Free Purr Scent I: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio, #1) by Jacintha Topaz Page A

the offending hand. He may be a frequent visitor in her erotic fantasies, but he was not welcome in real life. Good girls turned CEOs had to remain pinnacles of upright standing all the more in a male-dominated world intent on cut-throat competition.
    “As you wish, Ms. Olsen.” He dropped his hold and let her pass, muttering, “This isn't over.”
    Every hair at the back of her neck stood on end as she carefully made her way to her office. Lunch couldn't have come sooner.
    ***
    C lark eyed Mariah's retreating figure. Her champagne blond hair shifted ever so slightly at the sashay of her hips. He had seen how her tits pebbled under that white blouse, even smelled her faint arousal when he leaned in to speak to her. He would have mentioned it, too, to keep her on edge, but that little comment about security regarding harassment meant she might have trumped that up to sexual harassment.
    That little minx.
    He had already invested too much for her to escape like this without any promise of a future meeting. This meeting was supposed to grant him a legitimate reason to build a plant here and expand his operations with the full support of his executive team. To wait another quarter would actually cost them money in expanding their markets overseas. The timing was right and made fiscal sense.
    He eyed the sway of her hips and determined to make her sway towards sealing the deal.
    Although his headquarters was in Texas and his initial sights were to hire the unemployed in the economically depressed parts of Michigan after the auto industry hightailed, he had slowly acquired more factories and had been planning for a plant closer to Seattle to be in her vicinity on a more frequent basis. More people in his team saw the value of expanding northwest. He won them over without arousing unnecessary suspicion, and now she was getting away and leaving him nothing.
    Fuck. Those legs. He couldn't peel his eyes away from her shapely form.
    Ever since she splashed into the food science industry as the newest and youngest CEO voted in by her board, Clark had been following her career. Not only was she the youngest CEO in her company at the time, she was also the youngest in the science industry. Didn't even have her degree in marketing or business either—just English.
    Mariah's knack for branding and social media rebranded the flailing FoodCOM or some other scientific bleh of a company name into the illustrious hip new name and face of Heartisan Foods. Her efforts produced desired results, tangible financial peaks, and her present indisputably earned title. She knew her stuff, too, and she had to know—if she did her homework, and he knew she did—that part of what he delivered was the best in the food service packaging industry.
    The other part of what he offered he could prove next. That sexy vixen had brains and he wanted to be the one to fuck them out.
    No matter what she said to him up front, those furtive glances she thought he didn't notice during their past meetings told him of another story—one that made him the champ and her the prize. This game of cat and mouse needed to stop today, and he knew just the way.
    His eyes narrowed as he noted the office to which Mariah disappeared. You can walk away, but you can't hide.
    Quickly, he withdrew his cell and called in.
    “Heartisan Foods. Charlotte speaking. How may I help you?” The high-pitch voice earned a one-inch buffer from his ear.
    “This is Mr. Mannings from Mannings Industries. Ms. Olsen mentioned I can stop by after lunch and to call you about her availability.”
    He heard the flipping of paper and tapping of a keyboard before an answer. “Her next appointment is at three until end of day, sir.”
    “Thank you, Charlotte.”
    “Would you like me to schedule you in?”
    “No, thank you. I need to go over some details with my team over lunch before confirming a time block.” He thanked her again before cutting the call.
    As he plotted his next move, his lips curved