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right now, but thankfully he seemed to be observing some proprieties, at least. When he spoke, his voice was pitched just for me, making the low conversation and music of the restaurant fade away.
    “This way.” He guided me through the restaurant, nodding pleasantly at a few trim men in suits and their equally thin wives, all of whom were wearing bracelets and earrings of real diamonds. I remembered my cheap earrings and wanted to turn around and run, but I could no more have resisted Dominick’s touch than I could have turned my earrings into real emeralds.
    He pulled out my chair for me and then sat across the perfectly set table, his blue eyes burning into mine. When he raised his wine glass, I lifted mine as well without a thought, smiling at him.
    “So.” His voice was pleasant, and also a threat.
    “Yes?” I asked him. I sat a little straighter and mentally armed myself for battle. It began.

- Dominick -
     
    So she was going to pretend there was nothing between us, was she? I could feel my blood heating and I smiled, watching her tremble under my regard. She should tremble; I wanted her helpless when I finally got her in my arms tonight. I felt my smile widen, lazily, watching those gorgeous tits press against the neckline of her dress. She was afraid. She knew, just like I did, that as soon as my hands were on her, she was mine. She would melt against me and I would take everything I wanted—and she would beg to give it to me.
    That’s not what happened earlier.
    I shoved the thought away. She had come here tonight, and if she hoped to come here and not have me take what was mine, she was going to find out that she had made a very big mistake. I saw the attempt at reserve in her eyes, and my blood heated with the desire to punish her for it. I was going to take my time tonight.
    I wasn’t a saint, of course. I was already rock hard. She was going to put those pretty red lips around my cock until I came in her mouth, and then I was going to take my time with her. I breathed out, feeling a growl build in my throat as I imagined sinking my face down between those thighs, licking and probing until she begged. Her hands would be tied, of course; the thought of her straining against black silk rope made me grip the table until my knuckles went white.
    She raised an eyebrow, and I saw a gleam of amusement in her eyes. It was surprisingly charming. Did she really think she was going to win?
    “You did well with that dress.” I kept my voice low and watched her flush slightly. “You’re a good girl.”
    She swallowed and her lips parted. For a moment, she looked at me like she would give me anything I wanted, and I felt a surge of desire that made me shake with the effort of not taking her right there on the table—and a strange disappointment, that this battle of wits would be over so soon.
    But she didn’t give up. She raised her chin fractionally and stared me down.
    “Mr. Ellison, may I remind you that—”
    “You’re my employee? I’m aware.” I reached out to take her hand where it lay on the table, and closed my fingers around hers when she tried to jerk them out of the way. “You’re also mine.”
    “I am not yours!” Her voice was a fierce little whisper. She succeeded in yanking her fingers away and clenched them in her lap, her cheeks flaming.
    “No?” I took a sip of my wine. “So how do you explain what happened in my office today? And the other day, of course. And in the hallway.”
    She trembled at the list, and clenched her teeth.
    “We both wanted that,” she said simply. “So it happened.”
    It was a decent attempt at nonchalance, but the faint flush in her cheeks belied it. “And what was ‘that,’ exactly?”
    “I’m not going to—”
    “Say it.” The command slammed into the air between us, and she fell silent.
    “You fucked me,” she said finally, her voice very small. I saw her lips move, saw her want to call me sir. She resisted.
    Just another thing to punish