Chapter 13 In the elevator
SIENNA
I ran toward the elevator, checking the watch on my wrist. Just as I was about to step inside, I raised my head and locked eyes with my boss. I froze on the spot. My body shuddered as a cold sensation ran down my spine. Instantly, I tilted my head to the side and tried to move backward.
When he realized what I was about to do, he snatched my wrist and pulled me into the elevator. I was forced to hit my breasts against his chest, and he pinned me with his other hand. Before I could jerk away, the elevator made a ding sound and closed.
His cologne—chocolate musk—sent every tension within me spiraling aside. For a moment, I wanted to be shameless and just stay with him, but I couldn’t. It might have been appropriate if it were anybody else, but not my boss.
I struggled to break away from him, but the more I tried, the tighter his grip became. I was exasperated—not because he held me against my will, but because my body was responding to him positively.
Oh my God, Sienna! This is called harassment for a reason. You aren’t supposed to enjoy shit like this.
“Let me go!” I grumbled, wriggling in his grip.
He didn’t. Instead, he tilted my head so I had to stare at his face. He probed into my eyes. We stayed that way for seconds, searching for what was obviously not missing. I was getting lost in his gaze. Those beautiful brown eyes were something I couldn’t get tired of. He stared at me like I could disappear if he blinked—like I was a work of art he could only appreciate with his eyes. He was hypnotizing me. I was gradually becoming comfortable when I was supposed to be objecting.
“About that night, Sienna…” His voice—baritone and husky—washed over me, but what he wanted to talk about was a topic I had promised never to revisit.
“Can we not talk about it, Mr. Lucian?” I mumbled. I took advantage of the few seconds he loosened his grip and tore myself away from him. “We both agreed to call it a mistake. Please, respect our agreement.” I adjusted my dress and rubbed my reddened face before he could notice I was flushed—though I doubted he hadn’t already.
“I want to have more of you, Sienna.” He lifted a flirtatious gaze at me. “Give me more of you,” he said, sounding pleading instead of authoritative.
I stared for seconds, speechless. I honestly didn’t know what the man in front of me took me for.
“What do you take me for, Mr. Lucian?” I asked softly. “A slut?”
He opened his mouth, but I beat him to it. “Why? Is it because you met me in a vulnerable state that night?”
Again, he tried to speak, but I cut him short. “Fine! I was shameless that night, but that wasn’t me. If I must blame anyone, then it should be you. Why didn’t you stop me? You definitely realized I was drunk, yet you couldn’t stop what happened between us.”
“Sienna!” he called. From the look in his eyes, I could tell he didn’t expect my outburst and was lost for words. I took that as an advantage and continued.
“Must you punish me for a mistake we both made? I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I am really not a woman who warms every man’s bed. It just happened that I lost my senses for a few hours,” I said with a neutral expression.
When I looked at his face, I saw him smiling while rubbing his temple. He stared at me as though he were watching a stage play. I was surprised. This wasn’t the reaction I expected. Or was this how he reacted when he was taken aback?
“You—” Before I could complete the sentence, he erased the gap between us and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer and leaned forward. My breath stalled. Heat rushed over my face and neck. Our faces were so close that I could feel his hot breath against my nose.
I blinked, piercing my eyes into his. That damn smile was still curved on his lips. It was impossible to tell what was going through his mind. My boss must be a psycho.
“It would have been perfect if you said those words on my bed,” he murmured in a breathy whisper. Heat spread through my body. My nipples and pussy tingled under his flirtatious gaze. “Save your voice, little girl. You’ll need it to scream my name soon.” His lips widened, and he winked.
My stomach churned—not with irritation, but with a fluttering wave. My face and ears burned. Then Ethan’s face flashed in my mind, and all the feelings evaporated.
“Don’t treat me like I’m some whore,” I snapped, stepping backward. “Being my boss doesn’t give you the right to disrespect me.”
He chuckled. “Playing hard to get, huh?” He licked his bottom lip. “It still doesn’t mean my dick won’t disrespect your pussy another day.”
I almost screamed for help. Why the hell was he making things harder? None of my words seemed to register. It was as though his shamelessness kept increasing.
I shut my eyes and opened them again. “You’re hopeless, Lucian. There’s no use trying to talk sense into you,” I said, folding my arms.
He chuckled again. “I promise to make you beg to be fucked. And trust me, Sienna—I’ll have you until your tongue knows only my name.”
My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped. How could someone be this shameless? And what was that—was he really certain he would have me?
“Do you think you can have every girl you want just because you have money?” I asked.
“No, baby. I think I can have every girl I want because I am what every girl wants,” he replied simply.
My stomach dropped. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. If only he knew how excited I would be to shatter his ego and make him realize he couldn’t have every girl he wanted. He had just indirectly challenged me, and I would be more than happy to break his wings and show him his place.