thought it would. She looks too angry to notice anything.
“Don’t give me that professional bullshit,” Libby shouts back. “I left all that behind, Alex. Don’t tell me how to run my company.” She drops her hands from her hips and curls them into tiny fists.
I love it when she gets mad at me. She thinks she is pushing my buttons, but if anything, she’s making me want her more. There was always something about her trying to stand-up to me that turned me on. And we are talking major hard-on over here. It unleashes the egotistical arsehole that is buried inside of me.
Hearing her rising anger, I push away from the desk and make my way over to her. She visibly stiffens as our proximity shrinks. It doesn’t faze me—at all.
If she treats me like shit and thinks she can get away with it, then my God, she still has so much to learn.
“Listen, sweetheart,” I murmur when our bodies are mere inches apart. “The last thing you signed was an agreement for my company to control this expansion project. So whether you like it or not, I’ll tell you exactly how to manage your company, because I can .”
Her eyelids flicker and she lets out a sharp gasp. She wasn’t expecting that but I’m not playing around anymore. I’ll have to rethink my plan a little; I’ve got a feeling she isn’t going to come easily.
“That signature was a mistake.”
“And now it’s too late,” I reply coldly. “I’m not going anywhere, Libby. I’ve got a job to do. Now whether that involves you or not is a choice I’ll leave in your hands.”
And that’s the seed planted.
What she does from here on out is her decision. But no matter what, I’ll own this company at the end.
“Y-You bastard,” Libby hisses.
She recoils back with her hand as if she’s about to slap me. It wouldn’t surprise me if she did. I mean, let’s face it, I definitely deserve it.
“Elizabeth?” Daniel’s voice echoes from just outside the door. “Have you got a moment?”
Immediately, she drops her hand and I take a couple of steps back. “Come on in,” she calls, plastering a bright smile to her face.
Daniel seems surprised when he spots me. “Oh. I didn’t realise you were in here too, Alex.” I watch him look us up and down, his eyes taking in my clear shirt and Libby’s stained dress. “I heard about the accident, so I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She’s fine, Prick.
Libby shakes her head. “Thank you. I’m alright, Daniel. Can you ask Jamie to run out and get me a new dress?”
He flicks a cautious glance at me. “I’ll send Jamie now. Do you want to freshen up and meet me for a quick coffee?”
I smirk. This bastard feels completely threatened by me right now. His attempt at marking his territory is ridiculous.
Pathetic.
“I can’t right now,” Libby replies coolly. “I’ve got plenty of things to be getting on with. I’ll meet you later?”
“For lunch?” Daniel sounds almost desperate.
“Well—”
“She can’t,” I murmur, interrupting whatever answer she was about to give.
“I can’t?” Libby wrinkles her brow.
“We have a lunch meeting.” This lying business is getting easier and easier by the second. Every last word out of my mouth seems to be nothing but shit lately. But who cares if I’m getting what I want?
Daniel doesn’t hide his disappointment well. “Okay,” he replies with a sad smile. “I’ll see you later.” He turns and heads back out the office without closing the door.
“Born in a barn?” I mutter, closing the door behind him and heading back to my desk. Sitting down, I wiggle my fingers on the touchpad of my laptop, blissfully trying to ignore the eyes I can feel burning into my head.
“What the hell was that about?” Libby eventually asks.
Leaning back in my chair, I drum my fingers on the desk and nod for her to sit, which she does. “A pissing contest,” I state simply, unashamed of calling it anything other than what it was.
“But,
“Don’t give me that professional bullshit,” Libby shouts back. “I left all that behind, Alex. Don’t tell me how to run my company.” She drops her hands from her hips and curls them into tiny fists.
I love it when she gets mad at me. She thinks she is pushing my buttons, but if anything, she’s making me want her more. There was always something about her trying to stand-up to me that turned me on. And we are talking major hard-on over here. It unleashes the egotistical arsehole that is buried inside of me.
Hearing her rising anger, I push away from the desk and make my way over to her. She visibly stiffens as our proximity shrinks. It doesn’t faze me—at all.
If she treats me like shit and thinks she can get away with it, then my God, she still has so much to learn.
“Listen, sweetheart,” I murmur when our bodies are mere inches apart. “The last thing you signed was an agreement for my company to control this expansion project. So whether you like it or not, I’ll tell you exactly how to manage your company, because I can .”
Her eyelids flicker and she lets out a sharp gasp. She wasn’t expecting that but I’m not playing around anymore. I’ll have to rethink my plan a little; I’ve got a feeling she isn’t going to come easily.
“That signature was a mistake.”
“And now it’s too late,” I reply coldly. “I’m not going anywhere, Libby. I’ve got a job to do. Now whether that involves you or not is a choice I’ll leave in your hands.”
And that’s the seed planted.
What she does from here on out is her decision. But no matter what, I’ll own this company at the end.
“Y-You bastard,” Libby hisses.
She recoils back with her hand as if she’s about to slap me. It wouldn’t surprise me if she did. I mean, let’s face it, I definitely deserve it.
“Elizabeth?” Daniel’s voice echoes from just outside the door. “Have you got a moment?”
Immediately, she drops her hand and I take a couple of steps back. “Come on in,” she calls, plastering a bright smile to her face.
Daniel seems surprised when he spots me. “Oh. I didn’t realise you were in here too, Alex.” I watch him look us up and down, his eyes taking in my clear shirt and Libby’s stained dress. “I heard about the accident, so I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She’s fine, Prick.
Libby shakes her head. “Thank you. I’m alright, Daniel. Can you ask Jamie to run out and get me a new dress?”
He flicks a cautious glance at me. “I’ll send Jamie now. Do you want to freshen up and meet me for a quick coffee?”
I smirk. This bastard feels completely threatened by me right now. His attempt at marking his territory is ridiculous.
Pathetic.
“I can’t right now,” Libby replies coolly. “I’ve got plenty of things to be getting on with. I’ll meet you later?”
“For lunch?” Daniel sounds almost desperate.
“Well—”
“She can’t,” I murmur, interrupting whatever answer she was about to give.
“I can’t?” Libby wrinkles her brow.
“We have a lunch meeting.” This lying business is getting easier and easier by the second. Every last word out of my mouth seems to be nothing but shit lately. But who cares if I’m getting what I want?
Daniel doesn’t hide his disappointment well. “Okay,” he replies with a sad smile. “I’ll see you later.” He turns and heads back out the office without closing the door.
“Born in a barn?” I mutter, closing the door behind him and heading back to my desk. Sitting down, I wiggle my fingers on the touchpad of my laptop, blissfully trying to ignore the eyes I can feel burning into my head.
“What the hell was that about?” Libby eventually asks.
Leaning back in my chair, I drum my fingers on the desk and nod for her to sit, which she does. “A pissing contest,” I state simply, unashamed of calling it anything other than what it was.
“But,
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