know
me Dominic; don't tell me what I've got to stop doing" she
snapped.
"Inta, calm
down" I replied, rising from my chair and walking toward her.
"There you go
again, telling me what to do. I'm sick of being told what to do,
where to live, who to see, what job to do—" she said crossing the
room and heading for the door.
"Hey, Inta.
What the—" I started, reaching the door before she did and stood
blocking her exit.
"Get out of my
way Dominic" she demanded, standing firm with both hands on her
hips and the angriest look I'd seen yet. I'd had men cross the road
to keep out of my path before, broken up more than my fair share of
arguments and fights with a single glance yet here was this tiny
woman standing up to me with no chance of her backing down without
a fight.
"No."
"I mean it
Dominic, move."
"No. And my
friends call me Dom, so it's Dom to you now" I replied bluntly.
"I'm not your
friend Dominic. I don't have friends, I don't need friends—"
It was about as
much as I could take—bending to her ear, I hissed "We're going to
figure this out Inta" before nodding toward my desk chair,
"now."
She stood
looking at me incredulously before dropping her eyes from mine and
walking over to my chair. She’d been clear the other night that she
wanted a break from being in control, which definitely explained
why she was uptight, but whatever was holding her back had a firm
grip—if she wasn’t willing to be open, the relationship she wanted
would never work.
Turning away
from her, I called out to the guys who were now waiting, "Change of
plans guys. Grab some cash from the tin and head down to Charlie's,
we'll be down soon. Lock the door on your way out". It took no time
for them to fleece the petty cash tin, no doubt taking way more
than they needed to, and then they were gone, leaving just the two
of us.
Turning to
Inta, she was sitting in my chair, eyes still downcast but peering
out at me challengingly through her dark lashes.
"I'm shutting
this door now, ok?"
Nothing. No
response from her at all. She was seething, that much was clear,
but otherwise she gave away no response, no reaction
whatsoever.
"Inta, I said
I'm shutting the door now. Ok?" I said, rephrasing the question to
ensure she replied.
This time she
nodded. It still wasn't enough. I wanted her to agree, to consent
to my request. Wanted to know that she too was willing for what was
happening.
"Miss Inta, you
are infuriating—it's lucky you're so goddamn beautiful. I'm closing
the door, are you ok with that? I'd like to know that you are
before anything more happens."
"Dominic, do
you mean that?" she asked, meeting my eye contact for the first
time since sitting down.
"Of course I
mean that, I'd never do anything unless you agreed to it".
"No, not that.
Close the door" she replied simply. "Do you really think I'm
beautiful?"
Closing the
door, I crossed the office and stopped short of her before
extending my hand and pulling her to her feet.
"Yes. I mean
it. You are beautiful. You are also infuriating. You're nothing
short of perfect and it's killed me working next to you the last
few weeks without reaching out and pulling you into me" I admitted,
feeling stripped bare and vulnerable.
"Then do it,
Dom."
Without taking
another breath, our lips met with ravenously. Holding her tightly,
I pushed her backwards toward my desk. Without breaking away from
her kiss, I lifted her slightly and planted her on my desk before
reluctantly pulling away from her sweet soft lips.
Stepping back
to breathe her in I noticed her eyes had glazed over lustfully and
her lips were swollen and red from the roughness of our kiss.
"Miss Inta.
What am I going to do with you?" I asked rhetorically.
"What do you
want to do with me, Dom?" she challenged openly.
Smiling, I
dropped into my chair and scooted over toward her. Reaching her, I
gently pushed her legs opened and positioned myself between them.
Resting my forearms on her thighs and level with her breasts,