Chapter 12: The Morning after the Night Before

JAMIE

When my eyes fluttered open, I found myself squinting because of the light.

I sat up in bed with my head spinning and my stomach doing flips.

Those drinks were a bad idea.

What happened last night?

“What’s wrong with you?”

I turned my head to see Mr. Knight next to me in bed, shirtless, the sheet up to his waist.

“By the look on your face, I’m guessing you don’t remember a thing from last night.”

I certainly don’t remember ~this~.

I jumped out of bed with a fright, trying to create some distance between us.

Thankfully I was fully clothed…but he wasn’t.

“Mr. Knight! You’re—you’re in my bed!”

“Well, that’s what happens when you drink as much as you did. I’ve never seen you drink before,” he said. “Not something that I’ll be forgetting anytime soon.”

Crap. I remember now.

I remembered the blonde woman at the bar, kissing him as she danced.

I got drunk enough that he brought me back here and we kissed at the door.

But I didn’t remember anything after that.

“Did we…”

I couldn’t even bring myself to ask. We could have had sex, and I could have gotten dressed afterward.

He sat up in bed, showing that he was all hard muscle.

“Please, Jamie, give me some credit! I wasn’t going to touch you when you were drunk.”

Thank God.

I released a long sigh of relief, finally certain that I had not had a drunken fling with my boss.

“I don’t want things to be unprofessional in the office, Mr. Knight.”

Mr. Knight stood up from my bed and walked toward me completely naked.

Damn it, I just knew he was naked under those sheets!

Every part of his toned body was on show, and he wasn’t at all embarrassed by it. His muscles moved and his cock did too. I froze.

“I think we’ve passed unprofessional at this point.”

He moved toward me, placing his hands on either side of my head before pressing his lips against mine.

It was unexpected that he would just go for it like that.

He pulled back. His voice was low, gravelly.

“Why don’t you do yourself a favor and allow the Bad Girl to come out and play? I will pleasure her like she’s never been pleasured before.”

My heart was pounding, and he had me totally lost for words—I didn’t know if that was because of his naked muscular physique or his talk of sexual pleasure.

Maybe both.

“We should, uh, probably get ready for that morning meeting with Mr. Blair.”

I needed to say something to change the subject. He was turning me on, and I was weak.

“I don’t need you for this one. You can stay here.”

Casually he picked his clothes up from the floor and started to dress.

Despite trying my hardest to divert my eyes, I just couldn’t. I’d never looked at a man as muscular as he was. His body was sculpted to absolute perfection.

“Are you enjoying the view? It looks like you are.”

“No, er, I just…” I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest in embarrassment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with? It is why I’m here after all.”

“I think you would be better off taking it easy until this evening. You drank a lot last night.”

Mr. Knight moved his pants around the curve of his ass and zipped them up at the front. His shirt came next.

“Did you bring the dress?”

The dress that I purposely left at home?

I shook my head.

“You weren’t feeling it, I’m guessing.” He sighed and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair.

“Meet me in the lobby at 1:30. And please don’t be late.”

He walked to the door, then turned back around with a smirk.

“Make sure to hydrate.”

The door closed.

The man just loves telling me what to do. I know very little about Mr. Knight on a personal level, but it’s obvious he likes to be in control.

It’s his way or no way.

I lay back down on the unmade bed with a sigh.

He was so stuck in my head.

I couldn’t deny that he was hot as hell, and making it very hard for me to resist.

I was the sort who believed in romance, and Mr. Knight was anything but.

Can I just sleep with him? Allow him to pleasure me for one night only and not get attached?

I don’t know!

I moved my hand down my body, into my panties, and moved my fingers gently as I thought of him.

I thought of him naked in front of me with his erection. I thought of him bending over me, pleasuring me himself.

Could the thought of him alone be enough…?

Or was I just denying what I truly wanted?

***

Mr. Knight and I had been greeted with expensive champagne at the doors of a lavish boutique.

The kind of boutique that needed an appointment just to get inside. The kind I would in no way get into without that boss of mine—the warm welcome was all for him.

I looked at the expensive clothing on the racks while he walked alongside me.

“This place is nice. I suppose only the rich are allowed.”

“Being a billionaire goes a long way. It’s better to shop this way, in an empty store with no interruptions.”

I stepped closer to him, breathing in his masculine scent.

“If you think we’re hooking up in the dressing room, you’re going to be left disappointed. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I know you’re not, you’re making that quite clear. We’re here to find you a dress, so let’s do that.” Mr. Knight moved my dark hair back. “Preferably something strapless.”

“I guess we’ll see.” I fixed my shirt and continued browsing. I was shrugging him off like he was having no effect on me.

He watched my every movement while I browsed. I wasn’t sure if he was agitated or impressed by me.

Probably both.

After having his eyes on me for entirely too long, I dropped the act of browsing and cut my eyes at him.

“Mr. Knight, if I may be frank. You’re used to getting what you want, exactly when you want it. Haven’t you ever heard of waiting?”

He turned and picked up two dresses from the rack and handed them to me. Both were red, of course.

“Here. These two. Because you know I like red on you.”

~He likes me in red!~

“You haven’t answered my question.”

He sighed. “Yes, Jamie. I can wait.”

I took the dresses from his hand. “Good.” Then I walked toward the dressing room.

Red isn’t a color I usually go for, but I guess I could try it on just to humor him.

I stepped into the dressing room and stripped down to my underwear.

I looked at myself in the first red dress of his choice. I remembered Mr. Knight telling me that brunettes weren’t his type.

Yet here we were.

I heard his voice outside, so I pulled the silver curtain back and let him have a look.

“That’s quite a dress, Miss Harris.”

“Thank you,” I murmured. He looked like he wanted to come inside. “You shouldn’t come in here, we could get in trouble.”

~Jesus, don’t I sound like a five-year-old.~

He grinned. “I’m Mason Knight, no one tells me what to do.”

He moved me back against the wall, and his lips pressed mine firmly and aggressively—like he wanted more than just a kiss.

Four times we’ve kissed now, each time taking it further than the last.

The difference was this time I was not intoxicated.

And I was full-on kissing him back.

I laced my arms around his neck just as his fingers made their way to my panties. I gasped against his lips as his fingers moved inside of me.

Pleasuring me much better than I had done to myself that morning.

“Is everything okay in there?” said a male voice from the other side of the curtain.

Crap.

Mason pulled back from the kiss. “Everything is fine. She’s decided on one. Red. Will you get her some things to match?”

We waited until eventually we were alone again.

My heart was beating out of my chest.

“Oh my God. I told you we would get caught.”

Getting hot and heavy in a changing room isn’t something I do. That was crazy!

He winked. “I hope we can pick up where we left off later.”

Then he turned and left the dressing room.

The moment he was out of sight, I leaned back against the wall with a sigh.

I’d enjoyed that a bit too much.

I looked in the mirror: my cheeks were red and flushed, my hair messy.

I saw disaster ahead. But damn if I wasn’t liking the journey already.