Chapter 39 SHOW ME
POV: PATRICK
At Greg's insistence, I ended up giving in to the stupid idea of going to a new club, acknowledging the sincerity of his concerns.
“Involving her like this will only hurt her even more. We've received more traces from your past... This woman went through hell at the hands of her ex, and he seems to be a complete psychopath!” my friend emphasized.
These words echoed in my mind, fueling a growing anger in my chest. How could they do so much harm? Hell!
We arrived at the club and headed to the VIP area, being greeted by the owner, a familiar face to Greg. His presence caught my attention, but it was my sweet and sensual secretary who captured my gaze. She was wearing a tight black dress that accentuated the curves of her slender body, drawing the attention of several men, including mine. The neckline highlighted her beautiful and rounded breasts, which I had already had the pleasure of enjoying. Excitement was present; Lis stirred me in a unique way. Clearing my throat, my friend caught my attention.
“Your companions are here, not there!” he said, staring at her up and down. “Damn, man.”
“What's wrong with Lis?” I kept my gaze in her direction, noticing her uneasiness. She seemed scared and quickly left. “I'll be right back.”
“Of course...” Greg scoffed.
I followed her, and I found her near the bathroom. I turned to look around, and Elisabeth collided with my body. I caught her before she fell. Her body was shaking, and her voice was filled with fear. I sighed, looking around, not seeing any imminent threat.
Taking her outside, we exchanged a few words. I punched the wall in anger. Why wouldn't she just tell me who was causing her wounds? Greg's investigations always got close to the culprit, and then some files would be corrupted, warning us that the person behind her past was someone powerful, perhaps within the CIA or the world of crime.
My companions caught our attention, probably sent by my friend to take me back. The idiots tried to belittle Lis, who needed nothing but her smile to enchant any man who looked at her. Running back, I turned to the girls.
“Get out of my way and tell Greg he has two minutes to get the car!” I said it threateningly, making them tremble in fear. Nodding, they ran off.
Less than two minutes later, he was parked with the car, waiting for me to get in.
“Patrick, what's gotten into you?” He asked, looking in the rearview mirror. I stared at him with narrowed eyes, making him swallow hard and sigh. “Forget it, don't say I didn't warn you!”
We stopped in front of the club, where Lis was agitated, looking around, scared, frantic, and staring at her phone. I invited her into the car; her reluctance irritated me as much as it excited me. I got out of the car without caring about the looks, determined to protect her, whether she wanted it or not.
I dragged her inside, and Greg sped off, taking us to his apartment. Elisabeth was nervous, presumptuous, beautiful, and sexy... The subtle hint about being able to handle herself alone sharpened all my instincts. The image that formed in my mind was too bold to be spoken aloud, even by me. I smiled daringly, looking at her with mischief.
“If that's the case, Miss Lis… I want you to show me how you do it alone.” I said, getting out of the car.
Elisabeth got out of the car, perplexed, and raised her chin challengingly in my direction, a broad smile on her lips.
“Mr. Morgan, thanks for the ride, but what I do alone behind closed doors is my business only...” She approached me seductively, whispering in my ear - “And I do it well.”
Threatening to pull away, I sighed at the rain of sinful thoughts that formed. I grabbed her wrist, pulling it against my body, my erection rubbing against her short dress.
“Let's see if that's true… My delightful apprentice!” I teased her, pulling her into the building.
Lis was blushing with her head down. Despite her shyness, her hands didn't let go of mine. She could deny it all she wanted, but this woman desired me as much as I longed for her.
We arrived at her apartment, and she opened the door, threatening to slam it in my face. I put my foot in the door, preventing it from closing completely.
“Don't be rude, Miss, or I'll punish you for it today.” I licked my lips, watching her from head to toe, anticipating the pleasure of punishing her the way I had planned.
“What do you really want from me, Mr. Morgan?” Lis was serious, her brown eyes fixed on mine. “Do you think you can play with me whenever you want, that you can get bored and go hunt other women, and when you're done, come back here and use me? I'm not one of your models.”
She stepped back, determined. I ran my hand through my hair, evaluating the situation, and then closed the door, locking it. I approached and sat relaxed on the couch, smiling as I watched her still standing.
“There are no others, Miss Elisabeth. This is not a game...I've made that clear, and it deeply offends me that you think otherwise.”
“You're offended? And you think I feel how?” She nervously bit her lip. “For lack of a word, you were with two at the club.”
“And who did I come home with?” I smirked, presumptuous. “Greg arranged the escorts; none of them were you... There was no interaction that your enigmatic mind is projecting.”
“If I hadn't bumped into you, I probably wouldn't be in my house now!” She crossed her arms, irritated, tapping her heel on the floor. “Let's make it easy for both of us: whatever we were doing, it's not happening anymore. Whether it's professional or not, I don't care if it will ruin my career or life; I'm leaving!”
I stood up suddenly, pulling her onto my lap and grabbing her by the waist. I inhaled the scent of her neck, grazing my teeth over her skin while my hands ran over her bare, goosebumps-covered arms. I held her nape, forcing her to look at me.
“We've already settled this; you can't quit anymore... You're mine!” I whispered, almost touching her soft lips with mine. “And what we're doing is just beginning, apprentice. You don't need to feel insecure; I chose you carefully.If you need reassurance, I'll be yours only.”
“Hunf, do you expect me to believe that? I'm not foolish, Mr. Morgan, and we are nothing...” Rolling her eyes, Lis tried to get up, but I held her in my arms, laying her on the couch and hovering over her.
“The last time we were in this position, I felt you deliciously tight, latent, and warm.” I lifted Lis' dress over her marvelous thighs, squeezing and massaging her soft skin. “What do you want to do to me?”
I continued moving my hands towards the middle of her legs, tracing the pants over the fabric, pulling them to the side, and teasing the entrance of her contour.
“What did I say about wearing pants in my presence?” I shook my head, running the tip of my tongue over her lips. “Tell me, Miss Elisabeth, what do you want to be for me?”
“I…” Lis hesitated, panting, her lips slightly parted, a tempting and irresistible invitation.