Destroyed by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche

Author:Cleo Peitsche [Peitsche, Cleo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pouch Productions
Published: 2016-05-24T23:00:00+00:00

While the employees—Phoebe and Bev—fell over themselves to talk about how weird and traumatic the whole experience with Booze the Bear had been, I listened with my arms folded over my chest.

It wasn’t fair that Corbin could tease me like this. Yes, I loved it, but only if I knew I’d be getting sex soon.

There was about zero chance of him fucking me in the parking lot now that people were around, though I would have let him. I was doomed to at least an hour of suffering.

“We’re going to take a look around,” Corbin said. “Just ignore us. Act like we’re not here. If we need you, we’ll find you.”

“I thought I was the one in charge,” I grumbled as the women walked off.

Corbin’s grin only made me more furious. “Tell me what to do.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Fuck me,” I said.

Immediately, Corbin reached for me, and I had to take a big step back.

His grin widened. “I thought you wanted—”

“I don’t even know what we’re doing here,” I snapped.

“The office,” he said. “Might as well see what we can dig up.”

We passed through the kitchen.

It had been cleaned, which surprised me. Critter Chomp seemed like the kind of place where the staff would let a month’s worth of grease build up before using a shovel to remove the worst of it.

I made a mental note to let Veronica know how clean it was, and that she could order all the heart-stopping greasy fare she wanted without having to worry about food contamination.

The office door was closed, and when Corbin tried to open it, we learned it was locked.

“What do you want to do, boss?” A wicked look crossed his face. “I could fuck you against it until it yields, if your thoughts are still in that direction.”

“Hilarious. How long would it take to get in?”

He frowned, turned toward the door, then said, “Under a minute.”

“Tell me you have the tools in the truck.”

He looked offended. “What kind of man do you think I am? Hey—where are you going?”

“To see if one of the cleaners will open it for us,” I said over my shoulder.

“Baby.” There was a commanding note in his deep voice.

I turned back to see that he was holding the exact tools I’d asked about.

“Really, what kind of man do you think I am? Am I ever not prepared?”

He was lucky he was so hot. He really, really was.

The sixty-second estimate was pretty accurate, though I didn’t time him.

Corbin flipped on the lights.

I went straight for the boxes. Lifting a lid, I looked inside and saw, to my great disappointment, that the box was filled with glassware. I picked a few more boxes at random.

They were all glassware.

Corbin was looking around in the desk. Then he turned his attention to the security setup. “Thought so,” he said. He played with a cable, used his fingers to pinch one end—my nipples twinged in sympathy—and then messed with the connection.

“What are you doing?”

He stepped back. “Fixing it for them.

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