“Can you at least give me my scrubs?” she asked. “I can’t walk out there naked.”
“I have them right here. Just open the door.”
She sighed, but nonetheless got up and cracked open the door.
Nathan stood there, now fully dressed in grey slacks and a black button up shirt. He must have at least used his guest bathroom to shower, then.
He held up a bag with the name of a store she didn’t recognize emblazoned across the front of it.
“What’s that?”
“Something to wear. Kate dropped it off. The scrubs were nice before I discovered what was under them, but now I’d prefer to see you in something else.”
Really, really, really don’t like him, she thought. Nonetheless, clothes were clothes. She opened the door just wide enough to snatch the bag from him and closed it again.
Kate might be as cold as her boss, but she had great taste. Layla discovered this after showering and pulling on the strapless purple sundress. It was made out of a comfortable, soft material that felt like jersey but didn’t look like it, and it fit perfectly over the matching strapless lace demi-bra and panty set Kate had also included in the bag.
Layla eventually emerged from the bathroom, freshly scrubbed with her hair finger combed into a less wild version of the bedhead she’d been sporting when she ran into the bathroom. She took a deep, steadying breath, and crossed the loft to face Lucynka.
But all she found was Nathan at his desk, working on a business document.
He looked up from his computer as she approached. “Much better,” he said, his eyes darkening with approval as they ran up and down her body.
She could feel her breasts swell in response to his gaze. How did he do that, she wondered. Make her want to slap him one moment, and desire him the next? Maybe this was how he handled all his women, she thought, by confusing them with hate and sex until they just gave in and agreed to whatever he wanted like she had.
“Where’s Lucynka?” she asked, finding she’d rather face his maid than think too hard about the effect Nathan had on her.
“Oh, I sent her home right after you ran into the bathroom.”
Layla gasped. “You told me I was keeping her from doing her job.”
He smirked. “Yes, well, I had to get you out of there somehow, didn’t I?”
Layla chewed on her lip. “Did you at least apologize before you sent her away?”
He arched an eyebrow at her and leaned back in his chair. “Her apology was getting paid a day’s wages without having to do a day’s work.”
And the switch inside her heart flipped to off again. “Money doesn’t solve everything, you know. Sometimes a sincere apology is actually in order.”
He stared at her blankly as if she were speaking another language.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll apologize to her myself tomorrow.”
“You’re getting all worked up again,” he said. “Layla, come here.”
He patted his lap, but she stayed where she was.
“Are you going to boss me around like this for the next two months?”
He threw her a thin smile and answered. “Yes.”
“Because I don’t think I’m going to like it.”
“Oh, you’ll like it,” he said.
“I mean would it kill you to say please?”
A pause of consideration on his part. “Layla, come here. Please.”
Somehow, his “please” did not sound anything like a request. But he had said it, so Layla went over and sat herself down gingerly on his knee, holding her back straight and as much of her body away from him as possible.
“Look,” he said. “You can be as nice as you want to Lucynka tomorrow, but until then, can Bad Layla come out to play?”
“Bad Layla,” she repeated. The moniker sent a weird shiver through her. “I’m not sure if I know her.”
“Oh, I think you do,” he murmured. “Bad Layla was wet for me, even before I put my fingers inside her. Bad Layla plans to have a lot of fun with me over the next two months, and Bad Layla isn’t afraid to touch me.”
Her throat suddenly felt very dry, like a desert. “I’m not afraid to touch you,” she said.
“See if you can touch me first then, without a command.”
Somehow, this sounded less like an insult and more like an invitation. One she had been waiting for, without knowing she needed it.
She tentatively moved forward, allowing her thigh to rest against his cock, which she could feel become hard as soon as she made contact. But he remained still, saying nothing, only observing her. After a great deal of hesitation, she leaned forward, tilted her head, and connected her lips to his.
She waited for him to plunge his tongue into her mouth as he had before, but he didn’t. He didn’t even wrap his arms around her waist. He just returned her soft, closed-mouth kiss, with his arms at his sides.
So she slipped her tongue between his lips, slowly tangling it with his, her heart cheering when he let out a groan of approval.
Something brazen rose up in Layla and she palmed his dick through his pants before unzipping and unfastening them. Her hand sought him out through the folds in his briefs, and when she found what she was looking for, she guided it out, thrilling when his penis sprang to attention, ready for action, ready for her.
“These are expensive pants, aren’t they?” she said, stroking him up and down. “You’re always so careful about folding them. You never just toss them on the floor.”
“Well, when you import your wardrobe from Europe, you become a little reluctant about tossing it on the ground.”
“Hmm,” she said, biting her lip. “I just wonder if you’re going to be upset about your imported pants when I cream all over them.”
His cock practically jumped in her hand, and that made Layla even bolder. Despite her and Nathan’s many differences, she had never felt this comfortable with a man before, especially not when it came to sex. For as long as she could remember, she’d been a shy lover, feeling more awkward than anything whenever she went to bed with someone she was dating. But it felt like she could tell Nathan anything, talk as dirty as she wanted to him, and it would only make him like her that much more.
“Layla, if you keep on touching me and talking to me like that, I’m going to come right here and ruin both your dress and my pants.”
She let go of his long, thick penis and knelt down in front of him. “Then I should probably swallow when I do this, huh?”