- Chapter 20MadisonHis fingers slid beneath the fabric of my panties, and I gasped, the sound escaping before I could stop it. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. I wanted to push him away, to tell him this was inappropriate. Instead, I found myself arching into his touch.
“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper, though my resolve wavered with each stroke of his fingers.
“Making sure you understand your new role,” he replied, his voice a dark promise.
“My new role?” My breath hitched as his fingers dipped lower, teasing the edge of my most sensitive spot. “I thought we were
discussing the sche
“Oh, we will,” he said with a smirk. “But first things first.”
His fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. This was madness. We
were in his office, for crying out loud!
“Mr. Knight, please-
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My protest turned into a moan as he pressed harder.
“You’re wet,” he observed, his tone almost clinical. “And don’t pretend this doesn’t turn you on.”
“I-” My words failed me as he slipped a finger inside me, curling it just right.
“See?” He withdrew his finger slowly before thrusting back in. “Your body knows what it wants.”
My knees wobbled, and I clutched at his shoulders for support. My rational part screamed that this was wrong on so many
levels. But the rest of me? The rest of me was lost in the sensation of his touch.
“I can’t-” I started, but he silenced me with a kiss.
His lips were firm and demanding against mine. I opened my mouth to protest further, but he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. His tongue teased mine, coaxing me to respond.
I melted into him, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. His hand moved skillfully between my legs, fingers sliding deeper into my pussy, stretching me with a delicious ache.
Two fingers became three, filling me completely. I moaned into his mouth, unable to help myself. His fingers thrust in and out with a rhythm that had me seeing stars. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more.
I gasped when his lips moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. “This is… we can’t
“Shh,” he murmured against my skin, making me shiver. “Just feel.”
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl. I was so close, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
My breath came in short, ragged bursts as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within me.
Then, just as I thought I was about to fall over the edge, his phone rang.
The shrill sound cut through the fog of pleasure like a knife. Alexander froze, his fingers still buried inside me. His eyes widened slightly as if remembering something important.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
I stumbled forward, my legs shaky as he withdrew his fingers. A whimper escaped my throat at the sudden emptiness I pressed my thighs together, desperate to hold onto the lingering sensation.
He stepped back, fishing his phone out of his pants with a look of mild annoyance.
I tried to steady my breathing, adjusting my skirt with trembling hands. My panties were soaked, clinging uncomfortably
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He paced near his desk, speaking in low tones. I caught fragments of the conversation about location and timing, but my brain was too foggy with arousal to make sense of it.
“Fine. Yes. I’ll be there.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Give me ten minutes.”
I watched as he pulled a tissue from the box on his desk, methodically cleaning his fingers. The sight made my face burn – those same fingers had just been… God, I couldn’t even finish the thought.
“Well, Miss Harper.” His voice snapped me back to reality. “Duty calls.”
“Right.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound professional. Like he hadn’t just had me moaning against his office wall. “Should I reschedule your morning meetings?”
“No need.” He tossed the
in the bin. “I won’t be long. Continue with your work.”
How did he look so put together while I felt like a mess?
“And Madison?” He paused at the
e door, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. “Try to focus on actual work while I’m gone.
My cheeks flamed. “I always focus on work.”
“Mm–hmm.” His eyes dropped to my still–trembling thighs. “We’ll finish our discussion later.”
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with my frustrated arousal and mortification.
I pressed my cold hands to my burning cheeks. What the hell just happened? My body still hummed with unfulfilled desire,
and my legs felt like jelly. I needed to get myself together.
Grabbing my purse, I bolted for the washroom. Thank god it was empty. The fluorescent lights weren’t kind to my reflection – flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and my carefully applied mascara had smudged a bit at the corners.
“Pull yourself together, Madison,” I muttered, dabbing at my face with a damp paper towel. My hands shook as I reapplied my
lipstick.
Back at my desk, I threw myself into work–spreadsheets, client meetings, email responses–simple, logical tasks that didn’t involve wandering hands or… No. Focus.
–
I typed furiously, determined to lose myself in the mundane details of corporate life. The familiar rhythm of keystrokes helped steady my racing thoughts.
The click of heels against marble made me look up, and I winced inwardly as I saw who it was. Scarlett Reynolds strode through the office like she owned it, turning heads with her perfect blonde hair and designer outfit.
Her Louboutins were likely pricier than my rent, and that Hermès bag swinging from her arm could cover my mother’s
medical bills for a year.
“Where’s Alexander?” She planted herself in front of my desk, not bothering with pleasantries. Being his friend apparently gave her special privileges, including the right to barge in whenever she pleased. I had been trying to avoid any confrontation with her, but today was not my lucky day.
I kept my expression neutral. “Mr. Knight stepped out for an urgent meeting. I can take a message if you’d like.”
“No need ” She waved her manicured hand dismissively. “I’ll wait in his office.”
Before I could protest, she was already pushing the door open. “Bring me a coffee, would you? Almond milk, sugar–free vanilla, one Splenda. And make sure it’s hot.”
I blinked at Scarlett’s retreating form, her perfectly toned ass swaying in what had to be a custom–tailored pencil skirt, Who orders coffee like that? What was this, some bougie coffee shop where baristas wrote your name with a heart?
My fingers drummed against my desk. I could just not bring her coffee. But that would probably cause more drama than it
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With a sigh, I headed to the pantry. At least making coffee would give my hands something to do besides shake from my earlier encounter with Alexander. God, his fingers… No. Coffee. Focus on coffee.
The pantry was mercifully empty. I grabbed a mug–not the fancy ones we used for clients, but not the chipped one, either. I wouldn’t want Her Highness to have a meltdown over ceramic imperfections.
As I waited for the coffee to brew, my mind wandered. How many women like Scarlett walked into his office? How many others had he touched the way he touched me? The thought made my stomach clench.
“Stop it,” I muttered, measuring out the Splenda. “You’re being ridiculous.”
But the images kept coming. Alexander at fancy restaurants with supermodel types. Alexander in dark clubs with women who knew exactly what they were doing. Alexander in hotel rooms with-
The coffee machine beeped, startling me. Some had spilled onto the counter while I was lost in my stupid fantasies.
I wiped the counter with more force than necessary.
I poured the coffee, added the almond milk (thank god we had some), and the sugar–free vanilla syrup I found tucked behind the regular
bought that?
My reflection in the chrome coffee machine looked frazzled. My hair was slightly messed up (thanks to someone’s
wandering hands), and my lipstick was not quite perfect. Meanwhile, Scarlett probably emerged from the womb wearing
Chanel and knowing how to contour.
“It’s just coffee,” I told myself, stirring the concoctionWERME
Just other task–like filing or scheduling meetings or not
thinking about your boss’s fingers inside–” I stopped, horrified at where my thoughts were going.
Focus. Work. Professional boundaries. Even if those boundaries had been thoroughly demolished against his office wall less
than an hour ago.
The walk back to his office felt like a walk of shame, balancing her precious coffee.
I wondered if she could tell what had happened earlier in that room. If she could somehow smell the lingering arousal or see the ghost of Alexander’s touch on my skin.
I pushed Alexander’s office door open, the coffee cup trembling slightly in my hand. Scarlett had made herself at home on his leather couch, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone with perfectly manicured nails.
My heels clicked against the hardwood as I approached. “Your coffee, Ms. Reynolds.”
She glanced up, nose wrinkling. “Took you long enough. Is it still hot?”
“Yes, made fresh.” I set it on the side table, careful not to spill. “Mr. Knight might be a while. Perhaps you’d be more
comfortable waiting in the reception area?”
Scarlett’s perfectly plucked eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“Company policy. We don’t typically allow visitors to wait unattended in private offices.” The words came out smoother than
I felt
She laughed, a sharp, tinkling sound like breaking glass. “Oh honey, do you know who I am?”
“Ms Reynolds, 1-”
“Save it.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Just go back to your little desk and do whatever the assistants do. File papers, answer phones, fetch coffee.” Her lips curved into a smirk. “That’s what you’re good at, right?”
Heat crept up my neck. I kept my voice steady and professional “Mr. Knight’s office contains sensitive documents and-”
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“And I’ve known Alexander since college.” She took a deliberate sip of coffee. “I’ve been in this office more times than you’ve probably been in a Whole Foods.”
I blinked at the odd insult. Was shopping at Whole Foods some kind of status symbol I’d missed?
“Nevertheless-”
“Just go.” She turned back to her phone. “Shoo. Whatever little power trip you’re on? It’s sad.”
My jaw clenched. I wanted to tell her exactly where she could shoo to, but instead, I straightened my spine and walked out. Let her sit there. Let her wait all day for all I cared.
I had actual work to do, unlike some people whose only job seemed to be looking expensive and acting entitled.
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Chapter 21
Alexander
The morning sun beat down as John pulled up to Café Laurent.
“I’ll call when I’m done.” I straightened my tie and stepped onto the sidewalk.
The hostess practically tripped over herself, leading me to Leo’s table. He sat in the corner booth, already nursing what
looked like his second espresso.
“You’re late.” Leo didn’t look up from his phone.
“Traffic.” I slid into the leather booth across from him. “Or maybe I just enjoy making you wait.”
A waitress materialized at our table, pen poised. “Your usual, Mr. Knight?”
“Black coffee.”
ene footage I’d been reviewing. “Take a look at this.”
Once she left, I pulled out my tablet and pulled up
I swiped through the footage, zooming in on a particular sequence. “See this woman here? She keeps showing up.”
Leo leaned forward, squinting at the screen. “Timestamp?”
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“First appearance at 7:47 PM.” I tapped the screen, pointing to a blonde in a red dress hovering near the bar. “Then again at 7:
55 near the restrooms.
“Could be a coincidence!”
“Watch.” I switched to another clip. The same woman appeared in the background, pretending to check her phone while clearly watching my table. “She circles the room three more times.”
Leo’s brow furrowed. “Got any clear shots of her face?”
“That’s the problem.” I zoomed in, but the image pixelated. “She’s careful to keep her head turned or stay just out of frame.”
“Professional,” Leo muttered.
I flipped to the most interesting clip. “Here’s where it gets good.” The footage showed her ducking behind a column and meeting someone in the shadows. Their exchange lasted less than thirty seconds.
“Can’t make out who she’s talking to,” Leo said.
“Exactly. They knew where the cameras were.” I rewound the footage. “See how they position themselves? Just at the edge of
the frame, backs to the camera.”
“Shit ” Leo drained his espresso. “You think this connects to the drugging?”
“Timeline fits.”
The waitress returned with my coffee. I switched off the tablet, not wanting her to glimpse the footage.
The waitress set down iny coffee and flashed a practiced smile. “Is there Anything else I can get you, gentlemen?”
“We’re good. “I waited until her heels clicked away before continuing. “I need more angles on this. Get footage from other cameras, such as the lobby, elevators, and parking garage. And expand the timeframe – at least two hours before and after. I want everything. Every single frame where she appears.”
Leo ran a hand through his hair. “Could be nothing. Maybe she just wanted to hook up with the infamous Alexander Knight.” He smirked “Not everyone’s out to drug you. Some women just can’t resist staring at your pretty face”
“Fuck off.” I took a sip of coffee. “We can’t jump to conclusions without concrete evidence. For all we know, she could be
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in unvolved with a competitor trying to get dirt on me.“he
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“That’s it?ifdiraised an eyebrow. “You drag me across town for breakfast just to tell me you’ve got nothothing?”
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“We’re literallylistiscussing work right now.”
“Yeah, bubin infanfancytenféleHe grinned. “Much better than your stuffy office.“ce.”
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to me with thatititaitangirl of his.
said. “If anything pops up, you’ll be my first call all
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meeting. “Try not to take another week to tell me you’ve four
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better.”
As I walked out of Café Laurent,utçõululärehelp but think about the mysterious woman in red. Who was she? And what did she want? My mind raced with popsibilitilities as Idlid into the backseat of the waiting car.car
“Back to the office, John “n.”
The ride was uneventful, save for the loc casianiahabhunk of an impatient driver. New York City never slept, and neither did its
traffiche
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The elevator dinged and opened to my lodnoAsAsvallallieb down the hall, bnoticed Madison’s desk was empty. It was not a t surprise, she often grabbed coffee around thishtiment. utawas her little ritual–something about needing a jolt of caffeine to handle my charming personality, no doubtibt.
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not Scarlett. But calling her out would only lead to unnecessary drainm Didshetonow?”
‘Mhmm” Scarlett stretched, her dress riding up her thighe ‘She’s quitaitha helpfifletthathing.”
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“Cut the act. Why are you really here?” I settled into my chair, putting the desk between us.
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the slit in her dress revealing more than necessary. “You’ve been ignoring my caliss
“I’ve been busy. That’s why I ignore calls. Take the hint.”
“Too busy for an old friend?” She pouted, rising from the couch with the grace of a cat. “That’s not like you, Alexander
“Running a company tends to fill up the calendar” I opened my laptop, making the dismissal clear.
“Remember when we used to make time for each other?” Her hand reached for my tie, but I caught her wrist. “You used too
love my calls, especially those late–night ones.
Sure, she’d been a good lay, but that’s all it was. Just two consenting adults scratching an itch. No strings, no complications, no emotional baggage. That was my style, and she’d known it from the start.
“That was months ago.” I released her hand. “What’s this really about?”
“Can’t a girl just miss you?” She bit her lower him what was probably meant to be seductive. “We had fun, didn’t we?”
“We did. Past tense. State your business or leave. Some of us have work to do.”
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