Screwing the System (32 page)

I was a bundle of neuroses wrapped up in designer clothing by the time I finally reached the front door. Was he only here because I’d ordered yet another porn DVD? Was he after getting his comics back? How much was I going to have to grovel to get back in his good graces? I knew I couldn’t answer any of these questions without opening the door, so I reached out and turned the handle with a sweaty hand.

“Hey, how ya doing?” Ollie asked, a small smile playing around his lips. He started twirling his wristbands and was jiggling more than usual. “Um, I’m sorry about storming off yesterday. I’m not usually such a drama queen, but I was a bit shaken up by the whole thing.”

I was flabbergasted. I stared at him with my mouth hanging open until the unease in his eyes made me remember my manners. I pulled the door wide open. “You got time to come in for a moment? I could make you a coffee to say sorry for being such an ungrateful tosser.”

He grinned as if in relief, then tore back a Velcro strip on one of his wristbands to reveal a watch face. “Yeah, I could probably spare fifteen minutes or so. I mean, I shouldn’t, but who’s gonna know? I can just say I got stuck in traffic.” He gave me a wicked smile and had a glint in his eyes that made my heart start to pound.

I wordlessly led the way to my kitchen, trying desperately to convince my body that soaking itself in sweat was not the best plan of action right now. Needless to say, it didn’t bloody well listen to me.

“Wow! Great place you’ve got here. I was too panicked to notice it all yesterday.” Ollie spun around in the middle of the kitchen, peered out over the courtyard garden, then his gaze skittered over my coffeemaker. “Shit, you’ve got an Elektra Micro Casa! These things are fucking beautiful.” He stroked a hand over the brass body. “Looks proper steampunk, that does. Like I said, you’ve got great taste.”

He turned to me, and my mouth dried up. I swallowed hard. “You want a coffee, then?”

Ollie shook his head, a mischievous smile quirking his lips. “Not really. Maybe next time, though.”

He took a step closer, his eyes sparkling, and I started to panic at my body’s instinctive reaction to him. I couldn’t get properly hard when I was bloated with fluid, could I? I was starting to doubt my previous certainty.

“Juice?” I offered. “Soda water?” Anything to take my mind off the way my blood was racing south.

“There is something I’d like to taste,” Ollie said, stepping well into my personal space. I took a step back and ended up trapped against the worktop.

“Yeah?” I croaked, unable to take my eyes off his as he moved right up close until we were practically touching. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I wanted nothing more than to pull him to me, but my hands seemed to be glued to the worktop.

“Yeah,” Ollie replied, then slipped his arms around my waist and craned up on tiptoe until our lips brushed together.

Screwing the System

Josephine Myles

He’s nobody’s bitch. Until he gets a ride on the bitch seat.

Forced to apply for a job he doesn’t want, Cosmo Rawlins has only one aim in mind: fail the interview and get back to making music. Except his attempt to shock the older, sharp-suited Alasdair Grant doesn’t have the desired effect.

Instead of getting thrown out of the office by flaunting an interest in BDSM, Cosmo finds himself on his knees, apologizing to the sexy, good-looking Top.

Alasdair has more important things on his mind than training a novice sub, especially a rebellious bad boy like Cosmo. But there’s something beneath the younger man’s defiant attitude that’s too intriguing to ignore.

As Alasdair takes Cosmo in hand—and for a wild ride on his Harley—he becomes obsessed with bending the young rocker to his will, both in and out of bed. Until he goes one demand too far, and Cosmo is gone in a cloud of dust. Forcing Alasdair to admit that earning Cosmo’s loyalty—and love—will involve the toughest challenge he’s ever faced.

Warning: This title contains an overbearing Top with a less-than-glamorous job, a rebellious brat who refuses to call him sir, and a total lack of high-end BDSM clubs or playrooms. Expect floggings over the kitchen table instead.

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Screwing the System

Copyright © 2013 by Josephine Myles

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