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  “So where exactly are you taking me?” she asked as the car turned the bend out of her neighborhood. She took a sip of the champagne. It was delicious, wonderfully dry with just a hint of sweetness. Her driver glanced up in the rearview mirror, catching her eye through the open partition.

  “Chartier,” he answered.

  Michelle nearly spewed the champagne across the seat in front of her. “Chartier?” she choked. “You must be joking. There's at least a six month wait for reservations!”

  “Mr. Hollins keeps a private table at Chartier,” the driver informed her as easily as if he were referring to Applebees rather than the city's finest French restaurant. Michelle drained her glass. She was going to need more than just a little liquid courage if she planned on getting through this night with her wits still about her.

  Michelle had a plan, but she would need every bit of confidence she could muster up if it had any chance of working. She was going to seduce her boss in exchange for him relinquishing his control over her company. The way she saw it, she had no other choice. She'd given up everything for Today's Energy. When her friends from college were falling in love, getting married, and starting families, Michelle had been hard at work trying to make her clean energy company a household name. She sighed, leaning back against the plush seat, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.

  ***

  Michelle was led to a secluded, out of way table, just far enough away from the stringed quartet to hear the music but still be able to hold a decent conversation. Grateful that Roger Hollins hadn't arrived yet, Michelle lowered herself into the seat the maître d' held out for her. The table had already been set with a bottle of Bordeaux and two wine glasses which the maître d' took the time to fill. Michelle, still a little tipsy from the champagne on the way over decided to hold off on the wine. Pulling out a compact from her purse, she checked her reflection. The dim lighting in the restaurant did wonders for her already smooth skin. She dabbed on some more lipstick, deciding that was all she needed. Trying to calm her racing nerves, she took a deep breath and prayed her plan would work.

  “It's a relief to know that you're capable of following at least some orders,” a deep voice startled her, causing Michelle to drop the compact onto the table. She looked up to see Roger Hollins admiring the cleavage straining against her thin blouse. He grinned at her, his eyes glowing in the soft lighting. Her breath caught in her throat. Once again he reminded her of a cat ready to pounce upon its prey. He looked splendid in his dark, immaculate suit and silk tie. Even though his attire was more formal than anything he'd worn in the office he seemed casual, relaxed even, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes languidly roving her figure.

  A hungry lion, Michelle thought. She immediately knew she'd made a grave error in her calculations. It wasn't her that would seduce him tonight, but rather he who would seduce her.

  “I trust the ride over was pleasant enough,” he murmured, pulling out a chair next to her and taking a seat. He placed a bold hand on her knee and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the familiar caress. “I do like your hair like that,” he added, taking a sip of wine and running his fingertips lightly along the inside of her thigh beneath the skirt.

  The touch sent shivers up and down her spine and despite her resolve to stay strong she felt herself melting under his tender administrations.

  “In fact,” he purred, his voice dropping an octave as he dipped his head down near hers “You might say, I've thought of little else since you came into that board room, hair wild and eyes so full of hostility.” He grinned at her again, as though he'd won already and she was his.

  Michelle struggled to shake off the intoxicating spell he seemed to have cast over her. She needed to keep her wits about her. She couldn't let herself forget that this man was also trying to run her company into the ground.

  “I think you've misunderstood what tonight is about,” she whispered, her voice coming out not nearly as strong as she'd hoped. She tried to dislodge his hand from her thigh but found his grip to be steadfast.

  “No?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

  The way he looked at her now, Michelle worried that more would be at stake than just her body and her company. He leaned in closer, his lips just a hair's breadth from hers.

  “I don't think I've misunderstood anything.” His hand inched farther up her thigh.

  Michelle squirmed in her seat, holding her breath as those delicious fingers came closer and closer to her lace panties. She closed her eyes, waiting for his lips to find hers. When nothing happened, she reluctantly opened them again. Roger Hollins smiled at her.

  “No,” he murmured. “No misunderstandings.” This time, she knew he was right. Despite how much she hated him, Michelle wanted nothing more than to be tangled up in Roger Hollins' sheets tonight.

  “Eat your food,” he commanded her. Dazedly she realized that their food had already arrived. He must have ordered for them before he got here. No doubt he knew they wouldn't spend long in the restaurant. It had only been a ruse, a vehicle to get her back to his place where he would have his way with her. Beyond fighting him, his hand still burning through the flesh of her upper thigh, Michelle did as he said.

  The ride to his penthouse had been nearly unbearable with Michelle wanting nothing more than to see this gorgeous man naked. She hoped he'd at least kiss her in the limo, but Roger Hollins appeared to be a man of infinite control and patience. Once he knew that he'd acquired her – as easily as he'd acquired her company – Michelle noted bitterly, he had all the time in the world to make good on his demands.

  When the limo finally stopped after what felt like an agonizing eternity, Roger led Michelle through the opulent lobby of his building and into an elevator. They rode the car up in silence with his heated eyes devouring hers, promising her what she knew was already to come. She wished now that she'd drunk more of the wine when she had the chance. Her heart beat out of control, pulsing loudly in her throat. She felt certain he could see and wished more than anything to know if he felt the same way, fearing all the while that he didn't. She was only the prey, after all. No more than the little mouse is to the wicked cat.

  She'd barely had a chance to register his massive penthouse suit, so different than her own humble apartment, before Roger swept her into his arms, molding her body against his in a passionate kiss, his lips crushing and bruising hers. She hadn't even time to come up for air when his fingers raked under her blouse, expertly unclasping her bra. He slid the flimsy satin up, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down her throat as his tongue worked its way to her heaving breasts. She moaned when his mouth clasped one nipple, suckling greedily until it stood stiff against his hot lips.

  “You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this,” he whispered between urgent kisses. She thought she detected a ragged quality to his voice as though he lost a tiny bit of his all encompassing control. In the next second, Michelle felt herself being lifted into the air as Roger carried her to his bedroom.

  Michelle was in a daze, lost, transfixed. Somewhere in her peripheral, she recognized the huge master suit as being fashionably sparse. The city skyline twinkled in the blackened sky through the floor to ceiling windows. She felt herself being lowered onto a huge bed, covered in a thick down comforter. Roger stood up straight, studying her sprawled out form. She couldn't help but wonder what he thought, his eyes hooded and his mouth set in a firm line as though he had come to a resolve in what he would do next.

  “Take off your skirt,” he commanded thickly.

  Michelle's fingers hastened to obey. She wondered, briefly, why he hadn't told her to remove her blouse too when she realized that she no longer wore it. She almost laughed to herself. She couldn't even remember it coming off. With her skirt removed, Michelle lay on the bed clad in nothing but her skimpy panties.

  She squirmed under his scrutiny, silently begging him to remove his damned suit so she could see him at last, but Roger seemed to be enjoying thi
s little power play of his. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer, reaching a hand up to him, she heard herself plead.

  “Please,” she panted. “I can't wait any more.”

  As if she'd landed on the magic words, Roger grinned down at her, a devious smile that made his blue eyes shine like the devil's. Slowly, he loosened his tie before pulling it off his neck completely. He folded it neatly, placing it on the bed along side her. He did this with each article of clothing, keeping his eyes locked on hers. His deliberate care while undressing was nearly Michelle's undoing. She moaned, pinching her own breasts, her body feeling cold without his to cover it. At last her eyes feasted upon Roger's glorious anatomy. And what a fine physique it was, too! Roger's tan extended across his chiseled flesh. A light triangle of dark hair stretched over his pectoral muscles. His thick cock stood erect, undeniable proof that he craved her the way Michelle was dying for him.

  Once he was naked, Roger collapsed atop her, trailing burning kisses down her smooth skin. Michelle raked her fingernails over his rock hard body as his mouth seared her lower and lower. He paused at her navel, letting his tongue flick along the little crevice before traveling further down her writhing body. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them over her knees. The feel of the lace and his hands caressing her bare hips was almost unbearable for Michelle. She whimpered, begging him for more.

  “Oh yes, Roger!” she gasped when his tongue found her clitoris. She arched her pelvis off the bed, sinking her fingers into his soft hair, wanting more than anything to get closer to his sensuous mouth. His tongue circled her, teasing and torturing, until she felt him push a strong finger into her opening.

  Michelle nearly came unglued. She was gasping now, moaning so loudly she thought she would wake the whole city. Nearly at the height of her pleasure, Roger released his grip on her. Rising over her body, he sunk his throbbing cock deep inside her. The feel of his massive girth filling her up so completely was all Michelle needed. In the next moment she felt the deep muscles of her womb clenching around him so tightly she thought she would die from the gratification. She bucked and clawed at him as she felt herself grow wetter and hotter than ever before.

  “Shit, Michelle!” Roger swore above her. He clutched her fiercely to him, as though surprised and completely unable to hold himself back any longer. She felt him release himself into her like a hot wave, satiating his lust.

  Roger collapsed atop her, clutching her to him like a child who refuses to let go of a favorite toy. She ran her hands along the sinewy muscles of his back and smiled to herself. In the end, Roger did lose control. She couldn't help but feel a bit smug in the realization. She squeezed him tighter and kissed the sensitive flesh just below his ear, savoring the roughness of his chin against her tender jaw.

  Roger, as if seared by hot coals, jumped away from her. She saw a fleeting moment of panic stretch across his handsome face before it became enshrouded in a hardened mask of cool, collect control. He looked down at her, his eyes hooded, his expression unreadable.

  “The car is waiting downstairs,” he stiffly informed Michelle before putting his back to her and exiting the room.

  Chapter 4.

  “I hate to say it, but you've got to do what he says.” Becky crossed her arms over her junior sized breasts and stared Michelle down. “It's been another week. If you don't give into his demands he's gonna off you.”

  Michelle barely raised an eyebrow, her assistant's melodramatic 'gonna off you' doing little to daunt her. Michelle had no intention of implementing a single one of Roger Hollins' demands. She had even more resolve now after the horrible aftermath of her failed seduction. She felt her cheeks go hot at the mere thought of that fatal night one week ago. Roger Hollins just dismissed her like she were nothing more than a cheap whore after the best sex that Michelle had ever had. She'd never been so humiliated as she was when she searched Roger's penthouse for her clothes, scattered in the frenzied lovemaking. Then she had to take the elevator down thirty two floors to the lobby where she felt certain she heard the snickers of the security guards as she hastily tucked her blouse into her rumpled skirt. She didn't bother with the car he left for her, that crumb of pity from a gentleman's table. Instead, with as much pride and dignity as she could muster, Michelle walked a block away, so as not to be seen by anymore of the security guards and hailed a cab. Hadn't it been enough that Roger Hollins owned her company and ravished her body? Did he have to humiliate her on top of it? Apparently so.

  She patted the bun at the top of her head, making sure it was tight. She vowed never to let down her hair again for as long as she lived and picked her pen back up, ignoring Becky, as she scribbled down some notes on the invoices in front of her.

  “Fine,” Becky stamped her foot. “Just don't take me down with you,” she added before spinning on her heel and strutting out of Michelle's office.

  Ha! Michelle snickered under her breath when the girl was gone. The irony of it all was that one of the things Michelle was standing up for was Becky's job! The phone on her desk rang and Michelle answered it.

  “I want you in my office immediately.” Roger Hollins didn't wait for her to affirm his cold, impassive demand. Michelle heard the tell tale click, indicating the call ended.

  She stared, open mouthed, at the receiver in her hand for a moment before setting it back in its cradle. Of all the rude and arrogant things! He could have at least been polite in his demand! She straightened her back against the chair, tidying up the papers in front of her. She'd had enough of Roger Hollins' insults. She was not a dog for him to call on command. If he wanted to see her so badly, he could come to her office!

  It didn't take long to hear the thundering footfall coming down the hall just outside. Michelle suddenly had the insane desire to run and barricade her door, but she knew that at the rate the heavy footsteps neared, she'd never make it in time. Besides it was a childish idea anyway. She was a grown woman, so why did she feel like a naughty little girl waiting nervously for a spanking? Michelle gripped the edge of her desk, determined to act her age.

  The violence with which the door was flung open nearly knocked it off its hinges. Her boss pounded into her office, pausing only to kick the door shut behind him with his foot. It slammed so hard one of Michelle's motivational posters crashed to the floor, scattering bits of broken glass. Michelle winced before squaring her shoulders again. No matter, she'd always hated the motivational posters, with their lukewarm advice, anyway.

  Roger Hollins didn't even seem to notice the breaking glass, or if he did, he didn't care. Much to Michelle's dismay, Roger Hollins walked around her desk. Gripping her chair by the two armrests, he rolled her out into the middle of the room. Shocked, and feeling strangely naked without the protection of her desk between them, Michelle could only gape.

  Roger didn't let go of the armrests. He stood in front of her with his furious face hovering over hers. His muscular legs pressed between her knees and the nearness of him brought back a wave of memories that Michelle couldn't stamp out of her mind. Her heart raced and her palms grew clammy. Even in anger, Roger Hollins was an extraordinarily handsome man. Oh dear God how she wished he'd bring those sultry lips down just another inch to kiss her. It was torture to be sitting here, wanting him the way she did. Why oh why did she have to be feeling these things now of all times? She prayed he couldn't tell how badly she wanted him. His next words informed her that he read her loud and clear.

  “Damn it, Michelle!” he thundered. Straightening, he ran a hand through his unruly hair and paced the room. “Why do you only obey me when I'm fucking you?”

  He stopped in front of her. This time Michelle noticed that his features looked strained as though carried a great burden.

  “Michell,” he breathed. “I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice.” He turned to leave. “Pack your things. You're fired.”

  “Wait!” Michelle gasped, rising to her feet. “D-don't do this,” she stammered.

>   He hesitated, his back to her and his hand on the doorknob. “Are you going to enact my policies?” He turned to face her, giving her one last chance to redeem herself.

  Michelle couldn't decide if she would enact his policies, but she certainly didn't want him to leave either. She chewed her lip, trying decide the best course of action.

  Roger tapped his foot against the floor, growing impatient.

  Michelle took a deep breath. She knew what she wanted from Roger. She didn't want him touching her company but she most definitely wanted him touching her. With deft fingers she removed the clip in her hair, letting her hair tumble over her shoulders.

  Roger's eyes grew hot as Michelle ran her fingers through the locks. Next she unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time from the top down and shrugged it off her shoulders. She could see she had Roger's attention now. He appeared to have stopped breathing, when Michelle reached behind her to unhook the black lace bra.

  “Don't do this,” Roger pleaded her, his voice ragged with desire. “I can't be held accountable for-”

  She smiled at him before dropping the undergarment to the floor, freeing her large breasts.

  Roger's blue eyes grew darker than the pits of hell. One minute he stood by the door and the next, Michelle felt herself being hauled to her desk. With one big sweeping motion of his powerful arm, Roger cleared her desk, sending her knickknacks and notes flying across the room. He didn't bother removing her skirt, instead hiking it up over her waist. Roger covered her mouth with his, his kiss demanding, angry and unrepentant. She felt herself being lifted into a sitting position on the desk and then she heard Roger's belt being unfastened and his zipper lowered. He pushed her knees apart, roughly, inserting himself between them.