Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 12

Bradley's POV

I rested my chin in my palm and stared off into space. It has been two days and seven hours since I've abducted Tiffany. And nine-teen hours since our heated kiss.

I'd only meant to wipe the smirk off of her beautiful face, but I'd been the one left without a smirk.

Tiffany body was intoxicating. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her, and if I didn't pull away when I did, only God knows what might have happened.

I let my hormones overrule my good sense, and I have no intention of allowing anything like that happen again. And the best way to see that would be to remove myself from temptation. The less I saw Tiffany, the less likely I'd be to kiss her, or worse.

I went down to dinner, and I tried my best to ignore her and I couldn't. I gave in, and I even invited her to walk the horses today.

I shouldn't have done that. I should have left her to decide how she wanted to spend her time. She would most likely have chosen to read, but something deep inside me didn't like the thought of being alone, so I invited her.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I barely knew her, and I'm already pining for her.

I've never had a reaction like that to any women. I've never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her.

But she wasn't mine to have.

She was only here because of her Twitter post. My only goal was to keep her away from the paparazzi, and now I can't seem to keep her out of my mind.

God! She was beautiful.

Her deep chocolate skin was soft and smooth. I wanted to rub myself against her perfectly shaped body and squeezed her round, firm bottom.

I want to stare in her face as she smiled showing, her tiny dimples making me weak to my knees. I want to kiss her sweet pulp lips.

Oh, I want to do naughty and kinky things I want to do to her.

But I won't.

I'll have to try hard not to give in to temptation.

She's off-limits.

I leaned backed, exhaled slowly and rubbed my left temple where the beginning of a headache hovered.

I didn't get headaches, but Tiffany Smith was making my mind go wild.

I shook my head and turned my attention back to the papers on the desk.

My father sent me this file earlier today, and he said he wanted an answer by the end of the day. The file contained a detailed investigation of a company called Meji. Meji was in deep financial trouble and was about to file for bankruptcy. My father gave me the responsibility to read through the investigation provided by one of our private detectives. Apparently, a few workers of Meji was engaged in embezzlement and fraud, which caused the company to lose millions of dollars. The president of Meji, Mark Avoine, came to my father a few weeks back begging for help. Now I had to make the decision whether Meji was worth saving or not. The small digital marketing company was in deep mess, and I honestly don't think they were worth saving. Around fifteen people would be out of a job if we decided not to help them and if we helped them without knowing which employees were doing the embezzlement and committing fraud, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

The only way we could help Meji was if they found out who was embezzling and apparently Mr. Avoine was certain no one in his company was stealing from him, so it was truly a dead end.

But Mr. Avoine was begging, and so maybe he really needed the help.

I took up my cellphone and dialled Caleb. He answered immediately.