes my way. Mr. Hawking’s stare is enough to set me on the edge of my seat. Like now, he walks into my office, his piercing eyes are locked on mine. My breath lodges in my chest causing goosebumps to cover my skin. Why can’t I look away? He’s mean and I dislike him. He’s nothing like the friendly warm hearted Nikolai who oozes calmness. Mr. Hawking’s eyes, drags slowly over my body. I berate myself silently for letting him have this effect on me. He’s only twenty seven and I should not be thinking he’s sexy. But I do. Shame on me.

  “Miss Davis, will you be finished with the Schultz report anytime soon?” His voice penetrates my thoughts and makes me focus back on business.

  “I’m on it, Mr. Hawking’s. I will have the report finished before I leave the office.”

  Dirk Hawking’s arches a brow. “Good. Leave the report on my desk if I’m not in my office. I have a meeting that may run late.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  My boss stares at me. I shiver from the deliberate look in his blue eyes. Suddenly he nods and turns to leave. I am still sitting there feeling hot and flustered with my mouth slightly open.

  I take a small drink from the bottle of water on my desk and get back to work. About an hour later there is a light tapping sound at my door.

  “Come in,” I call out.

  The door office opens, and Cecelia, one of the many secretaries at N&D, walks in. She closes the door behind her. “Hey, do you want to get lunch? A few coworkers and I are going to a restaurant not too far from here. The day is beautiful out, and we can walk.

  I give Cecelia a friendly smile. Ever since I started working here, she’s made me feel welcome. I give her a nod just as my belly boldly rumbles.

  “Well, looks like someone is hungry.”

  I shrug and laugh. “It seems so. I didn’t get to eat much of a breakfast this morning.”

  “Okay, grab your purse and let's go,” Cecelia replies.

  We made it to the restaurant ten minutes later. Cecelia’s friends are already seated at a table for four.

  “Great! You two made it,” a guy with brown hair and dimples says once Cecelia and I are seated.”

  “Kassidy, I’m not sure if you’ve met Pete Abrams, and this is Allie Meyers from the sales department,” Cecelia explains as she introduces me to the blonde haired woman sitting beside Pete.

  I notice right off that Allie isn’t near as friendly as Pete. Her sour mood isn’t going to stop me from enjoying my lunch hour though. I’m starving!

  “How are you enjoying working for our two sexy-as-sin bosses?” Cecelia asks me once we’ve placed our orders and the food arrives.

  “So far so good. I’m still finding my way around the office and building. I do know they both expect excellency and I give them my best.”

  “That job should have been mine,” Allie blurts out.

  My eyes widen as I assess the look on Allie’s face. Her green eyes narrow on me as I stuff a roll into my mouth. “I’m sorry,” I reply not knowing what else to say.

  “Well Kassidy, have you lived in the Seattle area all your life?” Pete asks trying to change the subject.

  “Yes, I’m Seattle born and bred, although my parents have settled in Tampa Florida since they retired two years ago.”

  “Oh, that’s nice. So are you married?” Allie inquires.

  “No.”

  “Do you have a boyfriend?” Allie asks.

  “I’m afraid not. Are you married, Allie?”

  “No, but I have my eyes on a certain someone at the office,” she admits.

  “Who? Is it Nikolai, or Dirk?” Cecelia asks.

  “Maybe it’s both,” Allie giggles. The fine hairs at the back of my neck stick out. There is something about her laugh that is grating on my last nerves. The thought of Allie being with either Nikolai or Dirk don’t settle too well within my spirit.

  I smile and finish eating as my coworkers continue to chat. Every time my glance lands on Allie she shoots me a dirty look. What the hell is her problem? I think to myself. Whatever Allie’s problem is she needs to keep it to her damn self.

  I exhale in a sigh of relief once my lunch hour is up and I’m sitting back at my desk.

  “Kassidy.” A thick, gruff baritone voice rumbles out my name, and a tremble courses its way through my body. My eyes slide up from the computer, and my heart accelerates in my chest.

  My other boss, Nikolai Pierce, has entered my office without so much as a knock. His silver colored eyes plunge into mine, making my panties instantly saturate with my wetness.

  He’s looking damn fine in a dark Tom Ford vest, and a custom-made light blue shirt with his sleeves rolled back halfway up his muscular forearms. His chiseled jawline looks strong, his lips kissable, and his simmering gaze seems to sizzle right through me.

  “Um, sir, is there something I can help you with?” Why the hell is my thirty-two, soon to be thirty three-year-old ass getting all hot and bothered by my younger bosses? This just won’t do! I try to calm myself down but the succession rate is in the negative!

  “I want to talk with you, but not here. Will you follow me?”

  Shit! What did I do? I hope I wasn’t in any kind of trouble. “Yes sir,” I reply standing, grabbing a pen and notepad in case I need to take notes.

  I tremble as I follow behind Nikolai to his plush office. The room is enormous with white walls, large windows and a perfect view of the landscape below. He walks straight to his desk and takes a seat. He gives me a smothering glance from the top of my head to my feet before he speaks.

  There will be no repeat of me cumming just from being in his presence— I silently reprimand myself.

  “Take a seat.” The sensuousness of his voice resonates through me. I walk on jittery legs to take the seat in front of his desk.

  I can feel a trickle of sweat slide down between the plump mounds of my breast. I shiver as my brown eyes connect with Nikolai’s. My
body warms all over, and I can feel my slick core clench as I lick my lips. My boss’s eyes follow the swipe of my tongue.

  “Ahem,—” I clear my throat and cross my legs and squeeze them together to staunch the flow of my desire. “Mr. Pierce, can I ask why you need to—”

  “In due time, Miss Davis.” Nikolai grunts and his gray eyes never leave mine. I nervously nibble on my bottom lip.

  “Okay,” I nod as I become lost for words.

  “How do you like working here so far, Miss. Davis,” he growls deep in his throat. Slowly, he gets up and makes his way to the front of his desk and sits on the edge. I can’t help but notice the huge bulge in his slacks. “Do you see something you like, Miss Davis?”

  “Um, I beg your pardon?” I stutter out, gasping as he stares at me.

  Whew! It’s getting hotter in here. I wonder if I am starting to get hot flashes.

  “No, I will not pardon you,” Nikolai replies.

  I gasp in surprise when I see the grin on his face and the twinkle in his eyes. Shit! He’s teasing me while I sit here getting all hot and bothered.

  I clear my throat again and speak in my most professional tone and answer his earlier question, “I do like working here. I have passed this building and wished to someday work here for many years. I’m thankful my wishes came true. I appreciate you hiring me and I’m aware that you could have chosen someone much younger perhaps?”

  Nikolai’s brow creases as his stare settle on my lips again. My tongue reflectively swipes against my bottom lip again. He stands and walks over to me. Nikolai leans down and places a hand on either side of my chair, imprisoning me. I can feel his minty breath caressing my lips. He makes me shiver being this close to him. I could inhale his intoxicating scent, and I jump when Nikolai speaks near my ear. His words are hot and seductive. “Do you know how beautiful you really are?”

  I give my head a negative shake as I am too afraid to verbally speak. Am I dreaming? I can't believe this is happening. Is my boss really coming on to me? My pussy once again begin to leak in Nikolai's presence. The office door opens, I gasp and pull away from Nikolai's lustful gaze.

  “Fuck.” He grumbles just before the office door opens and enters my other boss Dirk Hawking’s. Nikolai stands to his full height and stalks back to his desk. I can't help but delight in seeing the massive erection beneath his slacks before he takes a seat, even if I am embarrassed to be caught in this position.

  “The Briscoe account is trying to cause us some trouble,” Dirk walks into Nikolai’s office without knocking. Thank God he came when he did to stop me from making a simpering fool of myself.

  “You ever heard of knocking?” Nikolai looks at me and winks before turning his eyes back to his partner.

  “Why do I have to knock? Was I interrupting something?” The words growl from Dirk’s lips, as he turn to me with a scowl on his handsome face.

  I know I’m a new employee here but I’m getting tired of his attitude. I’ve been nothing but professional and does every assignment he and Nikolai gives me to the letter. I even worked extra hours this week without a grumble. I come in early to make sure I have my work done on time. Why does he hate me? I wonder if it’s because I’m black...

  “Cool it Dirk. Kassidy and I were just going over a file. What’s going on with the Briscoe account?”

  “Man, Briscoe is a fucking idiot. He wants to change the terms of our agreement now since he’s ready to sign. We are giving him far beyond the market value for the property in Texas as it is.”

  “I agree, but getting hot headed isn’t going to help matters. Let me call him, set up a lunch meeting with him and I’ll get to the bottom of his problem,” Nikolai’s voice is calm and reasoning as he talks to Dirk.

  “Have at it, the fucking good that will do,” Dirk replies.

  Dirk rakes his hand through his silky long black hair. He turns to me and I flush when he catches me staring at him. His eyes narrows and travels to my thighs when I nervously cross and uncross them again.

  I feel a tingling up my spine as Dirk’s eyes lands back on mine. “Well Nikolai, if you’re through with me, I’ll go back to my office to let the two of you talk.”

  “No. Stay. I’m far from through with you,” Nikolai’s smooth voice makes me shiver.

  “Why do you call him Nikolai and call me Mr. Hawking’s?” Dirk’s sneering voice brings my attention back to him.

  I frown before replying, “because you directed me to, Mr. Hawking’s.”

  “I’m now directing you to call me Dirk. Do you have a problem with that, Kassidy?” He grunts, emphasizing my first name.

  “No sir, I have no problem with that whatsoever, Dirk.”

  Nikolai clasps his hands together. “We do pride ourselves on being informal around here. Now that that’s settled, Kassidy you can come with me to lunch.”

  “It’s not lunch time Nikolai and we still have business to discuss. There is no time to be fucking around—”

  “It’s the perfect time to be fucking around as you so crudely put it,” Nikolai’s voice is cheery. He rises from his seat and walks around from his desk to take me by the arm and pull me to my feet. “I’m taking my hard working assistant to lunch. I’ll see you when I get back,” Nikolai adds with a smirky grin on his face.

  Nikolai

  I place my hand at the small of Kassidy’s back and lead her in the restaurant. “I called in a reservation earlier. Nikolai Pierce,” I tell the hostess once we arrive at the hostess stand.

  “Of course, the hostess signals for a waiter. “Table of two for Mr. Pierce,” she tells the waiter.

  We follow the waiter after he grabs two menus and lead us to an intimate table for two that is situated by a window facing a beautiful view of the ocean.

  “Are you ready to order?” The waiter asks once we are seated.

  “Kassidy?” I question her studying the menu the waiter placed before us.

  “I think I’ll have the cob salad and a lemonade to drink,” she didn’t waste any time perusing the menu.

  “I’ll have the grilled halibut, seasoned potatoes, and mixed vegetables,” I tell the waiter.

  “What to drink?”

  I will have a lemonade also,” I add as the waiter gathers the menus.

  “Very good. I will bring your drinks out shortly. Your meals should arrive in about ten minutes.” I thank the waiter and he walks off.

  Shortly our drinks are placed before us.

  “Mm, this is good,” Kassidy takes a sip of her lemonade. She licks her plump lip to capture a bead of lemonade on her bottom lip.

  My cock hardens instantly. It craves to be the one that Kassidy licks— I crave to have her mouth wrapped around my erection and pumping it down her throat.

  “What? Do I have something on my mouth or something?”

  My eyes jerks up to her brown orbs. An easy grin flits across my lips. “No, I was just thinking—”

  Our food arrives. I’m thankful I don’t have to fib. Kassidy seems to let the question drop as she glances at her well-constructed salad. The salad looks delicious with their knobs of cheese, jutting cucumbers and little slivers of steaming grilled chicken.

  “The salad looks almost too pretty to eat doesn’t it?” asks Kassidy. She forks some in her mouth and before I can stop myself a groan escapes.

  Kassidy’s eyes widen and her eyes clashes with mine. I feel as if I’ve jumped into crashing waves, the impact this woman has on me is sensually electrifying.

  We continue staring into each other eyes. I imagine how hot her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock.

  “Hello Nikolai, I thought that was you. A woman’s voice burst through the sensual haze between Kassidy and me. A frown because of the interruption appear between my brows.

  “Ah, Aimee, hello. I find it hard to tear my gaze away from my beautiful assistant.

  What are the possibilities that I would run into a fuck buddy that I had just fucked the night before?

  “Who is this?�
�� Aimee’s blue eyes lands on Kassidy. My assistant places her fork down and dab at her fuckable mouth with a linen napkin.

  “This is my new assistant Kassidy. Kassidy this is my friend Aimee.”

  “Oh, so that’s what you are calling me now. That’s not what you called me last—”

  “Um, excuse me, I need to use the ladies room,” Kassidy suddenly says. I can tell she’s lying by the uncomfortable look on her face. Damn Aimee for showing up when she did.

  I rise from my seat as Kassidy stands. She turns to leave when Aimee mouths off, “What bargain store did your assistant buy her suit from? It looks like something my maid would wear to clean my parents’ house.”

  “Excuse me,” Kassidy whirls on her heels and backtracks to face a blue eyed red faced Aimee.

  “Aimee was just leaving,” I give my ex-fuck-buddy a pointed glance. “I will be right back Kassidy,” I turn and grab Aimee by the arm and drag her away from my assistant and out into the lobby.

  “Let me go. You’re squeezing my arm too tight”

  I immediately release her. “What gives you the right to interrupt my lunch acting superior to my assistant and treat her in such a condescending manner?”

  “I’m sorry” she sidles up to me and tries to wrap her arms around my neck.

  “Back off Aimee. The arrangement between the two of us is over. Don’t call, don’t come by my home or office or you will be thrown out by security.”

  “Nikolai! I said I was sorry,” she whines. Why are you treating me like this over some black—”

  “Don’t even go there. Shut the fuck up while you’re ahead,” I whisper against her ear. “Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes,” she nods and I stand to my full height.

  “Good,” I mutter and walk off and back to my table but my assistant is nowhere in sight.

  “Miss Davis said to tell you she went back to the office,” the waiter tells me.

  “Thanks, I’m ready to settle the bill,” I tell him.