The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(8)



“Very well, Tyler.”

“You settled in okay?” When he leaned back in his executive leather chair, she realized his seat was set far higher than hers was. This meant he looked down on her and she had to look up to him. This was no accident. It was done by design. She figured it was to reinforce the pecking order at Cerberus Technology. He nonchalantly brushed a hand across his jaw, and she heard the stubble rasp beneath his fingertips. All the time his glowing amber eyes searched her face. What was he looking for? What did he want from her?

“Thanks for setting me up with the rental accommodation, Tyler. It’s fine for now and it saved me a lot of worry, but I want my own home, just like I did in Boston. With what little spare time I have, I’ve been looking at the real estate in the area.”

“Any luck?”

“No, I guess I’m a little choosy.”

“Is that so?” He smiled as though she’d said something highly amusing, and the lines around his mouth deepened sexily. “I get the feeling you’re a hard lady to satisfy.”

Was he coming on to her? Rebecca decided to ignore the sexual innuendo that laced his words. “I’m looking for an upmarket property in a nice part of town. You know the kind of thing. Low gun crime. Nice neighbors. White picket fence.” She laughed a little nervously, well aware such a place probably didn’t exist.

“I can point you in the right direction. I’ve lived here all my life, apart from the six years I spent at Harvard.”

“Thanks, but surely you’ve got better things to do with your time.”

He steepled his fingers together and tapped them against his chin then spoke slowly and deliberately, “Here at Cerberus Technology we like our employees to be happy. A happy employee makes a productive employee. They’re the ones that deliver the goods and keep the shareholders happy. Why do you think I’ve insisted on having a swimming pool, gym, and sauna incorporated into the building?” He smiled a deep, sexy smile that had the blood pumping ever faster in her veins. “I’ll pick you up on Saturday at ten. I’ll find you the home of your dreams, honey.”

He was taking control of the situation, almost as though he knew that was what she really wanted. Maybe I do. Her * moistened with sexual need, and she couldn’t help visualizing what it would feel like to be f*cked by Tyler Stone.

She found herself agreeing. “Very well. Saturday at ten it is.”





Chapter Five




Saturday morning, three days later



Rebecca carefully studied her reflection in the hall mirror. Should she undo another button on the neckline of her feminine black dress? Tyler Stone would be here any minute, and he’d promised to show her some prime real estate in the local area. The classic sleeveless design cinched in at the waist, making her curves appear more voluptuous. Feeling a little sexy, she popped another button, exposing just the right amount of cleavage. Deep down, she wanted Tyler Stone to notice her.

I’m so focused on my work. I’ve forgotten how to enjoy myself. I need a strong man in my life again. Mitch managed to mold both sides of my personality into something quite beautiful. He saw the real me, exposed and vulnerable, but when he found out I couldn’t…He didn’t want me anymore.

Rebecca turned abruptly from the mirror and berated herself. “Stop dwelling on the past.”

Tyler Stone was her boss, but truth be known, she wanted him to be more than that. There was definitely an attraction between them. Was this a date? He hadn’t said it was, but maybe…

“Well, girl. Let’s see if he notices the difference.”

When a horn sounded outside, she grabbed her purse and slipped on a pair of black pumps. A thrill of nervous anticipation tingled through her body as she stepped onto the porch and locked the door behind her.

Tyler stood waiting on the drive, nonchalantly resting his elbow on the roof of a bright-red coupe. When his all-knowing eyes swept over her, she could tell she’d knocked him for a loop. You like what you see, don’t you.

She smiled easily and sauntered across to him. “Hi, Tyler, you’re right on time. I like a man who’s punctual.”

A sexy smile lit up his rugged face. “You look good, Rebecca, real good. I like what you’ve done with your hair. Never did like it all pulled back.” He held open the door. “Allow me.”


“Thanks.” She demurely slid into the passenger seat, making sure her little black dress didn’t ride up too far. She wanted him to notice the sexy woman within, but she didn’t want to come across as a floozy. He carefully clicked the door shut, and she watched him walk around to the driver’s side. He was casually dressed in a pair of Wranglers and brown corduroy shirt. He looked so f*cking sexy. It was the first time she’d seen him dressed down. At work, he always came across as the consummate professional and usually wore an expensive designer suit.

Sitting incredibly close, in the confines of the small coupe, she felt as though they were two planets on a collision course, circling one another until the gravitational pull proved too strong. Jesus, just what sexual havoc would be wreaked when they finally collided?

His expensive cologne filled her nostrils as he turned to face her, his questioning amber eyes flicking over her once more, making her * moisten with desire. “Yeah, you look good.”

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