"Let me go," I huff.
"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago." His shoulders heave. A chuckle rumbles up his chest.
"You're an asshole," I mutter.
"So, they say."
"And a condescending prat."
"At your service," he drawls.
And I turned to him for help? Not that I had a choice; but hell, if I stay silent, he'll walk all over me.
He'll take me for granted, use the force of his personality to subdue me, no doubt about that. Men such as him are so used to getting what they want. I'd become another of his conquests. He isn't known as the most eligible bachelor in London for his good behavior, that’s for sure. No, I can't simply give in to him. I have to intrigue him, hold his interest long enough to win his confidence, to get close to him so I can get ahold of the information I need so badly; but damn, if I am pandering to his already swollen ego for that.
I tip up my chin. "Release me," I demand.
He yawns, continues walking toward the far end of the room. What the hell? He ignored me?
I begin to struggle in earnest, shove my elbow in his groin. He huffs, glances down at me and his gaze widens.
Good. That'll teach him to underestimate me.
"Let go of me you prick," I snarl.
His biceps flex. The muscles of his forearms ripple against my back.
The next moment I fall through the air.
5
Saint
She bounces on the couch, her glorious dark hair falling about her face. She shakes it back, scrambles up. I place my hand on her shoulder.
I should let her know exactly what I have in mind for her. How I plan to ensure it's a long time before I let her go again. Oh, I've been receiving minute by minute reports of her movements; but nothing compares to having her in my office, on my couch, under me, as I proceed to strip her of every shred of dignity. As I bring her to the edge of orgasm and never let her come. "So, you obeyed me, huh?"
"What?" She frowns.
I lean in and sniff her neck. The sugar sweet scent of her arousal, magnified, more complex than before, fills my nostrils. "Good girl." I grin down at her. "You haven't had an orgasm since we last met."
Her mouth opens and closes. "You have a nerve." She tries to sit up. I apply enough pressure on her shoulder so she sinks back into the cushions.
"Take your hands off of me."
"No."
She blinks. "You can't just...just..."
"Command you?"
"Stop me," she grinds out.
"I can. I have." I straighten and she stays where she is this time. Good. "Have you eaten?"
She scowls.
"I'll take that as a no." I stalk over to the massive table that takes up almost the entire length of one side of the room. I snatch up the phone. "Meredith?"
"Saint?" M replies, "She there with you?"
"Yeah," I mutter.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Don't you trust me?" I scowl.
Her voice softens, "Be careful, Saint."
"Always." I smile. "I was going to ask for—"
"I ordered you two a late lunch," she interrupts me. "It's on its way."
There's a knock on the door.
"I think it's here already. What would we do without you?"
She chuckles. "I'm immune to your charms, but I'll accept the compliment."
I drop the phone in the cradle, stalk to the door.
A girl stands there, carrying a tray of food. Another intern? How many of them do we employ here?
I scowl at her and she pales. Her arms tremble. "Uh, may I come in?"
"No."
She gapes.
I take the tray of food from her, then shut the door in her face.
"Treat them that way and no one will want to work for you," Victoria mutters.
I turn, march over to the couch. "Pay enough money and it's surprising how much they'll put up with."
She swings her legs over, places her bag on the floor next to her. "That your personal philosophy?"
"Sure." Whatever she wants to believe.
I place the food on the coffee table next to the couch and whip off the covering. The tangy scent of soup fills the air.
Her stomach grumbles. She glances from the food to me.
"It's lentil and quinoa soup." I add, "Vegetarian, as well as filled with complex carbs."
She frowns.
I pull up a chair and seat myself opposite her, then dip a spoon into the broth. I bring it to her lips, "Open."
Her pupils dilate. Is she remembering the last time I commanded her to do so? The blood rushes to my groin.
She opens her mouth and I feed her the soup. Watch as she licks her lips. My pulse begins to thud. I feed her a few more spoonful's.
A drop clings to the edge of her mouth.
I lean in, lick it off.
She draws in a sharp breath.
"Tastes good," I murmur.
She swallows.
"The soup, I mean."
She frowns.
"What's on your mind?" I ask.
"How did you find out that I was vegetarian—?" her words trail off. "Did you have me investigated?"
"You don't think I'd let you anywhere near me without doing that, do you?"
She pales.
"I'm sure you have nothing to be worried about. After all, you are ordinary, hmm?
"Bastard," she bites out.
"Not to mention that you tend towards hypoglycemia," I mutter
She gapes at me. "You know that too?"
"Is that why you fainted?"
"Almost fainted," she scowls.
"When did you last eat? You need to keep your blood sugar levels steady."
"Why do you care?" she huffs.
"I don't." I raise my shoulders. "But I need you strong enough to answer my questions."
"Is that why you're feeding me?" Her chest heaves.
"I am doing it because it amuses me to see you lap up all the attention."
A snarl escapes her, then she raises her hand.
"Your
