Episode 3: Caroline Lee
“I’m happy to meet with everyone personally this afternoon. For now, though, I’ll need Ms. Smart to meet me in Mr. Wright’s office immediately. We need to discuss the…merger.”
Betty Lou was almost certain that no one else had heard the slight pause between Mr. Bastion’s last two words. Those gorgeous blue eyes had pierced her when he’d said it, and she had found herself unable to draw in a full breath. The rest of the management team had filed out of the board room, completely at ease with the professional way their new boss had handled the meeting and the merger in general, leaving Betty Lou to wonder why she was the only one so affected by Mr. Bastion’s commanding presence.
She’d fled to her tiny office, and spent a good five minutes getting her breathing—and her raging arousal—under check. Then she remembered his demand that she meet with him, and cursed silently at the way she’d been dilly-dallying. Sure, they’d shared a kick-ass night together, and oh God just remembering the way he could use his tongue made her knees weak. But that history was no reason to think that he wanted anything from her except a professional and efficient manager-boss relationship.
So now she stood outside Mr. Wright’s office, the office where she’d sat through countless widget-making discussions, wondering at Mr. Bastion’s brazen move to commandeer it. She knocked timidly, and from within came that deep, masterful voice: “Come in, Ms. Smart.”
She swallowed, forced herself to push open the door, and stepped inside.
He was sitting in Mr. Wright’s chair, completely at ease behind another man’s desk. Unbelievably, he’d gotten sexier somehow, and more imposing. As the door shut behind her, he came to his feet and rounded the desk towards her.
Betty Lou took a step back, feeling her heart speed up in response to the way he held her with that powerful gaze. She remembered his hands, strong and dominating, on her skin, and had to tamp down a delicious shudder.
“The rest of your co-workers will be meeting me here in an hour, Ms. Smart.” Betty Lou nodded hesitantly. So why am I here alone, now? “But you and I have some business to attend to, first.”
She forced herself to nod. “Mr. Wright put most of the HR into my hands, sir. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll grab my laptop to go over—”
And then he was in front of her, and she apparently forgot how to speak. Tilting her head back to stare up at him, her tongue flicked out to lick suddenly-dry lips, and his curled into a sexy little grin that promised… something. What?
“The former owner told me all sorts of things about your place here in the company, Ms. Smart.”
Betty Lou swallowed, sure her voice couldn’t raise above a whisper. “Yes, sir.”
“And I have a wonderful memory of the evening after Chris and Diane’s wedding.” Betty Lou would’ve groaned and turned away in embarrassment, but knew it would be a mistake to drop his masterful gaze. “I’ve purchased the company, and therefore your services. Mr. Wright spoke highly of you as his ‘right-hand woman’, and I’d like to keep you in that… position.”
Position. There were all sorts of positions she would like to find herself in with this man, again. Just his voice was conjuring up memories of the way he’d commanded her to take him in her mouth, or to climb up on the bed on all fours. She’d done things that night she’d never imagined doing before… and loved them.
So she said what she knew he wanted to hear. “Yes, sir.”
That smile again, and he took a step back. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”
She couldn’t decide if she was desperate to escape the office, and have the chance to tamp down on her arousal, or if she wanted to wrap her arms around him right now and beg him to let her kiss him.
But he wouldn’t let her make the decision herself. Crooking a finger, he beckoned her closer to the desk and moved to settle down behind it once more.
“Now, since you’re here to discuss your future, let’s see what you can do to convince me of your value. Remember that I’m your new boss, now, and if you want to keep your position in my company, you’ll need to say what I want to hear.”
And so, her pulse beating loudly in her ears, Betty Lou sucked in an excited breath, imagination running wild. “Yes, sir, Mr. Bastion.”