Seduced (At His Disposal #1)

Sienna Fox's first days of work at Carter Research are enough to bore her to tears, but she has run out of other options.



When she is summoned to meet her boss, the mysterious Mr. Delfine, she expects to meet a boring suit, similar to her other colleagues.



Turns out, he couldn't be more different to how she'd pictured him. Sienna tries to fight her attraction to him, but he has plans for her - and he's not taking no for an answer...





Part 1 of the At His Disposal erotica series

6,000 words



Excerpt

Oh no. It was the same guy from the lobby three days ago. And I had just sloshed Merlot all over his pristine white dress shirt.

I turned back to the bar and grabbed a handful of napkins. "I'm sorry," I muttered, weakly rubbing at his chest, before my brain kicked in and told me to stop. I paused with my hand inches from him. I'd had just enough time to register the hard abs sitting underneath the crisp cotton, and felt my insides clench involuntarily.

He grabbed my wrist with a force that made me gasp. "Stop. You'll make it worse."

"Let go of my arm."

His eyes blazed. His hand was like a vice around my wrist. He smirked and stroked the sensitive skin with his thumb, without loosening his grip. "That's twice you've practically assaulted me."

I tried to ignore the pleasure coursing through me from his stroking. There was something so suggestive about the movement, even through the pain. "I said let go of my arm," I repeated, reluctantly.

He let go, but regarded me coldly. "We've got a feisty one here," he said, half to himself. He stepped forward a half step - not far, but it brought him so close that my nose was almost touching his chest. I could smell his spicy cologne and the faintest hint of sweat.

He leaned his head to one side. "I bet I could knock some of that fight out of you," he whispered throatily. His hand skimmed against my hip, so softly I thought I might have imagined it.

I felt my nipples stiffen, and cursed myself for not wearing a bra. The room was dimly-lit but he was right beside me. I hoped he couldn't see the effect his words were having on me. I was incensed, but my body wasn't cooperating.

"In your dreams. You've got a nerve," I answered haughtily, sneaking a glanced downwards. I was dismayed to see my nipples visible through the silk.

He'd seen them too, apparently. He chuckled in my ear, and I gasped when I felt a hand firmly cup my breast, squeezing it before circling around my nipple.

I looked around sharply. "What are you doing?" I hissed. I suddenly felt conspicuous, but no one else in the room seemed to have noticed.