The Drazen World: Torn (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Torn #1) (4 page)

              I shake my head slightly,
pull it together.
“It’s
Ms.
Winters, not
Mrs.”
My eyes confidently lock with his.

              A knowing smirk slides across his beautiful full lips, as a fire ignites in his eyes making them twinkle with the promise of pleasure.  “Ms. Winters. I apologies for the mistake.”  His husky voice plays my body like a stringed instrument hitting all the right notes.  “Please have a seat.”  He motions to the chair in front of his desk.  His smile is warm, show casing his full lips and straight while teeth.

              I confidently walk to the chair and sit on the edge of the seat.  Crossing my legs, I purposely run my hands along the top of my skirt.  Out of the corner of my eye I catch him following my fingers as they travel along the top of my thighs.

              His strong angular jaw clinches with self-control. 
Good he likes what he sees.

             
I admired the way he carries himself, sliding effortlessly into the leather chair behind the desk.  Pulling my folder to the edge of the desk, his hands softly stroking the thick corner.  My eyes snap to his fingers as they stroke and flick the edge softly.  With each flick of his finger my clit tingles with want.  I tighten my thighs together, my panties already wet with need.  “I’m a little baffled at something.”  His green eyes snap up from the folder and lock onto mine with a purpose.  “You have a MBA?”

              “Yes Sir.”  I purposely choose those words to see what reaction I’ll get.

              His lips part and his eyes ignite with heat.

             
Bingo.

             
“From…”  His eyes snap back to the paper, scanning for information.  “Harvard?”  He smirks.  “I won’t hold that against you.”

              My witty comeback is immediate.  “Like your MBA from Stanford is any better?”  I want him to know, I’m not intimidated or distracted.

             
His eyes snap to mine, studying my face.  A knowing grin ghosts across his gorgeous lips.  He knows I’ve been checking him out, but not for the reason he thinks.

              “I see I’ve been the subject of some research?”  His voice is laced with amusement.

              I want to laugh out loud.  There’s not a woman alive who hasn’t googled his name, if for nothing else but to look at a nice piece of eye candy.  “I like to know who I’m working for, Mr. Drazen.”  I raise a skeptical eyebrow.

              He openly chuckles, “did I pass?”  His eyes dance with a cocky humor.

              I flash him a playful smirk.  “Well I won’t hold Stanford against you, or Penn state.”  My eyes stay firmly locked on him.

              A sexy chuckle rumbles from his chest.  Tossing my folder on the desk, “touche Ms. Winters.  May I call you Faith?”  His strong muscular hands rest on top of his desk.

              “Sure.” I shrug noncommittally.  I can’t tear my eyes away from his hands.  On the outside I look confident and calm.  On the inside my common sense has melted into a needy sex kitten, ready to let him do anything to my body he wants. 
What’s with this guy?

              His smile melts, I miss its warmth immediately.  My stomach drops as his eyebrows dip into a frown.  “I’m just a little confused.  What’s a summa cume laude, with a MBA from Harvard, doing working as an assistant?”

              “I’ve only been with the company for eight months.”  I try to hide my fear, I don’t need him getting suspicious of my cover.

              “You should have been brought in as management.”  He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin.

              “A management position was not available when I applied.”  I’m hoping this is leading where I think it is.

              “I’ve checked your work.  It’s exemplary.  You should have been promoted months ago.”

              I shrug my shoulders. 
Then why don’t you promote me now.

              I watch as he leans forward, reaching for the bottom right hand drawer of the desk.  Sliding it open, his eyes intently search for something.

              As he searches through the draw, this allows me a chance to really look at the man in front of me.  No picture I’ve seen does him justice.  My eyes roam his strong angular jaw, full lips and copper hair.  It’s not just his looks that make him so damn appealing.  The man oozes sex.  Not your ordinary missionary style sex.  No, he oozed the hot and sweaty, cloths ripping, nail scratching, fucking up against a wall kind of sex.  My body immediately burns white hot, wanting something that I haven’t wanted in years. 
Stop. It. Now!

              I’m snapped out of my sex induced haze when he pulls a blue folder out of the drawer, tapping it against the desk.  “I’d like to give you an assignment.  See what you got.”  His eyes flash with an erotic double meaning.

              “All right.  Let’s see what you’ve got.”  I throw his innuendo right back at him.

              His face lights up, making my heart rate flutter.  “You’ve heard about my luxury hotel and bar in Vancouver?”  His eyes watch me like a hawk, trying to read my reaction.

              “Yes I have.” 
I know about all your real estate ventures.

              “What you don’t know, is that for the first nine months I lost money on the property.  Hell if I’m honest the whole venture was a cluster fuck from the time I broke ground.”  Suddenly his eyes react to the language he just used.  “Excuse the language.”

              “Not an issue, I’ve said worse.”  I throw him a sexy grin.

              He chuckles, “I bet you have.”  His eyes thin on my lips, studying them intently.  “This is one of the files on my Vancouver property.  I’ll tell Jan to give you access to the server.”

             
Jan must be Ms. Botox who summoned me here.
  “Okay.”  I nod, my eyes flickering between his and the folder. 
Hopefully, that will include access to any files on his China property too.

              “What I want is simple really.  I want you to tell me what went wrong.”

              “Wrong?”  I cock my head in confusion.

              “Yes, Wrong.  I want a report detailing what you think went wrong in Vancouver and what I can do in the future to correct the issues.”  His lips twitch, “I hate spending money frivolously, unless it’s on a beautiful woman.”

              “I can do that.”  I smile confidently, ignoring the last part of his sentence.  What he doesn’t know, I’ve already seen all the files on Vancouver.  “Thanks for the opportunity.”
  This report will be a piece of cake.
I stand, reaching for the file.  “I’ll have the report on your desk first thing in the morning.” 

              He playfully pulls the file back, standing behind his desk.  “No.  I want the report by end of business today.”  He extends the folder toward me, smirking.

              “Excuse me?”  I acted surprised.

              “I would like the report by the end of the day.  Is that a problem?”  He sarcastically arches his eyebrow. 

             
He’s playing with me. 
“Not at all Sir.”  I smile, standing my ground with confidence.  The last thing I want is for him to think is that I can’t do the job.

              “Great.  Lucky for you my day doesn’t end until seven or eight tonight.  You have some extra time.”

             
I won’t need it. 
I snatch the folder from his strong fingers.  “Okay, you’ll have it on your desk by the end of day.” 

              We both stand, staring, only a desk separating us. Why do I want to throw myself over the desk, offering myself up as a sacrifice?

              “Great.”  His lips curve into an evil smirk.

              “Fine.”  I match his smile.  “Is that all Mr. Drazen?”

              “Please, call me Johnathan.”  His eyes dropping from my face to my cleavage, then back to my lips.

              “Thank you Mr. Drazen.”  I turn on my heels, smirking as I walk out of his office and toward my cubical.  He has no idea who he’s playing with.

              A little under three hours later, I tap firmly on his door.  In my hands, I hold the very report that’s going to land me a firm position in his organization,

              “Come in.”  His voice hits my body, making it come alive.

              I step into his office, quietly shutting the door.  “I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Drazen.  Do you have a few seconds?”  I hold the folder, with my report on top.

              “Sure, what questions did you have?”  His eyes scan me from head to toe.

              I inwardly smile,
he thinks I don’t have the report done.
“No questions, Sir.  You wanted my report on Vancouver by the end of the day.”

              “Yes.”  His eyebrows drop in confusion.

              “Here it is.”  I extend my arm, offering him a completely bound, professionally done report.

              His fingers brush with mine as he takes the report.  “You’re finished?”  His eyes widen flooding with astonishment.

              “Yes Sir.”  I smile warmly.  “Oh, I also uploaded my report to the server along with bar graphs and the research I used to come to my conclusions.”  The corner of my mouth curls softly into a sexy confident smile.

              I stand and wait, watching as he flips through my report.  His eyes scan some of the pages intently and skip over others.  “Impressive.” He flips the report shut, his eyes hungrily roaming my body.  “Very impressive, Ms.  Winters.”  He walks behind his desk, sliding my report into his briefcase.  Slowly his eyes scan my body, a look of appreciation and lust firing behind his lush copper lashes.  “I’d like to keep you on.  If you’d like to stay.”

             
Thank fuck.
  “Thank you.”  I smile, genuinely glad he’s keeping me on board.

              “I’ll take that as a yes then?”  His lips twitch with humor.

              “Sorry.  Yes.  That’s a yes.”

              “Wonderful.”  He grabs a small pad of paper, and scribbles something in pencil.  “Here.”  He holds the paper out, purposely brushing his fingers against mine.

              I take the piece of paper, my eyes widening with disbelieve.  “Is this…”

              “Your new salary?  Yes.”  Sliding into his chair and getting comfortable.  “Human resources will be putting together a package for you with other various perks, but that will be your starting salary with bonuses tied to your performance.”

             
Holy fuck. 
The number I’m looking at is three time what the FBI is paying me.

              “Also, you’ll be moved into the office across the hall from mine.” His eyes shimmer with pleasure.

              “What?”  My eyes snap to the office across the hall.  It’s enormous. With windows.

              “It’s almost identical to this office, just a little smaller.”  He smirks.

              “Wow.”  I whisper.  I’m totally caught off guard.  I did not expect this.

              He coughs coyly, looking at me through his gorgeous copper lashes.  “Have dinner with me.  I’d like to discuss the opportunities I have in mind for you.”

             
Oh I bet you do. 
I know this is what the FBI has been waiting for. My objective was to get his attention, but since I’ve gotten his attention I don’t know if I can handle him.  He’s like a damn drug and I can’t allow myself to get hooked on what he’s selling.

              I swallow, squaring my shoulders.  “I’d love to explore my opportunities here.” 
Shit, did I just say explore. 
“I mean, I’d love to discuss what opportunities for advancement are available, but...”

              “Great.  No but’s.  We can discuss everything over dinner.”

              “I can’t have dinner with you.  I’d like to keep any job promotions on a very professional level.  I don’t want people thinking I’m getting promoted because I’m… Well you know.”  A slight blush heats my face.
Shit.

              “You mean you don’t want them to think you’re fucking the boss to get a head.”  An evil grin creeps across his face.  His eyes swirl with the promise of what he wants to do to me.

              “Well, yes.  Isn’t that what it would look like Mr. Drazen?”

              “Johnathan.”  He leans forward, resting his elbows on his desk.  “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck what other people think.”

              “That’s because you’re the boss.  You don’t have to care what they think, you don’t have to work with them.”  I point toward his door.

              “I don’t have to take you to dinner to fuck you.”

              The air crackles between us, as his green eyes sear down my body.

              “I have plans.  I’m sorry…”

              “Break them.”  He cuts me off.  He sounds like a man that’s not used to getting told no.