She allowed herself to be held in his arms for several minutes. Then he lowered his head and kissed her. She sighed in contentment. He deepened the kiss and it became rough. She equally met his enthusiasm. He picked her up and repositioned her so that she was straddling his lap, and pulled her in to kiss her roughly. His hands moved up and down her body, roughly.
"If you want to be my woman, you have to take it rough." He growled in her ear. He bit her lip, thinking he might be able to scare her away like this. He squeezed her breast, hard.
She let out a moan of pleasure. And he realized his method of scaring her off wouldn't work. She actually liked it!
"Don't stop!" She whispered in his ear. "Please don't stop!" She begged.
His thoughts of frightening her away were replaced with amazement that he had such power over her body! It was intoxicating. He lost himself in her as he kissed her and touched her with a primal passion and toughness that governed every other aspect of his life.
He stood up still holding her up with one arm. The other arm swept his desk clean. He put her on the desk and pushed her legs apart. He looked down at her and she could see there was a fire burning in his eyes.
"If you become mine, you can never belong to another, do you understand? If you become mine, I own you. There's no going back for you then." His words carried both promise and threat.
"Does that mean you'll marry me?" She asked.
"That depends on how well you perform. In every aspect." He told her sternly.
She thought for a moment. Was it worth the risk? Was he worth the risk? Yes. He was worth it to her and she would do her best.
"Then, I'm yours!" She cried.
Just then, the door to Charles's office was opened and his secretary walked in.
"Your driver is ready downstairs to take you....to the...airport." His words trailed off as he stared wide eyed at his boss leaning over Gemma, who was sprawled across the desk. Mercifully, she was clothed, but it was obvious that he had interrupted a very intimate moment.
"Doesn't anyone I employ know how to knock before entering?!" He bellowed.
"What are you starting at? Do you not still fear death?!" Charles continued to yell.
"Sorry, sir!" His secretary rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
Charles stood up, grabbing at his hair with his hands in frustration.
Gemma giggled. "That was awkward!" She said.
Charles glared at her. "He's discreet. He won't tell what he saw."
"I'm not worried about that. But you better hurry if you want to catch your plane." She warned.
He cast her a look of irritation but headed for the door. He stopped but didn't turn around.
"Oh, and have my desk back in order before you leave." He instructed.
"You're shameless!" She yelled after him.