The Hunt for Summer (NSC Industries) (4 page)

“You’re late” I told
her as I gestured for her to sit in the chair. She swallowed heavily; a look of
confusion crossed her face before she sat her gorgeous backside opposite me and
placed her hands nervously in her lap.

“What’s your name?”
I asked her. If I looked at her paperwork it would tell me, but I wanted to
hear her sultry voice again. She seemed to have become mute.

“L… Layla Summers”
she mumbled and I nodded as I finally glanced at her details on the paperwork
placed before me.

Age 26, 5ft 3”, single…
that was the one I was looking for and I glanced back at her.

Her pale skin seemed
even paler against the deepness of her scarlet lipstick and I imagined those
bright red lips sliding down the length of my cock, the lipstick smearing
across each of my hard ridges, as she took it all deep into the back of her
throat.

Fuck, Lucas!

This was gonna be a
problem. I never ever fucked my employees and I wasn’t about to start now, but
shit, this was bad news and as though it was her fault I narrowed my eyes on
her and barked out “I don’t fuck the employees, Red.”

   What the hell is
wrong with you Lucas, you arrogant arsehole?

Her huge eyes
widened and then a slight tic twitched her right cheekbone. “And I don’t fuck pompous
twats, Mr Hunt!” she snapped back.

Feisty! I liked
that.

I gave her a smirk
and tipped my head in acknowledgement “That’s good to know, Red.”

“My name is Miss
Summers,
Mr Hunt
” she hissed through clenched teeth. She was gonna be
fun to work with and I gave her a sly grin.

“Well then,
Miss
Summers
, what’s your excuse for being late?”

Her perfectly
trimmed blonde eyebrows pulled together and I smiled to myself when I realised
she was a natural blonde. Golden pubic hair was a distinct turn on.

Fuck! There I go
again!

“I don’t think I’m
late, Mr Hunt. In fact I believe I’m early” she said quietly with puzzlement.

Scrunching up my
nose I looked at her “When you work for me Miss Summers, I expect you to be
efficient and make sure you turn up before I actually do.”

“But…” I could tell
she bit back a sarcastic reply as she took a deep breath and sank her teeth
into her bottom lip before she nodded. “What time would you like me to be here
for, Mr Hunt?”

“6.”

She nodded once and
pulled out an iPad from her giant spotty bag and turned to face me, an
impassive expression settled on her face and she crossed her legs, causing a
slight burn in my guts as her dress slipped further up her silky soft thighs.

“Shall we make a
start, Mr Hunt?” she said with absolutely no expression.

You fucked this up good
and proper Lucas.

I nodded and pulled
up my diary on the computer. “Sync your iPad and things should be a little
easier” I told her, trying to give her a soft smile, one of my best actually,
as I slid the password across the desk towards her,  but she didn’t even lift
her gaze to me as she tapped away on her tablet.

“I need the coffee
machine sorting first, my dry cleaning needs collecting and we have a lunch
engagement with Mason Fox and an afternoon appointment with Henry Wills. Pull
up the details and familiarise yourself with the contract will you.”

She nodded again. I
noticed her thumb flick when I mentioned Mason and I hoped she didn’t realise
we were actually meeting the head of the London mafia for lunch, but she still
didn’t look at me and my blood itched at her indifference.

“I need flowers
ordering, a dinner appointment arranging with Richard Everett and an account
settled with Desire Decor.”

She just nodded her
confirmation again and I bit my tongue in an effort to stop the boil of my
blood.

“Are you always this
fucking rude?” I spat out.

Her blazing eyes
lifted and locked onto mine in an angry glare and my eyes dropped to the heave
of her breasts against the tight material. The dress was a simple plain number
that scooped across her neck, and a thin red buckle belt that skimmed around
her waist, but it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

She was utterly
adorable when she was pissed off and I fought against the urge to reach out and
tuck the stray curl from her fringe behind her ear.

“I am always
professional, Mr Hunt. If you find me a problem to work with, I can contact the
agency and have them send someone more your suitability? Someone more…
submissive
”
She finished with a lift of an eyebrow.

Touché, Red.

“That won’t be
necessary, Red. I’m sure you’ll mould around me soon enough.” I grinned
mischievously as both her eyebrows lifted and a sly smile curved her lips.

“The only things I
mould around are long metal poles,
Hunter
!” she retorted boldly as she
uncrossed her legs and deliberately folded them over the other side.

Why the hell did my
heart rate speed up to explosive levels when she purred out my Dom name and
gave me a glimpse of her smooth milky thighs?

Fuck, I had to get
over my hunger for this sassy little dancer.

She stood and
smoothed her dress over the contours of her hips and gave me a tight smile “If
that’s all for now, Mr Hunt?”

I nodded and made my
way into my private bathroom, looking over my shoulder at her when she asked
who I wanted the flowers sending to. “Erica French” I answered and carefully
watched her reaction.

She smiled, nodded
and turned away.

Nothing.

Fuck!

Chapter 5

Layla

Shit, shit, shit!

That man was the
most egotistical, arrogant jerk I had ever had the misfortune to meet and when
he had brought the pole reference into our work place that had really pissed me
off.

How fucking dare he?
Making out like I was some cheap tramp when he possessed worse habits than me.

As soon as my arse
hit the chair behind my desk, his rumble filtered through his door. “Coffee,
Red!”

Why the hell did he
insist on calling me bloody Red?

Taking a deep breath
and preparing myself for his snarl, I entered back into his room and marched
straight over to the machine he couldn’t seem to live without.

I filled the water
compartment and prepared the beans before starting up the appliance. He mumbled
something behind me and I turned to him, “Sorry?”

He nodded towards the
percolator now bubbling and spluttering coffee into a tiny espresso cup.

I shrugged in
puzzlement as his eyes narrowed on me. “It died on me this morning” he informed
me blandly.

I hid my grin from
him. “Did you actually put any water in it?”

He looked at me as
though I’d asked him if he ate his own dog for breakfast. “Water?” he said with
incomprehension.

“Yesss,
water
in
the
water
compartment” I said slowly.

He rolled his eyes
and turned his back on me. “That’s why I pay pretty females to make my coffee”
he retorted cheekily.

 My fists clenched
at his chauvinistic behaviour and I continued to make his coffee. “Your coffee,
Mr Hunter” I announced before I ventured back to my desk.

This was going to be
a torturous six months and I sighed heavily as I ordered flowers for his lady
friend, arranged delivery of his dry cleaning and pulled up the Will’s account.

I wondered how long
it would be before I found myself stapling Lucas Hunt to the wall and whipping
him with his own expensive blue tie.

***

I shifted
uncomfortably in the passenger seat of Lucas’s flash Porsche as he manoeuvred
the London traffic on our way to La Roche. “Have you ever been to La Roche,
Red?”

I rolled my eyes at
his jab to my lowly background. “Yes, Mr Hunt. I won’t embarrass you. You don’t
need to worry yourself over my underprivileged existence.”

He frowned and stole
a quick glance at me. “I didn’t mean that” he said almost angrily, but I
shrugged and studied the London pavements through the window.

The silence was
quite uncomfortable and Lucas cleared his throat, as if trying to restart the
conversation. “So, how long have you worked for William?”

I ran my tongue
around the inside of my cheek in an effort to bite back my retort, “Four
years.”

His eyebrows rose
and he gave me a flick of his eyes “That long?”

I just nodded and
flicked my thumb across my finger in a bid to calm my nerves. “What did you do
before that?” he asked and I sighed.

“I fucked men for
money.”

That shut him up.

We pulled up outside
the restaurant and the valet opened my door before I climbed out and Lucas
appeared beside me and escorted me into the building.

I shivered as I felt
his palm brush against my lower back and I stepped away from him. He scowled at
me but didn’t try to repeat his touch.

I smiled widely at
our lunch companion as we approached our table, and he beamed the wickedest
smile I had ever seen. “Well fuck me, Little Willow” Mason exclaimed as he
stood and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Mase” I chuckled.

I caught Lucas’s
dumbfounded expression but chose to ignore him.

Mason stood back and
regarded me with narrow eyes. “You’ve lost weight” he said sternly and I rolled
my eyes.

“Why are you always
so obsessed about my weight?” I teased as he pulled out my chair for me.

He shook his head in
exasperation but left it alone as he turned to Lucas. “Lucas” he acknowledged
with a smile and Lucas shook Mason’s outstretched hand.

“How are you Mason?”
he asked. Mason smiled and nodded as he sat down, “Good, you?”

Lucas nodded his
confirmation as the waiter approached and Mason turned to him. “I’ll take the
veal and Miss Summers will have the monkfish” he ordered with a wink at me. I
chuckled and nodded my agreement before Mason ordered a bottle of expensive
wine, “Better get the good stuff now we are accompanied by a lady.”

Lucas snorted and I
flinched at his dig. Mason’s head turned slowly to Lucas and his eyes fired in
fury as he tipped his head “Did you say something, Hunt?”

Lucas pulled in a
heavy breath and shook his head once “Nope.”

Mason continued to
glare at him but after taking a calming breath he turned to me again. “So
little Willow, how’s things?”

I smiled warmly at
him “Good. I haven’t seen you and Ava in the club for a while.”

He nodded and
sighed. “We’ve been abroad for a few months. Nate wanted Ava to turn the
American office around after a few troubling issue’s. We’ve only been back a
few weeks so I expect Ava’s kinks will kick in soon” he smirked and winked.

“I’ll let William
know” I told him.

Lucas cleared his
throat and raised his eyebrows at me and I lowered my eyes from his questioning
ones. “I take it you two are friends” he said as his eyes dropped to my mouth
and I released my bottom lip from behind my teeth.

Mason smirked at
Lucas “We fucked a few years back, Lucas.”

“Mase!” I growled
disapprovingly.

Mason shrugged and I
didn’t miss the roguish twinkle in his eyes. “Well, yes you’re right Lay. We
did a lot more than just fuck.”

I sighed at his
obvious attempt to rile Lucas and smiled to the waiter as he filled our glasses.
“How are the twins?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation onto safe
grounds as I felt Lucas’s piercing stare on me.

Mason’s face broke
into a massive grin at the mention of his two twins, Katie and George. “They’re
brilliant as always, they’ve just had their fourth birthday” he told me as his
eyes twinkled.

I grinned at his
obvious love for his children.

“Do you actually
think we could get round to business at all today? I have another meeting at 3”
Lucas grumbled and I rolled my eyes.

What the hell was
wrong with this man?

Mason shifted his
eyes across the table to Lucas and frowned at him. “Somebody seems to be a
little jealous that we’ve fucked, little Willow.”