Surrender (Club X #2)(30)
Author: K.M. Scott

Slowly, I moved toward his desk, glad to see his mood change for the better. “So what did you want to see me about, bossman?”

That old sparkle reappeared in his eyes, and a very Stefan grin lit up his face. “Bossman? Are we back to where we were that first day we met?”

I stopped a few feet away from him and shrugged. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

He opened his legs slightly and crooked his finger to beckon me. “Come here.”

Stepping in between his thighs, I looked down at him and felt my body come alive, betraying all my intentions to keep aloof. The man had that effect on me.

Stefan leaned forward and slid his hands down the backs of my legs, making them go weak from his touch. Against my ever-lessening will, they buckled slightly and I pitched forward toward him, crashing into his muscular chest.

“Oh, sorry,” I said as I half-heartedly tried to push myself off him. The truth was I liked how he felt against me and didn’t want to have to pretend to be disinterested, but I knew who he was and who I was. Stefan was a player, and I was a woman who was chasing a dream that didn’t include any man right now.

His arms snaked around my waist and held me to him. “No need to be sorry. I like a woman who goes after what she wants.”

I rolled my eyes at his ego. “I wasn’t trying to jump your bones, Stefan. I fell into you.”

Winking, he smiled. “Sure. I’d think after last night we’d be past this kind of thing.”

“What are you talking about? What kind of thing?”

He licked his lips so seductively I almost forgot what I’d just asked him. But then he opened his mouth and that cocky Stefan I’d met that first day I’d come to Club X came out. “This shy girl thing you’re doing. No need for that, Shay. Not after what we did last night.”

Something inside my brain exploded and I pushed against him with all my might to get back on my feet. His expression registered his surprise, and I said, “So you think that because I had one night with the spectacular Stefan March that I’m ready to be the flavor of the week?”

Even though I’d shocked him by not falling at his feet and worshipping him, he reached out to pull me back to him. “Still got that fire, huh? Good. I like that.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. He thought he had me all figured out. One night with him and I’d be putty in his hands. Typical man. I’d all but reconsidered my plan to play this player, but now as I watched him stare up at me with a look full of expectation, I decided it was game on.

Leaning down, I brushed my lips against his and whispered, “Oh, you like my fire, baby?” My hand slid down the front of his jeans that covered his quickly hardening cock. “How hot would it be if I dropped to my knees and sucked your cock right here, Stefan? Would you like that?”

He moaned something about wanting that more than I could imagine and a surge of power raced through me. There he sat, his head back and his fingers fumbling with his fly, thinking that I’d be like every other female who’d passed through this office. It was time for this man whore to learn a lesson.

I lowered myself to the floor and kneeled in front of him. Slowly, I ran my palms up his thighs until my thumbs could stroke the base of his cock through his jeans. I applied pressure to where I knew would excite him most and moaned, “Close your eyes and imagine my lips wrapped around your thick cock, taking all that I can handle. You want that, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes…enough talk, Shay,” he said in a low voice full of need.

I ran my hand up the front of his pants and stood. Looking down at him, I couldn’t help like how this made me feel. For a moment, I wondered how many woman had actually said no to him, and I doubted the number would take more than one hand.

But he’d met his match this time.

“Time for me to get back to work. See you when you get out there, bossman,” I chirped playfully as I spun on my heels and headed toward the door.

From behind me, I heard Stefan say, “What? Where are you going?”

I stopped as I reached the door and turned around to see him, his face the picture of confusion and his deep brown eyes wide in frustration. A twinge of regret pinched at me when I looked into those eyes, but I couldn’t forget who he was simply in a moment of weakness.

“I need to get back to work. Kat can’t be expected to man the front bar all by herself.”

“Don’t worry about Kat. You have time. Come here.”

“Not tonight, Stefan. Another night, maybe.”

And with that, I turned around and walked out of his office, leaving him hard as a rock. As I walked back to the front bar, the thought crossed my mind that he’d just find someone else to relieve the frustration I’d caused in him. That the idea of him with someone else made my stomach knot up irritated me. Why should I care who he slept with?

A knock at my front door jarred me out of an incredibly sexy dream about Stefan, and I shuffled my still sleepy self to answer it. I opened the door and saw Carrie looking at me the way she always did when she disapproved of my look.

“Going with the homeless look these days? Sweatpants, Shay? Who the hell wears sweatpants to bed?”

“People who want to be comfortable. What are you doing here at the crack of dawn waking me up?” I asked as she pushed past me and sat down on the couch.

“The crack of dawn isn’t eleven o’clock in the morning, Shay. Even people who work in bars are up before eleven. And we had a breakfast date this morning, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” I lied. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll get ready.”

I slouched away to my room to try to bring myself back to life, but Carrie followed me and threw herself onto my bed. Folding her arms behind her head, she studied me as I peeled off my sweatpants and shirt. “So how’s the Club X gig going?”

“Good. Making lots of money, which is good.”

“Well, at least it’s all good. Now tell me all the details, Miss I-Seem-To-Have-Forgotten-Who-My-Best-Friend-Is. I know you have something to tell me. It’s written all over your face.”

I snuck a look at my expression in the mirror and instantly saw what she saw. I was wearing the self-satisfied look of the victorious. Turning toward her, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me as I moved toward the bathroom. “Let’s just say you’re looking at the first woman to ever serve up the just desserts to Stefan March.”

“Shay! You get back here right now! I want details!” she yelled after me as I stepped into the shower.