Prologue; Worship Me
Kaitlyn drew in a long sigh, her eyes closing as she slowly took her hand behind her. I could hear the sound of the zipper, my brows furrowing at what she was doing.
"Everyone, leave."
I swallowed, relief washing over me and I quickly turned away, my eyes momentarily closing as the sigh of relief escaped my lips.
"Not you, Morgan."
I stopped, then turned to her, my eyes wide. "Miss Kaitlyn, I have some work..."
"I am your boss, and in here, in this company, you are meant to oblige me."
I swallowed hard, my fists clenching tight. She swallowed, then slowly walked to the small fridge in the corner of her office, pulling out two tubs of ice cream. She walked to the sofa, then kept one in front of her, and pushed the other to me.
"I am lactose intolerant," I said, lying straight through my teeth.
"A little wouldn't hurt," she said, looking up to me.
"I don't want to fall sick."
She said nothing else, then dropped her ice cream, and turned away. The zip of her dress was open halfway, the smooth skin of her back on show.
I lowered my eyes, then shook my head, hating every moment I had to stay here.
"Help me zip up."
I swallowed. "That is not a man's job."
"You are not just any man. Take it as punishment."
I gave a long sigh, then slowly covered the distance to her. Without a word, I sat on the sofa next to her, eager to have it finished and done with. I pulled the zip up, then started to withdraw.
"Morgan," she suddenly said, then turned to me.
Her countenance had changed within that second, her eyes now a dark red that surrounded her hazel, her lips hardly staying without a quiver.
My lips parted as she took me in, her eyes darting across both of mine.
"Miss."
"You called me Kaitlyn the other time."
I swallowed. "My mistake. But..."
She suddenly moved, so she was face to face with me, her nose brushing mine, her fingers softly cupping the nape of my neck. She closed her eyes, breathing me in, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to keep herself grounded.
"What would it take?"
I shook my head. Nothing. It would take nothing. She reminded me of Marilyn who had ruined every single thing I had worked for all my life, and I probably wouldn't be here, a child I knew to not be mine saddled with me. Maybe it would be easier to convince myself of Kaitlyn.
"Miss..."
She moved upwards, her lips slightly brushing mine. My treacherous lids closed on their own, and I swallowed hard, unwittingly taking a handful of her dress.
"This is not what you want."
She shook her head. "I know exactly what I want. I haven't wanted anything more."
I stayed quiet, her lips brushing mine every other second.
"I haven't been able to take you off my mind, Morgan. I need you to worship me."
