Page 85 of Checkmate
Huh. Perhaps people had noticed.
“I’ve answered phones, filed documents, and made sure you’ve never missed an appointment. I’ve made sure everyone has access to what they need and kept the staffroom well stocked.
“Tell me where I haven’t been professional, Alex?”
“That right there,” he said, gesturing towards her. “Calling me Alex and speaking with attitude.”
She barked out a laugh and shrugged. Fuck him. It was he who told her anything other than his name was too formal. And that was before they’d started fucking.
“Okay, Sir. I’ll remember that going forward. Is that everything?”
“No, it’s not everything Sophie. Are you fucking kidding me? Why are you being so cold towards me?”
Anger boiled in her veins as her lip curled. She could unleash every thought she’d had the past week, or she could play him at his own game.
“I’m sorry, sir. I believe we have a closed-door policy. Personal stuff left at the door, remember?” She smiled sweetly at him.
“Sophie, so help me God, if you don’t answer me right now, I’ll find cause to fire you.”
“Do it then,” she said, meeting his gaze confidently. “Fire me.”
“Stop it,” he said, a vein throbbing in his temple. “Use your big words and tell me what your problem is.”
“You are my problem,” she said simply. “Now fire me, or let me get back to my work.”
Pushing his chair back, Alex jumped to his feet, moving around the desk and grabbing her arm before she could stop him. Pulling her to her feet, he held her close to his chest.
“Don’t test me, bitch. I fucking own you, and you know it.”
“You own shit,” she spat. “Get your hands off me.”
“Why should I?” He asked, his eyes darkening, his free hand grabbing her backside and pulling her flush against his crotch. “Especially when I know how much you love my hands on you.”
Sophie’s mouth went dry, her confidence shattering.
This was the downside to enjoying the kind of sex she did. A commanding tone and rough hands were enough to make her melt.
And he fucking knew it, the bastard.
“I’ve outgrown you,” she said. “Only last night I invited Marcus back into my bed and he reminded me what I’ve been missing.”
“Lying bitch,” he said, his head swooping and capturing her lips in a kiss. It was a possessive kiss, his lips hard against hers until her lips pressed against her teeth. He meant to punish her, to remind her of her place.
And God help her, she was allowing herself to fall into the trap.
She was so angry with herself. So angry at him.
“No!” She said, pulling away from him. “We are done, Alex!”
“We’re not done until I say so,” he growled. “You are mine.”
“No!” She raised her hand, using as much force as she could muster to bring her palm flat against his cheek in a slap so hard that the sound echoed around the room.
He released her, covering his cheek in shock. “Sophie—”
“No! I was yours. I would have done anything you asked. I did do anything you asked. And then you put my life in danger and didn’t have the decency to fucking call!
“We are finished, and I want nothing more to do with you. To save you the effort of firing me, I quit. I fucking quit.
