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Savage

Kristen Mullings

The Offer

Sage

At the sight of Mr. Heinrich’s smirk, I couldn’t think straight. I felt a rush of adrenaline. Anger flooded me all over again.

My job.

My life.

My pussy.

He’d fucked with everything.

I didn’t hesitate. I swung my hand toward his face again, hoping to make contact, but—the bastard was faster.

His firm palm caught my wrist, fingers snaking around it, radiating heat through me.

“Oh no, mein feisty kätzchen,” he said, lowering my hand.

But at the same time, under the café table, his leg extended toward my open legs like a submarine gliding into a dock.

His foot was like the rest of his body—big, perfectly proportioned. Unbidden, my legs widened.

Mr. Heinrich slowly placed his foot on the edge of the chair between my thighs, careful not to actually touch them.

Heat reached out from his sole. Penetrating me. The blood that my heart should have been pumping to my brain reversed direction toward my southern region.

My emotions betrayed me. I should have been pissed off by his rudeness, but it turned me on. His smooth way hinted at a warmth beneath his icy surface.

“As much as I’d like to fuck you now,” he said, “it is simply not the time.”

A hot flush burst into my cheeks. His smug smirk changed, though, growing more serious as he lowered his foot and said the most surprising words in the world.

“In truth, I’d much rather get to know you first.”

“You...what?” I stammered.

“Call me old-fashioned. But I like to know the inside and out.”

“Mr. Heinrich—”

“Roman.”

That was even stranger. As long as I’d worked at his company, I’d known the policy. Never use first names. That kind of familiarity would lead to…

Well, it looked like it hadn’t made a difference in our case. I sighed, giving in to this one demand.

“Roman, listen. After what you did to me, what makes you think, in any world, I’d ever want to spend another second near you?”

“Simple,” he said, grinning. “Your interview.”

I frowned. How did he know about that. Unless…

“Who do you think recommended you?”

The air left my chest. The bastard. He had planned all of this. I was just a little chess piece he was moving around. Playing with.

No.

I was going to get this job on my own. Without any of his help.

“While I appreciate the recommendation,” I said through clenched teeth, “I can handle the rest myself. Thank you very much.”

He shook his head.

“No, no, Sage. You still do not understand. I own the majority of the shares in Design Group Inc. as well. So, effectively, your interview begins now.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?” I had to ask.

“Look at my face.”

He wasn’t laughing.

“Let me get this straight, Mr. Fucking Heinrich. You get me off in your office. Fire me. Try to fix my next interview. Then say you want to be friends?”

“The name is Roman.”

If he was going to fuck with me, I was going to fuck with him.

“Whatever. And now you’re blackmailing me?”

“Yes, you’ve got it straight. Shall we order breakfast?”

***

I couldn’t believe it. This was beyond unethical. The man had me in a bind and, using fucking eggs and pancakes, was trying to butter me up.

Still, as royally pissed as I was, I had never seen Mr. Heinrich—or Roman, that was—look so...relaxed. He wasn’t wearing his usual fancy-shmancy suit.

No, just a casual T-shirt and jeans. For the first time, I noticed he had sleeve tattoos. Something I never would have expected to find on him.

What other secrets did he hide? I wondered.

Roman began with general questions. Age. Education. Country of origin and so forth. All of this he could’ve found out from reading my CV, so what was he up to?

“You mind if we cut the bullshit?” I finally interjected.

“Fine,” he said, leaning back. Still smirking. “Feel free to ask me anything.”

"Here’s a start. Why did you fire me in the first place?”

“Because I can not have you and me working under the same roof if I am going to have you.”

He said it in a tone that was so matter-of-fact I couldn’t believe what I was hearing for a second. Then it clicked, and I choked.

Actually physically choked.

Roman stood up and kneeled beside me, patting my back, pouring me water, looking concerned.

“Are you okay, kätzchen?”

His hands touched my face, turning me toward him. They were so warm it created a chain reaction I couldn’t fight.

Chills went up my spine.

My nipples hardened at his touch.

The blood, redirected from my brain, pumped to my core.

I felt a sensation of swelling between my legs.

I won’t let him make me stain this dress.

Pinching my legs together, I focused deeply on holding back the river that was beginning to flow. He looked deeply into my eyes and told me to breathe. In, out.

A repeating theme for me, it seemed.

Finally, when I had recovered, gulped down some water, and Roman had returned to his seat, I looked at him, still in shock over what he’d said.

“What was that?”

“The answer to your question.”

“I can see that it’s your answer, but it was just so forthcoming.”

“Do you not want me to tell the truth? Are truths not something you desire?”

“But...what makes you think I want to be yours?”

“You do.”

I looked away. Both because he was right and because he was wrong. How could I want someone who had so humiliated me?

But at the same time, every carnal instinct screamed otherwise.

And he could sense it.

“Where I'm from, we say what is on our mind. We don’t beat around the bush as I see a lot here. That’s a waste of time. For instance, when I sat beside you now, I could smell another man on you. Correct?”

Shit.

How good was this guy’s nose? He could smell Wong? His eyes were a raging storm now, even as his posture and voice remained calm.

“What business is that of—”

“I asked, is that correct?”

“Where I’m from, tax-paying citizens only have to answer questions from the police. So unless you’ve got another surprise up your sleeve, and you’re also a fucking deputy, you can take your question, turn it sideways, and shove it straight up your—”

“You are playing with fire, kätzchen. If we are to continue, that will not be permitted.”

“You’re assuming I want to continue anything with you.”

He leaned back in his chair now, studying me, taking his sweet time to formulate his response.

“It is your turn to be honest, Sage,” he said finally. “Tell me. What do you want?”

“I...I don’t know.”

He smiled and stood up, handing his credit card to the waiter.

“I appreciate your truth. Soon, you will know. I can tell you that.”

“Where are you—”

“You have the rest of an interview to attend to. I have work.”

Roman turned to go, and I stood up, then immediately sat back down when I saw the wet spot on my seat.

Shit.

I stained my dress.

At least it was black.

I was still itching to know one thing.

“Mr.—I mean, Roman. What makes this arrangement any different?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m still working at a company you own. There’s still a...conflict of interest.”

Roman shrugged.

“I have shares there. Not sole control. Really, it should be the least of your concerns.”

“Couldn’t I just work somewhere else?”

“Then how would I keep an eye on you?”

And with that devilish smirk, Roman Heinrich turned and walked out of the café. Leaving me to boil in my own juices, knowing the interview I was about to step into was fixed.

Realizing whatever game we were playing had just begun…

***

Wonghey babe
Wongwanna hear you screaming when you’re coming on my dick again, babe
Wongi can see me thrusting so fucking hard into your tight little pussy right now
SageWay to get a girl 💦
Wongcum over
Wongnow

I was lying on my bed, hanging out with Ronnie, when I received the text from Wong.

I hid my phone away.

Sure, I hadn’t accepted Roman’s terms. Yet. So I was free to do as I pleased. But weirdly, I still somehow felt guilty.

“I still can’t believe all this,” Ronnie said. “What Heinrich is doing is crazy. Stalker-like almost. Scary.”

“I know.”

“And still you’re into it?”

“I can’t explain.”

“He’s going to want a response soon enough, isn’t he?”

I shrugged. I figured, after the interview—which went as swimmingly as expected—given that it was staged—I didn’t owe Roman, Wong, or any damn man anything.

And it wasn’t like I’d been offered a job yet. The ball was still in Roman’s court.

If I would even feel comfortable taking the job.

I was about to ask Ronnie more about this mysterious fiancé, Jav, when I received another text. I assumed it was Wong again. But…

RomanGuten Morgen, Miss Sauvignon. I wanted to inform you personally that you were selected for the position that you interviewed for.
RomanCongratulations. You will begin next Monday.
SageWow thanks! A text confirmation huh…
RomanWhat would you have rather had?
SageUm… Oh nothing. I’m just used to calls
RomanSo how does this affect your decision, regarding my other offer?

I squirmed around a bit, reading his last message. I didn’t know what to say. This was all too much information for me to process at once.

“What is it?” Ronnie asked.

“Nothing. Just need to clear my head, I think.”

“AKA you need to have sex. I know you, Sage.”

We both laughed, but Ronnie wasn’t wrong. Before I could help myself, I was opening up my phone and looking between Wong’s and Roman’s texts.

Both waiting for a response.

Both wanting something from me.

But only one was about to get what I had to offer...

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