Purr Scent I: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio, #1) by Jacintha Topaz Page B

in a slow wicked way.
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    “M s. Olsen, Mr. Mannings is here to see you,” came Charlotte's shrill voice via intercom.
    The lunch Mariah just had did little to keep her stomach from flip-flopping. Clark wasn't the kind of man anyone denied, even if he had no follow-up appointment in her calendar. Gulping, she hoped she didn't regret what she was about to say. “Thank you, Charlotte. You can send him in.”
    Within seconds, the door to her austere cream-colored office opened. As quietly as he opened the door, Clark also closed it with a definitive click. Did he just lock her in? He sounded like a predator on the prowl, and she was the prey. How did he turn the tables like that, when this was her office, her company, her building?
    Show no fear. Her mother's firm voice entered her head. No way would the daughter of Annika Alisha Olsen back down in the face of any man.
    As Clark's imposing frame neared her blond wood desk, without looking up from her paperwork, Mariah asked in a dismissive manner, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” In the years she sat at this desk, this was the first time she wished she had a mahogany desk or any dark-toned desk that did not reflect the fluorescent overhead light. The light tones around her, including her white blouse, made her acutely aware of her cheeks and their potential for betrayal.
    He set his briefcase down in the seat across from her, yet made no move to sit.
    Glancing up from her seat of power to meet his eyes, her heart skipped a beat at his darkening gaze. The rascal. He purposefully situated himself so that she had to look up at him. In her own building. The arrogant ass. She gulped back a groan. Why did she have to think of his ass, the feel of him thrusting into her and giving her all manner of pleasure? Not very helpful at the moment.
    “You know I offer the best in food grade packaging.” He leaned in, his hands perched on her desk. “Hands down.”
    A shudder wracked her form as he straightened up and circled to her side of the desk. What was he doing walking around her desk like that? How dare he exert such blatant yet manipulative authority? She stood up to him, incensed at such audacity. “You need to lea—”
    “I said—”
    He whipped her around, planting her face smack down against the desk. Before she caught her breath, she heard the sickening sound of cold metal securing her wrists behind her back. Fuck!
    “—hands down.”
    Oh, shit. Dread raced through her veins. Dream God was supposed to stay in her dream, not become Real God. Her cheekbone hurt where it lay squashed against the desk, the edge of which jutted against her thighs. She couldn't scream, even if she wanted to. Her office was soundproof, just like the boardroom. Only difference was that the boardroom had full-length windows to alert passersby. Her office didn't and only sported a curtained view of the Seattle skyline she so adored. Why didn't she think of having a security camera installed in her office?
    “Let me go!” she seethed, her hands struggling to break free. She stiffened her low back so her heels could scramble for purchase, but he stood between her parted legs. Craning her neck, she struggled  but lacked the strength to pull herself upright without the use of her hands. All her efforts proved futile. She so wished she was a gym rat and had taken some self-defense lessons.
    “The only way I'm letting you go is off.” He placed one of her cuffed hands against the bulge in his pants. “I've got the best offer on the market, and you know it. Why let go of it?”
    “Why are you twisting all this around?” she grunted, trying to free her hand from his grip and fist her hands together to keep from feeling his awful erection. Her boobs were starting to hurt from being pressed to the desk by sheer gravity. “Release me!”
    “Oh, I will give you the release you crave.” He petted her hair and stroked down her spine, which to her dismay tingled at his slight