Boxed Set: The His Submissive Series Complete Collection (Part One-Part Twelve) (45 page)

I had to sink my teeth into my bottom lip to quiet the laugh when I saw how he kept trying to extricate himself but people kept popping up with questions and issues. I brought my hand to my neck, massaging the kinks from sleeping on my old bed. After experiencing Jacob’s bed, everything else was like sleeping on the floor. And now I was back to thinking about beds and the man that kept stealing lusty glances at me. God, I wanted to be tied up and tied down, needed his tongue on my flesh-

“Wanna grab a cup of coffee?”

The question jolted me from my fantasy and I turned toward the voice, sure the invite was directed to someone other than me. Missy was standing a few feet away, her tight features more relaxed than usual because of the soft brown braid that spilled over one shoulder and the light makeup on her face. She was even wearing a blush colored blouse and wide leg trousers instead of her usual tailored, dark colored suits. But a makeover was one thing—talking to the chick she’d had it out for since day one was truly bizarre.

I tilted from Jacob, eyeing her skeptically. “Coffee? Me and you?”

She raised an eyebrow before gesturing at the absence of anyone else in our near vicinity. “Yes.” Her lips spread into a grin, finally realizing the obvious. We weren’t friends—why would she want to do anything with me that wasn’t absolutely, positively necessary? “I haven’t been the nicest person to you, have I?”

“Not really.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

Record scratch. Did Missy Diaz just apologize to me? I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t slumped over in my chair in the back, out cold.

“No pressure. If you aren’t interested-”

“Are you kidding? I’m riveted...and also worried that you might put something in my coffee.”

She laughed, her face lighting up. “I heard you were funny.” She shrugged her shoulder. “You know what, never mind.”

“No,” I said quickly, not wanting to walk away from this white flag even if I was a little suspicious. I paused at the door and saw Jacob was still deep in conversation before I let her lead the way. “I could actually go for a cup.”

By the looks that were thrown our way as we walked to the elevator, I wasn’t the only one surprised we were side by side by choice. I awkwardly reached for conversation topics to alleviate the silence.

“So I’m pretty excited about working with Mia Kent.” I mentally face-palmed. Mia was first on the docket, a newly twenty-one actress who had her start in kid-friendly fare. But after she hit eighteen and had a couple of projects bomb, she’d been on a publicly documented downward spiral. From shaving off her signature blond locks, piercing every visible surface, and making a series of really bad and permanent choices in both the tattoo and romance department, she was sinking fast. While a lot of Whitmore and Creighton's clients just wanted to maintain their image, there were others that came to us to save it. Mia, unfortunately, was in the latter category.

“I didn’t mean that nearly as insensitive as it came out,” I said, stepping in the elevator and suddenly wanting this whole coffee break to fast forward.

“I know what you meant,” Missy said, stepping in after me and punching the floor number. “I took my little sister to one of her concerts a few years back. A stadium full of squealing teen girls was not my idea of a good time,” she shuddered, “But her show was actually really entertaining. You could tell she loves being up there and adores her fans.”

“Well, if we’re having Mia Kent confession time, I still put her ‘Songs for the Broken Hearted’ CD on when I want to hate the world and rock out.”

Missy hummed a few bars, moving her head to the beat. “She had some great songs on that.” The doors retracted. “She’s so talented. I haven’t enjoyed the things I’ve read about her over the past year, but it’s like—“

“You can’t look away.” I finished for her sadly.

“Well, I’m excited about working with her too,” she said, pulling open the door to the cafe, sending the warm aroma of coffee beans crashing into my senses.

I could just stand in the door and inhale that scent all day. The sound of the card reader dinging reminded me that was gonna be the only way I’d get any caffeine since I’d forgotten my ID badge in my office. “I’m gonna run up to the office and get my badge.”

“Coffee’s on me.”

I shook my head slowly. “That’s nic-” I never,
ever
thought I’d ascribe ‘nice’ to Missy Diaz. “But I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“It’s just a cup of coffee, Leila.” she said dismissively, staring at the menu.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been rude to me since the day we met,” I said feeling dormant anger stir in my gut. “Like we can gossip and chat and you can buy me coffee like we’re cool.”

She glanced at me over her shoulder, dark eyes glittering like the Missy I knew and couldn’t stand. “I’m trying to let bygones be bygones.”

“And I’m trying to tell you that I don’t know why you’re being nice to me, but I don’t really trust you. I’ll have coffee with you, sure. But I’ll buy it myself. I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“Everything alright in here?”

We pivoted toward the voice, even the barista. Jacob stepped into the room, buttoning the front of his jacket, zeroing in on Missy even though his question was a general one.

Missy let out a strangled chuckle, taking a step in my direction. “Leila and I were just having a cup of coffee.”

She gave me a wide eyed ‘right?’ but I remained quiet. The more I thought about her change of heart, the more I wondered if something else was going on.

My silence was all Jacob needed for his voice to harden to stone. “I think it’s best if you leave.”

The sugary sweet became pop rocks as she gave me a final glare and sauntered out of the room. Jacob walked to the counter where the young coffee slinger was frozen like a deer in headlights. He pulled a fifty out and stuffed it in the tip cup.

“Take a break.”

The kid scurried out without another word, still wearing his apron. Jacob walked smoothly to the door and engaged the lock.

I swallowed, figuring out this was less saving the damsel in distress and more forcing me to talk to him. “I’m pretty sure that’s a fire code violation.”

“Nothing short of a fire will get you out of this room until I’m done with you.”

So he was holding me hostage. Even though I stood my ground, stubbornly turning my back to him, my heart raced excitedly as I glazed over the variety of surfaces that begged for some tender, love, and sex.

Damn it, I was still mad at him but I couldn’t stop my traitorous body from responding to his like we were made for each other. Drawing the same breath. Feeling the electricity when he turned me back to face him. Gazes molten with carnal need.

“I missed you last night,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “I forgot how lonely the bed is without you.”

I shrugged his hands off, regaining control and kicking the desire to the backseat. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Try and be romantic and sweet after what you did.”

He locked his jaw. “Rachel and I...that feels like a million years ago. She means nothing to me anymore.”

I flicked my hair over my shoulder angrily. “Nothing to you ‘anymore’? So you’re admitting that she did mean something to you. Admitting that you lied to me when you made it seem like it was strictly a sex situation.”

His body tightened defensively. “I think ‘lie’ is a very strong word.”

“What words would be accurate?”

“I may have just...left out the entire truth.”

Was he being serious? “I’m pretty sure not telling the whole truth is the definition of lying. When I did it, you had the right to be angry but when you do it, it’s in the past and I should get over it.”

“The situations are not the same and you know it,” he said tersely. “Rachel and I dated over a year ago and yes, we were close and things got said. But that was long before I even knew you existed. I was very much in the picture when you...” He stopped abruptly, pinching the bridge of his nose and inhaling, exhaling before continuing. “What you did doesn’t matter because I forgave you. Another key difference.”

“You think I like this?” I said shrilly, feeling the fight drain from me. “That I don’t want to just say that it doesn’t matter? I don’t care that you dated people before me. It’s that you
loved
her, Jacob. You were serious about her and you lied about it.”

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t honest, but I had my reasons.”

I put my hand on my hip, not letting him off that easy. “I’m listening.”

He stroked his chin then winced like he’d just thrown back a shot. “It’s complicated.”

“Then uncomplicate it.”

His eyes settled on me and for the briefest moment, I saw a retort ripple there but he surrendered with a sigh. “I told you how we were together right after my dad died. I was a fucking mess—I’d spent years hating the man, remembering all the things he’d missed, all the things he might as well have been absent for because he made it no secret that he longed to live another life. A life with Allegra.”

I remembered the story. Carlton Whitmore falling for a local girl while filming a movie in Italy and pursuing her relentlessly—despite the fact that he had a wife and son back in the states. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d brought Jacob to Italy, playing house with Allegra until she got tired of living a lie. If things were bad for Jacob and Alicia before, they were intolerable after Carlton lost her.

“She told me she loved me and I froze, remembering my mother and father,” Jacob continued. “I replayed how she’d say the words and he’d crush her with silence or a pity kiss or some obscenely expensive piece of jewelry. I didn’t love Rachel, Leila. But that hopeful look in her eyes...I couldn’t stomp that light out. I couldn’t hurt her. So I said it back.”

“You didn’t love her,” I said slowly, peering at him uneasily.

He shook his head. “I liked her. Even back then she could be a little much, but I enjoyed her company. But love? No.” He came closer and I didn’t dare move. Not when the truth was still sinking in and this unbearable weight was lifting. I wasn’t the fainting type, but I felt light headed, so overwhelmed that I had to order my body to breathe.

“Are you okay?” he said, studying me intently.

I was so much better than okay, but I still didn’t understand why he couldn’t tell me that. “Before, when you told me about Rachel, why didn’t you just tell me the truth?”

“Because I knew I was falling for you,” he answered, his voice as soft as a caress. “And I didn’t want you to know I lied about love before because when I said it to you, I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want you to doubt that you mean everything to me.” He reached for me, interlocking his fingers with mine. He looked down at our hands, slowly closing his fingers and pulling me toward him. “I promise you, I’ll never love anyone else. Can you handle that, Leila? Can you give me forever?”

****

I
couldn’t ignore the fluttering inside me at his words. Forever? With Jacob? The answer was a resounding yes.

As his eyes washed over me, like it had been months instead of hours since we'd been this close, I felt like the dumbest girl alive. All the reasons I'd gripped to explain why I ran didn't hold water to this. This pull between his skin and my skin. His bones and my bones.

I dropped my gaze guiltily. "I shouldn't have left. I should have let you explain."

"No, you shouldn't have," he replied, tipping my chin back up. His voice deepened. "And you'll be punished. But not before you beg for it."

My eyes trailed hungrily over his broad shoulders, my mouth watering in anticipation of running my fingers up and down his abdomen. When I made my way back to his face, settling on the upturned curve of his lips, I knew I was dangerously close to bending over the counter and letting him spank me right there in the coffee shop.

Just hold it together long enough to get back to the office
, I told myself before clearing my throat and gesturing at the door. “Maybe we could finish this conversation upstairs.”

He didn’t move from where he stood. “I own every square inch of this building.” His eyes coursed over my body, bringing every last erotic nerve alive. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“But...” I trailed off softly, not sure I was following. “I thought...you and I...” My cheeks blushed furiously like I couldn’t put words to something that Jacob and I had done so many times I’d lost count. Like I wasn’t intimately familiar with the way he could make me melt with a look or just by dropping his tone to the low, bedroom timbre that brought me under his spell.

“Oh we are,” he said, getting the gist of my unspoken words. “I’m going to have you, Leila. And I’m going to have you right here.”

The pulsing between my legs intensified, but I couldn’t stop glancing at the door. I knew there was no window to the outside and the lock engaging automatically illuminated the ‘closed’ sign, but even the growing exhibitionist in me couldn’t shout down the part that would be more comfortable somewhere that wasn’t a hundred feet away from staff.

“Don’t look at the door,” he said curtly. “Look at me.”

I glanced at him, but I still stole peeks at the door, hearing phantom sounds. What if Missy was crouched there, ear pressed to the wood so she could talk crap about me? Why else would she march out without a final death glare unless she was hiding behind a potted plant outside, ready to spring?

“Jacob, I would really be more comfortable if-”

“That’s of no consequence to me,” he interrupted, silencing me with a stern glare. His hand went straight to my zipper. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you during the meeting, wanting to bend you over my knee and at the same time, needing to take you in my arms and tell you how much I love you.” He unzipped my skirt and I shivered as it sunk to my ankles.

His eyes roamed over my lingerie and I didn’t miss the tick of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard. I’d picked well. Almost like I’d been hoping for this reconciliation.

There was something about seeing the effect I had on this devastatingly attractive man that emboldened me. I chewed on my bottom lip seductively, twirling a brown lock around my finger. “So, which is it? Am I getting spanked or are you going to kiss me?”