Free Hypnotized by the Billionaire by Winter Gemissant Page B

urgency, and I shifted my weight in my chair slightly, trying to hide the fact that I felt incredibly aroused as he leaned down closer to me.
    “You’ve heard about what happens to girls who stay all alone after hours in this building, haven’t you?”
    “Men, too, I’ve heard,” I replied too quickly to stop myself from being cheeky. For a moment he looked at me, and then the trace of a smirk flashed across his face.
    “Men too, Lydia.”
    I knew there would be cleaning people somewhere in the building, there nearly always were. If I acted casual and then screamed, I might escape and be able to tell the tale, maybe even catch him on the security cameras if I played my cards right. But then, wouldn’t someone else in my position have thought of the same thing when this man approached them in their cubicle as they slaved away over lines of code or pushed through a headache to finish writing something for the next morning’s urgent deadline? I couldn’t be the only one to think about bolting, surely. It would be the obvious move. Trying the obvious seemed like a bad idea. Plus, he smelled terrific. Sexy, throbbingly terrific.
    Against my better judgement, I inhaled obviously, letting his musk fill my nostrils, and then I let out a small sigh of pleasure.
    “You smell...rich. Rich as fuck,” I breathed. It was odd, but it felt as though I were hearing myself say it from across a large expanse, like a large field, or a very wide atrium.
    “I am...very, very able to take care of myself, let me say that,” he chuckled. “It’s funny, others have said about as much, but you’re definitely the most direct about it so far. I should probably patent the blend, call it Donovan: Rich As Fuck .”
    I breathed in again, unabashedly this time. “Call it Sexy Rich As Fuck, it’d be more accurate.”
    Who the hell was I all of a sudden? Somewhere in my mind as I sat in the chair looking up at him as he hovered over me, his tall body casting a long shadow across my body, I wanted to tell myself to get out of there, he’s doing something to you, something isn’t right, but I was powerless to resist. His hand reached for my chin and with a firm tilt he lifted my face up to meet his.
    His voice was low and husky and his feral musk of smoke and wood filled my senses as he spoke. “You’re going to do what I say because I’m rich as fuck and because deep inside you know you want this. I think deep inside there’s a dirty girl aching to get out.”
    “Your cologne...Donovan...” I started to breathe, but he chuckled, cutting me off with one finger pushed firmly to my lips.
    “Yes, I’m Donovan. And you’re already on your way to your new life -- don’t fret too much, pet,” he said. He stood back and surveyed me, as though contemplating how to best prepare a meal. “I think you’ll do best telling me what you want.”
    The voice inside me that before had been trying to tell me to get away was silent now. In my head, the only thing I seemed to be able to pull together was something that made my face flush a deep crimson. I didn’t want to get away and he seemed to know it, because again Donovan chuckled.
    “Perhaps I can help you out a little. I’ve found it’s always best to give easy suggestions at first, and you’ll soon be willing to do whatever I tell you to do without much effort at all. It really is quite easy once you come around and realize it’s what you want. It is what you want, Lydia.” His voice was smooth and was like liquid silver. “You want me to fuck you.”
    “I want you to fuck me,” I breathed, hearing my own voice as something sultry and husky, as though I were someone different entirely. Someone who wanted to be fucked in her office by this Donovan. Hard.
    “I’m sorry, I do think you need to speak up a little louder,” he said, tapping a finger to my lips again.
    I licked my lips.
    “It’s really quite easy. Tell me you want me to fuck you. You want me to take you to the atrium