deadly look. “She’s not-“
The billionaire cut her off, “I don’t have time for any more mishaps. I’ll review the applications tonight and make a decision by the morning. Get out.”
Stein lowered her head, “Yes, of course.” Her eyes darted back and forth. She looked like she might literally implode from not getting the chance to tell him the truth about Taylor.
But then she was gone, and Taylor was completely alone with Colton Marcus.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. In fact, she wasn’t even sure why it was happening at all. Maybe he was a lunatic. Maybe he just couldn’t take rejection, of any kind.
The billionaire folded the pocket square and placed it back in the front pocket of his blazer.
Then he stepped right in front of her. So close, he literally made her gasp. No man had ever been this close to her, excluding her cynical father and her abusive high school boyfriend, and she began to tremble.
“Introduce yourself,” he ordered.
“I… I’m Taylor. T… Taylor Ward,” she stammered.
He smiled, and then reached out his hand. “I’m Colton. Colton Marcus.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off his, as if somehow he would pounce on her like a jungle cat if she did. But she forgot to raise her own hand.
He cleared his throat, and his eyes narrowed tightly again. She found herself liking his angry expressions more and more. “Do I have to physically take your hand, or are you going to meet me halfway?” he said.
She looked down at his hand, and realized that she hadn’t reciprocated his introductory shake.
She gulped out loud, and then reached her hand out towards him. His lips curled devilishly and his nostrils flared, then he took her hand in his. A surge of electricity pulsed through every cell in her body. And for whatever reason, he didn’t let go.
His smile disappeared as he abruptly pulled her body towards him, causing her breasts to brush up against his chest.
She should have screamed. Or kicked him in the groin. Or at least tried to run. But all she could do was stand there, her chest up against his, her heart beating faster than it could probably take.
Why is he doing this to me? All she could think was that she must have really triggered some deep emotional wound inside of him that caused him to be this pissed off at her.
“Do you have a hard time following rules, Ms. Ward?”
She realized that she was supposed to answer. But she couldn’t speak. Hell, she could barely breathe. Truth be told, she was usually quite good at following the rules, but she couldn’t tell him that.
He looked even angrier now that she hadn’t yet answered his simple question. He dragged his finger up her neck and slowly tilted her chin upwards.
There wasn’t a single window in this room, meaning he could do whatever he wanted to her right now and it would be her word against his.
He pulled her into him even closer, and she immediately felt his hard cock press into her crotch.
This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare. Either way, it couldn’t be real.
His eyes widened as his tongue protruded slightly out and rested beneath his upper lip. All she could do was freeze, and feel his erection press into her.
No , she thought. She couldn’t believe it, but she was wet inside her panties. Wet for a man she didn’t know and certainly didn’t trust anymore than a random prison inmate.
I never should have walked into this room , she repeated to herself.
“Let me make myself clear, Taylor,” he rasped. She didn’t have a clue what he was up to, or why he was messing with her like this, but the way he said her first name further weakened whatever resolve she had left. “Nobody breaks my rules.” He reached around her back and slid his hand up her dress, resting it on the back of her ass. “Do I make myself clear?” he asked as he squeezed her cheek in his hand.
Okay, this was clearly sexual assault . Or was it? Because nobody was forcing her to play whatever sick game he was