Under Control

Ch 8: A Tease

Azrael pov:

"So where do we stand then?"

"Pretty well off. Donny's gang hasn't been able to keep up with us since we took some of his men in." Rosemary stood in front of my desk.

"I see… then let's keep it up. I don't need some old bastard trying to make a comeback." I waved her off. She nodded and took her leave.

Going back to my paperwork I was interrupted by my door opening and revealing Amilia. She wore a tight white dress that stopped mid thigh and black strappy heels with it.

"You have a meeting in 10 minutes, one at 5 and a business call at 6:30. If you want to be responsible I suggest you get up and move your ass." Always a snarky attitude with her.

"Good afternoon to you as well Amilia." I thought she was cute, even with the attitude.

"I hate when you smile." Her face was blank but her eyes were cold.

"I love when you do."

"Gross. Let's go " Turning on her heel she led the way, my eyes glued to her ass the entire time.

"Keep staring and I'll rip your dick off." She smirked at me over her shoulder. Entering the elevator we took it down to the 42 floor.

"Kinky, what else are you gonna do?" Placing my hand above her head I leaned over her smaller frame.

"Depends. You gonna buy me dinner?" She pulled on my tie, lowering me to her eye level.

"I'd buy you the world to see you smile." Giving her a confident smirk she smiled and pulled me down for a kiss.

I didn't waste a second on pinning her to the wall and wrapping a hand around her neck. She moaned when my tongue slipped in, wrestling with hers deliciously. A guttural groan left me when her hands palmed the front of my pants.

"You fucking tease." I husked against her lips.

"We have a meeting, Ms. Whitlock." Giving my half hard dick a final squeeze she pushed me back and made herself presentable.

Running a hand through my hair and adjusting myself I hid my excitement and gathered my business face by the time the elevator opened. Exiting, we headed for the conference room. I waved and smiled at some of the employees as we walked.

Entering the room I sat myself at the head of the table with Amilia by my side, diligently taking notes on her laptop. More of the men trickled in ready to say their piece and listen to the presenter.

I grew bored almost instantly, I'd look it over in her notes and read the papers when they came. I was mostly trying to stay comfortable with half a hard on and a bunch of men talking.

"You're fidgeting." She whispered to me, eyes never leaving her screen.

"Can't help it. You riled me up." I whispered back.

The room was sort of dark, a man at the very end presenting with the whiteboard and projector. All he did was talk numbers, investments, and projects to greenlight.

"Maybe if you weren't so easy then you wouldn't be riled up." She snickered quietly. Smiling, I lean towards her ear and make it seem as though I'm whispering to her.

Sticking my tongue out I drag it across the shell of her ear, earning a shiver. She pushed my face away and covered her ear, face plastered with irritation.