She turned, putting her hand on her hip and peering over at me with a pissed off expression. “Jessica Rabbit business?”

Setting my pen down on the desk, I sighed and met her stare. “Vick, what the fuck’s your problem? “Seriously, what’s with all the bitchiness lately?”

Slamming the cabinet, she shook her head and marched from the room.

Sighing, I picked up my pen and started going over numbers again. I’d lost track of the time, so when the door opened again I was expecting it to be Vick.

It wasn’t. Jessica was standing there in a pair of cheap jeans and what was probably her second best shirt. She was too beautiful to wear such shitty clothes—something I planned to remedy as soon as things were in working order between us.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock?”

Her sweet face clouded over before her eyes turned red with anger and her cheeks flushed.

“Don’t ever talk about my mother,” she bit off.

Her words were abrupt and to the point. Her anger evident in the tightness of her mouth. She was like a baby kitten ready to claw my face off.

There was more to my Jessica, yet nothing I needed to know about. But family was something I understood—something I’d longed for as a boy. For that reason alone, I’d never mention her family again.

“Noted,” I said.

Her anger wasn’t something that would garner an apology from me.

“Sit,” I motioned to the chair in front of my desk.

Stepping forward, she moved around the chair and sat down crossing her arms. She still carried her resistance to me. I liked that. I appreciated the challenge she gave me.

“Ask me again,” I simply stated.

She frowned, confused. “Ask you what again?”

“Ask me again,” I repeated.

Leaning back in my chair, I let my eyes wander over her perky breasts in a very obvious manner. She licked her lips nervously and my cock started to grow.

“Does your offer still stand?” she asked hesitantly.

A grin tugged at the side of my mouth. “As a matter of fact, it does.”

I loved having so much control over the things in my life. Jessica wasn’t an exception.

Her eyes narrowed, and I waited to see whether or not she’d take the bait.

“So I guess I passed your little test then?”

I chuckled, “Oh no, sweetheart, that was just the beginning. I like my women a certain way, and you need to be…” I paused, thinking of the right words. “Tutored in the way I like my women.”

She looked absolutely appalled. “Tutored for your pleasure?”

“Exactly,” I grinned.

Standing from my chair, I walked over and hovered above her. She looked at me with hard green eyes.

“Do you ever do anything to please the women who learn to please you?” she snapped.

I grabbed her chin between my fingers and lifted it roughly. “While I thoroughly enjoy your smart mouth,” I said, running my thumb across her bottom lip. “I won’t tolerate it. And there will be consequences for misbehavior in the future.”

“Consequences?” she challenged with a lifted brow.

I squeezed her chin. “However, I do enjoy admiring your mouth. Keep it up and I’ll be forced to stuff something in it. Understood?”

Before she could respond, my mouth came down hard on hers. I pushed her lips apart with my tongue. I wasn’t gentle, but it was both a punishment and a reward. She made noises in the back of her throat while I devoured her mouth.

When I lifted my head, her lips were red and swollen. She ran her tongue over the sensitive skin taunting me to kiss her again.

Stepping away from her, I walked back to my desk and resumed looking over my papers.

“I think I’d like to take you up on your offer.”

I silently celebrated my win. “You think, or you are?”

She lifted her chin and with pinched lips she said, “I am.”

I wanted her more than I’d wanted a woman in a long time. This was my way of doing things and she had to be all in before I’d proceed with her.

“Good. Let’s start now.”

I enjoyed the way her face lit up with surprise. Shocking her was insanely entertaining for me.

“Now?” she exclaimed. “But…”

“But what? I have a lot of work to do with you, so the sooner the better.”

Before she could respond, I pulled out a small black gift bag from beneath my desk and pushed it toward her. She eyed it suspiciously and then took a step forward.