Insatiable by Mirrah Page A

the other into a folder to place in Mr. Hart’s inbox. First thing Tuesday morning, I wanted it on his desk for review. I grabbed my coat and purse and closed my office door.
    “Hello, Helena,” I greeted the company’s cleaning lady on my way to Mr. Hart’s office.
    “What are you still doing here, Bella?” She chastised me, “It is a three-day weekend, and everyone has long gone home.”
    “I had to finish up a report for my boss, Helena.”
    “A woman as beautiful as yourself should be out to dinner getting wined and dined.”
    “I’m leaving. A bath and glass of wine have my name on it,” I replied.
    “Bella, a hot bath and wine are fine, but what you need is a man with a big cock to remind you that you’re a woman!”
    I chuckled. Helena always said the same old thing.
    “I’ll work on that.”
    “You give too much of yourself to this job! You must make a life outside of this place.”
    I looked down into her tired grey eyes and saw bags under them. Helena was a mother of three young kids. Her husband walked out on them over a year ago. She worked hard to provide for her family. I pulled out a fifty dollar bill and slipped it into her pocket.
    “Bella, you don’t have to do that.”
    “This is my treat. Buy your kids a hearty dinner tonight.
    “Thank you. God will bless you.”
    “He has blessed me, so I’d like to bless you.”
    Helena’s smile softened her face. Her eyes sparkled when she pulled out the bill from her sweater pocket.
    “This is too much,” she said as she tried to give me back the money.
    “My treat; and no, I won’t take it back.”
    “You have a good weekend. Don’t forget to get laid.” Those were her parting words when she rolled the cleaning cart to the other side of the building to finish up the floor.
    I shook my head. I needed to get laid, all right; but I wasn’t the type of girl who indulged in one-night stands.
     

 
    Chapter Two
    I was surprised to see Mr. Hart’s light on, but I was sure he had left for the weekend. Closing the door, I walked deeper into his domain. I immediately inhaled the intoxicating scent of his sandalwood cologne as I took everything in. Rich, expensive, light blue Berber carpet on the floor silenced my steps. His office was spacious with an ebony desk, a wall unit loaded with books, a large leather sofa, and three wingback chairs placed in front of his desk. On the walls were canvas abstract pieces of art to complement the décor.
    This is Drake’s space. I call him by his first name when I am alone.
    Walking around the desk, I slid my index finger across the edge of his magnificent desk, checking for dust.
    Clean as a whistle.
    I dropped the file in his inbox and sat down. Immediately, Drake’s chair molded to my body, especially my back. After sitting in my chair for hours, I had to place a small pillow to cushion my lower back. His chair didn’t need a cushion. It was a perfect fit.
    Adrenaline rushed from my body. I leaned back and closed my eyes. Soon, my body was weightless. Being surrounded by his personal things brought me closer to him. Images of Drake and me flashed before my eyes. With one hand, Drake swiped the desk clear pinning me to it with gentle finesse. His hypnotizing eyes locked me in place. My skin sizzled everywhere Drake pressed his tongue. He licked at my pulse point on my neck. My head tipped back as he nibbled his way down, until our lips met. His slow, drugging kisses sang through my veins, as he took my mouth with a savage intensity. I opened my legs to invite him to move lower to that place that hadn’t felt a man’s touch in months. My senses reeled as if short-circuited. My toes curled, and I wanted him deep inside of me.
    I let out a frustrated sigh.
    “Ms. Ruiz?”
    Startled, my eyes fluttered opened. Drake stood before me. The first three buttons on his shirt were open, revealing his hairy chest. Still caught up in my dream, I reached out my right hand to him and caressed his strong chin. I