My Vampire Boss (Fantasy Men Book 1) Page 2

  I’m not sure how to even respond to that, so I just smile and nod, and hope she stops talking and moves along to another co-worker she can give advice to. But she doesn’t. The way her eyes shine and she bounces from foot to foot; it looks like she has some juicy gossip to share.

  “Guess what I heard?”

  I shrug.

  “I heard Rafe Kenyon is coming into the office today.”

  “What?” I’m out of my chair. “When? Why?”

  Sarah chuckles. “Wow, what’s gotten into you?”

  “Nothing.” I sink back into my chair. “It’s just a surprise to hear he’s coming here.”

  “I know right? The mysterious CEO. He’s so fucking hot. I’d kill to have him boss me around for the day.”

  I gape at her. This is the first time I’ve ever heard her curse. “Do you know why he’s coming?”

  “I heard he’s on the lookout for a new PA. Gisele is getting old.” She shrugs. “Or maybe someone’s getting fired.” She wriggles her eyebrows then prances out of my office.

  I glare at her on her way out. I know she’s been clamoring for my job for the past three months. And she’s obviously in a great mood thinking that I’m about to get fired. She’d probably come in her panties to know it could be more than that. I have a feeling he’s here to do more than just fire me. And for some odd reason, the thought doesn’t quite scare me the way I think it should. I squirm on my chair a little, the heat between my thighs intensifying.

  I try to complete my day without worrying, but it’s almost impossible to do. I wonder more than once if I could sneak out of the office without anyone noticing. I probably could with a fair amount of creativity and cunning, but some twisted side of me wants to stay to face Rafe and see what he plans to do to…er, with me. By the time five o’clock rolls around I’ve imagined all sorts of creative things and every single one of them involves me in some state of arousal and undress.

  Ten minutes after five, and the majority of the office has already left the building. I see Sarah roll out, after waving happily at me. I tamp down the urge to flip her the middle finger, and instead wave back, all smiles and sunshine. By half past, I’m the only one left, and a feeling of disappointment surges through me. I should be happy I’m not getting fire, or worse, getting munched on by some sexy vampire. I stand, gather my purse and jacket and head for the door.

  “Natalie Kilmer.” I turn to the sound of my name and see a petite older woman in a smart suit beckoning me. “Mr. Kenyon will see you now.”

  I follow Gisele, who is Rafe’s personal assistant, through the office to the board room. I don’t know how he managed to get in there without anyone seeing him. It’s not like the office has a back door. She opens the door and gestures for me to enter. I do. I don’t see him at first, but then he rises from one of the high-backed leather chairs situated around the large oval boardroom table, and I swallow, and I know it’s audible because he smiles.

  “Hello, Ms. Kilmer. May I call you Natalie?”

  I nod, completely unsure of where my voice went.

  He gestures to one of the chairs. “Please sit.” I don’t, although I should since my knees are wobbling like melted rubber.

  “Are you firing me?” Ah, there’s my voice. A little shaky, but still in working order.

  One perfectly sculpted eyebrow goes up. “Why would I want to fire you?”

  “Because, ah, because of…” Maybe he didn’t know I saw him. Maybe this meeting is just some random event having nothing to do with the other night when I witnessed my boss bite a woman in the neck and drink her blood while finger fucking her into complete bliss.

  “Because you followed me from the coffee house to the Steel Cage club?”

  My mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. I most likely look like a vulnerable little guppy gasping for air. “I can explain,” I finally manage to stammer.

  “Can you?” And there’s a slight tilt of his beautiful mouth, as if my stammering and sputtering amuses him. “Because I would love to hear it.”

  “Um, it’s just, well, you are a bit of mystery around here, and curiosity got the better of me.”

  “You know what curiosity did to the pussy…cat, don’t you?” He takes a predatory step toward me, his eyes glinting evilly in the light.

  I squeeze me eyes shut and brace for it. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

  He laughs. Not just low sexy chuckles, but full-on guffaws. I open my eyes to see him almost doubled over. Well, now that’s just cruel, to laugh at someone before you rip their throat out. It’s rude too.

  He looks at me. “Natalie, I’m not going to kill you, I want to ask you out for dinner.”

  “I’m sorry, what now?” I gape at him again, sure I do not hear anything correctly. “You want to take me out on a date?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you fascinate me.”

  “I fascinate you? I’m pretty sure you have no real idea of who I am.”

  He narrows his eyes. “Natalie Kilmer, 39 years old, divorced from Scott two years ago. You’ve worked for Kenyon Properties for seven years now as one of eight account managers. You’re very good at your job, and you always wear a red skirt to the motivational conferences.”

  “How do you know all that?”

  “I know a lot of things. And I love the color red. It’s my favorite color.”

  I bet, I whisper under my breath. But he hears me.

  “Um, okay, when do you want to have dinner?”

  “Now.”

  “Now?” I squeak.

  “Yes. I know this perfect place. The food is amazing, and so is the music. You’ll love it.” He crosses the distance between us and offers his arm. “Shall we? My car is waiting for us outside.”

  Stunned, I take his arm because honestly, I don’t know what else do to. He’s taken me a bit by surprise. I was expecting a firing for sure, a lynching perhaps, but not a dinner date.

  The car waiting for us is a black limo. I’ve ridden in one before—girls’ night out after graduating from college—but this felt decadent. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the buttery soft black leather seat. He came in after me and the driver, in full uniform, shut the door behind him.

  “Would you like a drink?” He picked up a bottle of dark liquid, that I assumed was whiskey or rye, poured it into one crystal tumbler, and handed it to me. He didn’t pour another.

  I took a sip. It was whiskey, but it went down smoothly. “Aren’t you having one?”

  “I don’t drink.”

  “Like anything? Or just alcohol?” I’m tempted to call him a liar, but figure I should hold my tongue before something horrible happens to it.

  “Alcohol.” He smiles that lazy, sexy smile of his and my body responds. It gets hot in the car all of a sudden, and I know my face is flushed. Maybe it’s the whiskey. Or maybe it’s just my lustful reaction to him.

  I watch him over the rim of the glass as I drink. He’s watching me pointedly, which makes me nervous. There is nothing subtle about this man. He’s very upfront and straightforward, and he doesn’t have to speak a work to know exactly what he wants. My whole body quivers at the thought of what he wants. I know I should be thinking of ways to escape, but I’ve been dreaming about this man for months, and I can’t shake the fog of desire he’s put me in.

  “Are you going to bite me?” I figure I might as well be up front as well. Lay all the cards on the table, so to speak.

  “Do you want me to?”

  I like that he does not deny what I saw. It’s probably because he’s really got nothing to lose. Even if I did spread the word about his nocturnal habits, who would believe me?

  “I don’t know. What happened to that woman after…you, you know?”

  “Claudia had several intense orgasms; she even squirted after I fucked her hard.” He lazily ran a finger over his bottom lip. “Then she got a ride home to her husband and two kids. In this car, actually.”
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  Sweet Jesus. Shocked, I just stare at him, then toss back the whiskey. The burn of the alcohol mixes with the burn in my belly from his words. My panties instantly moisten. The intensity of it makes me want to moan, but I gnaw on my top lip instead.

  He obviously knows exactly what’s going on, because his lips twitch into another grin, as he looks me up and down, his gaze lingering a bit too long on my crossed legs as if trying to see between them. I wonder if he knows how hard it is for me, not to uncross my legs and show him exactly what he’s doing to me.

  The car stops, and the driver gets out. I’m still too stunned to do or say anything. The door opens, and Rafe gets out. His hand reaches in for me to take. I do, and let him guide me out of the car and to the door. I look up, way up, at the imposing glass and steel building and realize this isn’t any restaurant I’m aware of. I’m pretty sure this is where he lives.

  A doorman opens the front door for us. “Good evening, Mr. Kenyon.”

  “Good evening, Joe. This is my companion, Natalie.”

  Joe smiles at me, and tips his head. “Nice to meet you, Natalie.”

  I’m still struck mute, so I just smile and nod to him, as Rafe leads me into the opulent lobby of his apartment building. There is a bank of elevators to the right and as we approach the doors slide open, and we enter. Rafe slides out a key card, passes it over a small white box on the elevator number bank, it beeps and goes green, then presses the PH button, which I assume is the penthouse.

  He just looks at me as the elevator ascends. It’s like he’s trying to decide which part of me he wants to eat first. I desperately want to point to my pussy and say, the starter’s line is right here my friend. Oh, it’s also the finish line as well in case you were wondering. I lick my lips finding my mouth is insanely dry all of sudden. I swallow again, fear and desire mixing around in an explosive cocktail in my belly.

  The elevator stops and the doors open. I walk out into a two story entry way that boasts marble floors, and Romanesque columns. Rafe leads me through to the main living area, and I gasp at the view. It’s all windows, floor to ceiling, which is twenty feet high at least. Everywhere is dark brown leather furnishings, with warm inviting cushions and throws. Vivid artwork and interesting statues dot the walls and tables. I walk to the window and look out at the lit up city skyline.

  “You have got to be kidding me? This view is unbelievable.” I stand back and take in all the glass. “So, what do you do in the day? That sunlight has to be killer.” I glance over my shoulder to see him lounging on one of the leather sofas, watching me with an amused look on his face. I know I’m pushing my luck, but he honestly doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looks like he’s enjoying our little game of cat and mouse.

  “Metal shutters. With a push of a button, I can have all the windows sealed.”

  I move away from the windows to stand in front of him. “Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room? About what I saw last night?”

  “If you wish.”

  “Are you a vampire?” There I said it. It’s out in the open.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think either you are, or you are into some weird ass shit like blood play, which is kinda gross.”

  He smiles. “So, you’d rather I am a vampire, then some weirdo with a strange fetish?”

  “Yes.”

  He chuckles, and the sound rumbles over me. I shiver. “I like you, Natalie. You’re a pragmatist.”

  “So are you?”

  “If I were, aren’t you afraid I’ll bite you and suck you dry?” The way he says suck, makes my whole body quiver with delight.

  “No.” My voice shakes.

  “Don’t start lying now, Natalie. I like your honesty. It turns me on.” He starts to unbutton his shirt, and my throat goes dry.

  “Yes,” I say, “I’m afraid.”

  “Good. It makes everything taste better.”

  “M-m-my blood?”

  “Your blood, your skin, your cunt. Everything.” When he finishes with the buttons, he takes off his shirt, and tosses it to the side. His chest is smooth and pale, and I desperately want to touch it. Touch him. “Take off your clothes.”

  I do what he asks without hesitation. My hands shake as I first slip my blouse over my head, then unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stand there in my bra, panties, and nylons. His gaze never leaves me. His jaw is tight, but then his mouth opens, and he licks his lips. I spy tips of distended fangs in his mouth. The slam of desire is instant. It hits me right in the gut, and I nearly groan. It’s empowering to know that I have him enthralled with my actions.

  “Take the rest off.” He leans back on the sofa and rubs a hand over his crotch. Even from here, I can see the tent his erection is making in his pants.

  I pull down my nylons and step out of them. Now I feel a bit self-conscious. I’m not one of those women who have a bad body image of themselves. I’m pretty happy with how I look. But to bear it all, to be vulnerable in front of a stranger is frightening, and exciting all at the same time. I fumble with the clasp of my bra until I finally get it and pull it off and let it drop. My breasts bounce free. And when I say bounce, I mean it. I have double Ds, and they are very springy. Next comes my panties. I send a silent thank you to God for reminding me to trim the hedge last night. I hook my thumbs into the band and pull them down my legs until I am completely naked and quivering in front of my boss. My pussy is wet, I can feel moisture dripping down the insides of my thighs, and I wonder if he can smell me.

  “Do you masturbate Natalie?”

  I nod. “Yes.” I’m nearly breathless.

  “How many times a week do you masturbate?”

  “F-f-four.”

  “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

  “Yes.”

  He pats the sofa next to him. “Come here and show me how you fuck yourself.”

  I walk over to the sofa, my legs wobbling, and sit where he points. I’m unsure what to do, how to start. I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before. I don’t know the protocol. “I’m not sure—,”

  “Open your legs.” He grabs my ankles, and pulls my legs apart, placing one heel onto the back of the sofa, and the other onto the coffee table. At this angle, everything is on display. I can feel the coolness of the room on my outer lips. Oh God, I nearly come right there and then, especially when his gaze penetrates me.

  He takes my hand and places it on my pussy, pushing my fingers into my slick folds. He helps me stroke myself a few times, then pulls away to watch. I’m eager now to show him how I do it. I can’t stop now even if I want to. My body won’t let me. It’s already running to the edge. I slide my fingers over my clit, up and down, in circles, each stroke sending a little jolt of pleasure zinging all over. I go a little faster now; my pussy is purring, ready to take whatever I can give it. And I give it hard and fast until I’m panting.

  Rafe watches me, his eyes are shiny, and the tips of his fangs now fully visible. His hand is in his pants, and he’s rubbing his cock, just as fast and hard as I’m flicking my clit. I’m so slippery that my fingers easily slide into my cunt. One, two, then three go in so easy, so nice. With one hand rubbing me off, and the other pumping hard, it isn’t long before I can feel an orgasm ready to burst.

  “Oh fuck!” I groan, so close I grind my teeth.

  Then Rafe is right there, grasping my wrists and pulled my hands away. I struggle against him, my body already on its way to climax. I gasp and bite down on my bottom lip. I kick my legs, wanting to finish myself off, but he won’t let me. Tears form in my eyes at having been denied total and complete bliss.

  Still grasping my wrists, he leans forward, his face nearing my pussy. Moaning, I tilt my hips toward him. I’m shameless. I don’t care; I just want to climax, anyway I can. He takes one long lick from my anus to my clit, and I buck against him. Then he nuzzles his face into my upper thigh and I think oh God, he’s going to bite me and I tense up. Please, I nearly beg.r />
  But he doesn’t. Instead, he lets me go and sits up. “You may leave now.”

  I gape at him. I can’t be hearing correctly.

  He leans back on the sofa, as if completely unaffected. “I said, you can get dressed now and leave. My driver will take you home or wherever you wish to go.”

  Frowning, I pull myself together and sit up on the sofa. “You’re kidding me?”

  “No, Natalie, I’m not kidding you.”

  I’m stunned. I get to my feet and gather my clothes up. “You’re an asshole.”

  “Maybe next time you will think twice about following me.”

  I turn to glare at him. “This was punishment?”

  His eyes shine a little in the light, and there is an amused tilt to his lips. “Yes.”

  I grab the nearest thing to me and throw it at him. “Fuck you!” The expensive looking bowl shatters on the table next to him. He doesn’t even flinch. He just smiles, regarding me like I’m some petulant child. Which I guess I am behaving like right now.

  I pull on my panties, snap on my bra and redress. I shove my nylons into my purse and grab my jacket. Angry and frustrated tears roll down my cheeks, as I slip on my shoes. He doesn’t say another word, just watches me. He’s still shirtless and has a huge erection. I imagine my humiliation is keeping him hard.

  As I head to the elevator, his voice follows me out. “And you’d be wise to keep this to yourself, Natalie.”

  Once I’m in the elevator, I let the sob I’m holding out. What an asshole! I can’t even believe it. In the lobby, I march out and run into his driver. He’s holding the door open to the limo.“Mr. Kenyon has instructed me to take you wherever you wish, Ms. Kilmer.”

  My first instinct is to flip the driver the middle finger, and walk away. But then I picture the inside of the limo, and all that booze stashed there. That’s a lot of booze. Hundreds of dollars’ worth at least. I slide into the back of the car, and the driver shuts the door. Immediately I pick up the whiskey bottle and pour myself a drink. I down it, and pour another. While I sip that, I explore the rest of the car.

  I find four more bottles of expensive liquor, all unopened; I can only safely shove one of the bottles into my bag, a phone charger which I also shove into my bag, and a bag of breath mints, which yes, I also confiscate. Because fuck Rafe Kenyon. He’s an asshole and if I could actually steal the limo, I would.