Allure

Ch. 14: Czech Mate

ELAINE

For the first time since my initial meeting with Dante, I'm walking into the Cyril Enterprises office meeting.

The last time I was here, I had all but sprinted out of the building with my tail tucked between my legs, believing there to be a bullet with my name on it. Now, the place feels completely different. It's not my name on the bullet anymore.

It's Boris Domek's.

And I'm one of the people holding the gun.

The elevator opens directly into Dante's office, and even though I've been here once before, I'm still blown away by it. The design of the space is so similar to his apartment. Dark, rich, and royal. An office fit for a king.

The empty office space reserved for me at Castillo & Co. is nothing compared to this. It's boring and plain. A mundane space for a mundane job. I think if I had a palace like this to work from, I'd be more motivated.

Dante seats himself in the leather office chair behind his desk. I move to sit in one of the armchairs across from him, but Dante stops me. "Come over here. I need a second set of eyes on this," he orders.

Hesitantly, I circle the desk and stand at his side. Even with his sitting stature, he is tall. I barely tower over him.

Dante quickly types a password into the desktop computer in front of him. He clicks on a folder on the screen, which opens a list of documents. Before he starts scrolling, he rotates his chair slightly and pats his lap. "Sit. Beautiful women should never have to stand."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I clarify, "You want me to sit in your lap?"

"If you do not wish to, I will not force you."

A stream of thoughts run through my mind. At first, I'm hesitant. Sitting on a man's lap seems like such an intimate gesture to me. But then, I remember how he left me to stew after bringing me to orgasm with only his fingers and tongue. He denied me any real, P-in-V sex. Regardless of the fact that we're here to look into a suspect, I'm not foolish enough to pass up the opportunity to get my own revenge.

Teasing is harmless. Surely this businessman can keep his focus on the task at hand, right?

I smile casually and slide my ass onto his lap. I feel him adjust to my added weight on his thighs. The friction of his movement against my jeans causes something to go hard underneath me. I fight my urge to giggle in satisfaction.

Dante doesn't say a word. He starts scrolling through endless pages of documents, slowing ever so often to skim the words in front of us more closely. The pages are mostly filled with names and account numbers.

At this rate, this is going to take all day. I shift my body in his lap so I can face him. I ask, "Why don't you just Control-F the pages?"

Dante's eyes find me. There's confusion written on his features. "What?"

"Look," I reply and replace his hands with mine on the keyboard. I hold down the control key and tap the F. A small search bar pops up in the upper right corner of the screen. I use it to start typing in Boris's name.

"I did not know you could do such a thing," Dante admits from behind me. His chest is pressed against my back as he watches me, and the depth of his voice causes a vibration against my skin.

I shrug. "Work smarter, not harder, right?"

The pages on the computer shift, and a yellow highlight marks the brief mention of Boris Domek. The page is toward the end of the hundreds of pages.