"Take off your clothes, Natasha."
Natasha Reynolds has worked well under her brilliant yet demanding boss, Mr. Collins, for over a year. One night he accuses her of making a mistake and their dynamics take a dark but erotic turn. When Mr. Collins confesses to seeing Natasha as his prey she is forced to admit her submissive side can no longer be completely confined to their working relationship. Just how well will this bunny survive being a wolf’s carnal plaything?
“I’m on dangerous ground? Well, so are you, Mr. Collins.”
“Is that so?” A craven smile crooked his mouth. “Then this isn’t going to matter one way or another, is it?”
The tiny hairs on Natasha’s neck rose. She watched him circle around her to leave the office. Satisfied Mr. Collins couldn’t hear or see her, Natasha sagged and drew in greedy gulps of air.
I’m going to be fine. Sure I am. I’m going to be fine. . .living in my cardboard box! What the hell was I thinking? I should’ve just apologized and—wait! What did he mean by that? What’s not going to matter one way or another?
The door closed behind her. Natasha whirled around. “Mr. Collins?”
He undid his tie as he walked back to her. His steps, always graceful and unhurried, now took on an aggressive gait. “Yes, Natasha?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t. You never do until I show you the way.” Mr. Collins slipped off his suit jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair.
She closed her eyes and inhaled. Beginning again, Natasha summoned a professional calm she didn’t readily feel. “What would you like me to do?”
“Take off your clothes, Natasha”
“Excuse me?” This time Natasha stumbled back until she hit his desk.
“You heard me. I want your clothes off but leave on your underwear. Then I want you to turn around so I can tie you up.”
“You’ve lost your mind. It’s the contract for Blanc Industries, isn’t it? Mr. Collins, I know you’ve worked overnight several times this week—”
“Which has nothing to do with now.” Mr. Collins crossed his arms. “You asked what I would like you to do. I’ve answered. Now do it.”
Natasha shook her head. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“Why now?” She sidled further down the desk. His penetrating gaze speared her in place. “I mean. . .what brought this on?”
“Yes, you.” Mr. Collins neatly trapped Natasha by placing a hand on either side of her. “You made the decision to submit to me shortly after you first came here.”
“You admit it.” Mr. Collins smiled and observed the affect he had on her. Something akin to pride warmed his tone when Natasha relaxed a tiny bit into him. “You don’t even try to deny it. Why is that?”
“Because it’s true.”