Prue thought they’d connected that night. She’d felt his dominance, and her body responded to him.
“Stupid,” she said, shaking her head.
She picked up the trays and made to move around. Someone passed her, bumping her with his hip, which sent her tray of glasses crashing to the floor. All eyes turned to her. The sound was deafening in the room. Her cheeks bloomed with her blush. She lifted her gaze to see James staring at her. Instead of cleaning up her mess she pushed past him, not wanting to see him.
A loud cheering followed in her wake. She ignored the comments as tears filled her eyes. Never in all of her life had she looked so incompetent.
She opened the door and closed it. Some alone time was what she needed more than anything else.
The tears fell onto her cheeks. She rubbed them away in frustration.
The door opened. Prue turned her back to whoever followed her.
“Look at me, Prudence,” he said.
She shook her head. Prue stood in a darkened room. There appeared to be no light on.
Great, I can’t even find a room with light.
“I need some time alone. Please leave me alone, James.”
“You’re in a broom closet.”
“I don’t care where I am. I need some time alone.” She folded her arms under her br**sts then turned to face him. “Is this what you wanted to see? Did you want to see me miserable because I can’t do this job? I never wanted to work here. I was happy where I was.”
His hand went over her mouth and stopped the flow of words from spilling out. The light came on. She blinked seeing his hand around the piece of rope that switched the light on.
“Why are you crying?” he asked.
James eased his hand away from her mouth. She licked her suddenly dry lips. A groan escaped from his. The sound was so subtle that she thought she hadn’t heard him.
“I can’t do anything right,” she said when no other sound came from James.
“You can do everything you set your mind to.”
She shook her head. Prue removed the band from her hair and moved away. The closet smelled of disinfectant and cleaning products.
“You’re not listening. Why are you doing this to me, James? Why?” she asked, hands on her h*ps when she turned back to him.
He stared down the line of her body. His gaze felt like a caress down her skin. Like so many times before, her ni**les tightened, and her pu**y clenched with fresh arousal. Seeing James and not doing anything left her in a constant state of arousal. Not a day went by when she wasn’t thinking about him in some way.
Working for him made her thoughts run riot with images of him. There was no gap between her fantasies and needs.
James was there all the time.
“I like having you here, Prudence.”
“Why do you use my full name? Why? Why? Why?” she asked, feeling frustrated with his lack of answers.
She walked toward him, standing in front of him with her arms folded.
“I just want you.”
Her heart skipped a beat inside her chest. She nibbled on her lip, staring past his shoulder. Nothing she did could make him tell her anything.
What did you expect? A confession of undying love?
“Don’t do that!”
She frowned at him. “Do what?”
“That.”
His hand came up, pulling her bottom lip from between her teeth. She held her breath as he rubbed his fingers along her lips.
“I need just one more taste,” he said.
In one instant she was standing with her arms folded, and in the next, her fingers were sunk inside his length of hair as his lips claimed hers.
This kiss was not gentle. The man in front of her was hard and ruthless. He was taking what he wanted without permission. He owned her mouth as easily as he owned her heart.
Prue gave him everything, pressing her body against his. He pulled back, his fingers sinking into the length of her hair, and she felt him tighten his hands into fists. The hair pulled as he tightened his hold.
Her arousal was intense and strong.
“Your eyes are dilated, Prudence. I bet if I was to touch your sweet pu**y you’d be soaking wet for me,” he said.
She moaned. “Please,” she said, begging him.
He pulled her close, pressing a leg between hers. She wore jeans, but his leg against her mound made her wish she’d worn a skirt. If she’d worn a skirt this could have turned into so much more.
James took her lips once more, rubbing his thigh between her own. She kissed him back and rode his thigh. Her pu**y was weeping her cum into her panties. She didn’t want him to stop. Prue dropped one of her hands to his shirt, opening the top buttons to expose his chest.
Suddenly, he pulled away. Her own shirt had exposed the necklace she still kept around her neck.
He spoke no words as he picked up the silver cross. “You’re wearing it.”
She licked her lips and tasted him on her tongue. “You never gave me permission to remove it.”
James laid the cross outside of the shirt. “Never hide it when you’re in my club.”
“James?”
He was gone. Prue stamped her foot. His disappearing act irritated her more than the job. He never gave her chance to talk about her position. She ran her fingers through her hair, then tied the length up with the band.
She wondered what James had been thinking when he hired her. He was acting like he didn’t want her around.
Prue left the safety of the closet. The broken glass had already been cleaned up. The bar remained busy, and Jermaine continued to train her.
All the time she felt eyes on her.
****
James watched her work on his computer screen. She spent a great deal of time cursing. He wondered if she cursed the job, or him. Most of his nights were spent watching her at the bar. Her training continued to be a slow process. The first night she’d been working Jermaine lost his temper. James had told the other man to either be patient or find another job. Now, Jermaine showed her nothing but kindness and patience.
The kiss he’d shared with her had been a mistake. He’d not been able to help himself. Seeing that plump bottom lip between her teeth tantalised him. He’d needed another taste of her warm lips and soft body.
The cross she wore captured his attention. She wore his token of dominance. Several members would see the token and leave her alone. They would know she belonged to him and no one else.
He shook his head. For the past week he’d been making trips over to Possession. There was no fresh news from the paperwork. He’d looked through the files and seen nothing. Dane remained in their care with no more disappearing acts. He wondered what was going on over there. It was night time, and Stephen rarely had any clients at night anymore. James opened the drawer of his desk to find the folder with the paperwork he’d requested. All he needed to do was put his signature to the page, and Prudence would never struggle again in her life. He signed the document without blinking at the sum.