On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 4

Sasha

Dexter was a good-looking man, but not just jaw-dropping good-looking. He was a knickers-drenching, fist-clenching, heart-pounding, fever-inducing, sizzling hot man. Some men were born with a great voice, charisma and looks, but obviously Dexter thought that he was blessed with all of these things. He apparently had this irresistible talent for melting women’s knickers off just with one look. How did I know it?

Because right then I was one of those women.

His eyes were sending scorching heat through me into my bones, melting me like boiling lava. I was so lost when I stared back at his strong jaw, untidily trimmed beard and fit body. He either didn’t like to shave or he preferred looking scruffy. Okay, I had to calm down, because right then I was dribbling over his level of hotness. This was pathetic and wrong on so many levels. I had to fill out the damn paperwork and get the hell out of his office before I lost all my self-respect and became one of those women he played with. His eyes scanned my chest every five seconds and he knew that I noticed.

“Is that your pick-up line? Is this supposed to work for the ladies?” I laughed, trying to mask the nervousness in my voice. Nine months ago, I had sworn off men, promising the universe that love wasn’t for me. Now, I was getting wet because of some hot asshole. I couldn’t let him spoil my stay here just because he was horny. The problem with guys like him was not only the fact that he thought he was God, but also the fact that he had so much money he didn’t know what to do with it, and it gave him a superiority complex.

I shifted my body on the chair, mildly aware of my increasing lust; he was seducing me slowly and painfully. “I’m not one of those girls, so give me the damn paperwork,” I quipped, failing to hide my uneasiness.

His eyes roved over my chest, flickering with something—hunger, desire; whatever it was, it made me feel even more lost to him.

Dexter opened the drawer and threw a paper towards me, smirking. I detested the fact that he was the exact type that I would go for: rough, toned and confident. It was a shame that I had to stay away. Guys like him would eat women like me for supper. Besides, I assumed that he had some sort of dark, twisted, secret side to him. All men have one.

It took me a minute to write down everything that went on in the corridor. After I signed my name on the bottom, I stood up ready to leave. I wished I’d decided to wear something much more elegant. I looked completely out of place in my old jeans.

“There, deal with it, Mr. Tyndall,” I said firmly. “It’s a good thing that I won’t be here for long.”

“I assume that you want to sell the apartment?” he asked in much gentler tone, like he was indeed curious.

“My mother wants me to put it on the market as soon as possible.”

“That’s a shame; if you had been nicer to me, maybe I could have helped you with finding a buyer,” he stated and then he stood up suddenly. My skin prickled with a wave of lust that dove down to my core. His eyes were stripping me of my clothes as he lowered his gaze for the hundredth time to my boobs.

“I don’t need your help. I’m putting the place on the market today. It’s a desirable apartment. I’ll have a secure deal by the end of the week, I’m sure.”

“That depends.” He chuckled, stalking closer.

I had to freaking move, but I couldn’t. My legs weren’t working. I felt like I was the prey to his hunter. “That depends?”

“Depends on if you have a buyer.”

“I’ll have one by the end of the week,” I assured him.

“If you say so, Barbie,” he purred, moving even closer. I backed away until I hit the wall. My knees were shaking. He stood inches away from me, and I could smell his earthy aftershave. My heart was racing, his eyes drilling me back to the wall. Why did he have to be so good-looking? I really didn’t need this right now.

“The apartment is going on the market tomorrow,” I said quietly, almost whispering, backing as far away as I could, but I had nowhere to run. His lips turned up at the corners and he moved an inch closer. I felt his magnificent erection pressed against my groin, rubbing gently against my sex.

“I don’t know what is it about you, but you make me instantly hard. I don’t fuck blondes, but I want you,” he whispered into my ear. My head swam, and desire overtook my usual thought processes. I wanted him and I hated myself for it. “I’m already imagining you in my bed, with me devouring your tight, wet pussy, hearing you scream for me. You could have an offer on this place in an hour. I’m that good.”

There was no way that I was sleeping with him for the sake of a sale. Who the hell did he think he was? I wanted to come up with something, anything, but no sound came out. Desire consumed my mind and I just stood there waiting for him to kiss me. How lame. His eyes searched my face, watching and expecting me to lose this battle. My hormones were screaming with need. I hadn’t had sex for months; well, nine months to be exact. The throbbing between my legs wasn’t helping.

Dexter Tyndall didn’t give me much time to think about my answer. His lips crushed mine and he tasted divine. I couldn’t remember when I had ever been kissed this way. He devoured me. His hands were on my body under my top, running over the naked flesh on my stomach. He pressed me harder against the wall, drenching me as his lips moved against mine.

His self-assurance made me soaking wet for him. He kissed like he had been starving for me since the moment he laid his eyes on me. I caressed his lips with my tongue, wanting and expecting more. A moan escaped my mouth, and that must have given him confidence, because he began tracing his smooth fingers down between my legs. He unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his hand into my knickers. I shut my eyes, completely overwhelmed by his touch.

“Your pussy is so wet for me, Barbie,” he growled, touching and circling his thumb around my swollen clit. Heat sizzled through me, sliding down under my skin, and I couldn’t help but anticipate more. I almost wanted to beg him not to stop. His cock was pressed against my pelvis and I imagined how would it be if I had him inside me now. Dexter’s fingers melted my flesh, teasing and exploring as my breathing grew laboured.

Then the images slipped away, pulling me away from the bliss, and I realised that I couldn’t let him play me like this. Men were deceitful.