Vanessa Booke - Bound to You

“I’m sorry about Friday night,” I blurt.

“Sorry? You mean you’re sorry for coming on to me even though you’re engaged?” Her tone is full of accusations.

“I wasn’t engaged when I first met you.”

“Oh sure,” she says, obviously not amused.

“I wasn’t. I came back and found out about my engagement. I don’t even want to marry her.”

“How romantic,” she says, unconvinced. “That really doesn’t make it any better.”

“Rebecca, I’ll find you another position somewhere else,” I begin to say.

“If you think you’re going to scare me off, you’re wrong,” she says, whirling around on me.

The elevator pings open and Rebecca rushes in. The elevator isn’t fast enough for her to lock me out, although it doesn’t stop her from trying. The doors close behind us, leaving the two of us alone. Rebecca steps back against the wall, trying to keep her distance from me. It’s useless. The smell of her jasmine perfume only drives me crazy. I need to scare her off. I need to make her regret coming to StoneHaven Publishing. I can’t have her around my life if I can’t have her in my bed. I’d like to think I’m strong enough, but I’m not. Having her here would only make things more complicated.

"Is it true what they say about California girls?" I ask, leaning against the elevator wall. She looks up at me with interest.

"I don't know, what do they say?"

"That you're all just begging for a good fuck.” Her eyes widen. The crimson blush across her cheeks only encourages me. “Tell me, Rebecca, do the drapes match the carpet?”

"Your father warned me about you." Her voice is low, but her breathing is rapid. I trail a line with my finger down her arm, all the way to her waist.

"Did he?” I smile. “I think you came here for another reason.”

“And what would that be?” she asks innocently.

“I think you wanted me to finish what I started in the club.”

She doesn’t move as I slide my hands down her ass. I’m instantly aroused. She feels too good against me. I push up against her, but she doesn't back down. She moves closer. I’m not sure if it’s my imagination or what, but her hips grind into mine. It takes every part of my fiber to stop myself from pushing her skirt up and fucking her right there. I want to taste her and fuck her until she remembers only my name.

"You know what else they say about California girls," she whispers, running a hand up my chest. She’s a fucking minx. She wants me just as much as I want her.

"What?”

"We have good aim." Her knee makes contact with my groin.

"Fuck!" My stomach instantly feels like it’s ready to drop out of my body. Nausea hits me like a fucking tidal wave. I instinctively kneel to the ground, clutching myself.

"Don't worry, I'll find my own way around," she says over her shoulder. The elevator pings open, and in an instant she walks out, leaving me disabled and cradling my balls. Sorry, boys, today is just not your lucky day. I look up to see a group of StoneHaven employees waiting by the elevator doors, shocked as they watch the scene unravel before them. This is one hell of a way to teach me a lesson.

Deep inside I know it won't be the last time Rebecca gives me an erection, and a kick in the balls within the same five minutes.

"Crazy redhead.” I don’t stand a chance.

That’s it. I’m making a mental list.

The Run-Like-Hell List: I, Rebecca Gellar, vow that under no circumstances will I fuck sleep with any man especially Nicholas who falls under these:

1. Arrogant.

2. Dangerously handsome.

3. Brooding.

4. Domineering.

5. Possessive.

6. Playboy.

Vanessa Booke is a lover of poetry, Rom-Coms, the combination of peanut butter and chocolate, and all things Jane Austen. She is an avid reader and graduate from Cal State University, San Bernardino where she received her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature. Vanessa lives in beautiful Southern California with her husband Ryan and their three dachshunds Zer0, Zoey, and Zelda. When she isn’t working on her novels, Vanessa spends most of her time window shopping and taking grand adventures with her partner in crime.