Dauntless Desires

3

Eric found his new assistant to be classified as one thing, a distraction. One he couldn't well afford.

He was used to having pretty assistants. So what was it about Tris? With her looks, it would have been easy to pin her as one of those dumb blonde types who simply did what they were told to keep everyone else happy.

As the weeks went by, his assumptions were shot down one by one. She was not the little Abnegation stiff that had showed up at Dauntless a little over a year ago.

For starters, she had no clue what a bombshell she was. Even with her dull fashion sense, her black jacket covered most of her upper body, but he could still see that she was a mouth-watering morsel. He couldn't help but notice the gun she kept tucked in the back of her pants, she wore it every day. She had a knife strapped to her thigh. He found it hard to keep his eyes to himself, her pants weren't too tight but they were just right to hug her curves.

After a few days, he couldn't stand it any longer. He made her know he was implementing a dress code where she was concerned. He had no problem about telling her how much he disapproved of her style of dress. "It might look fine while you were training initiates...or working in the armory," he drawled, "But as my direct employee, I expect more...verve."

"Verve," she asked as her eyebrow quirks do at his Erudite vocabulary.

So saying, he ignored her puzzled gaze and her comment and settled an allowance for a total overhaul of her wardrobe.

"Is this totally necessary, Eric?" she'd asked, the words barely making it past her pursed lips. He could tell she was very disgusted at his comment.

"In the coming weeks, you'll be accompanying me on trips and when needed, to social functions. Most times you will be the face of my office, of Dauntless, the first person people come in contact with when it comes to meeting me. I'd expect you to look the part and not as if your attire was put together from the factionless sector."

"I don't..."

He smirked as she seemed to catch herself from saying something else she would regret. He nodded in somewhat smug approval. "You can take the afternoon off and follow my instructions as to what I expect in terms of appearance. If you show up in anything I don't like, I'll just have to send you back home."

"Point taken, Eric," she murmured, almost sarcastically and turned sharply on her boot heels to leave.

She couldn't lie she was really looking forward to going with Eric to meet with the other faction leaders, to sit in on meetings and understand more about what was going on in Chicago and how they could build to be better.

"One more thing," he said in a calm voice. She swivelled to face him once again before reaching the door. "Don't ever question me again. When I say jump, you ask how high. That is, if you intend working with me long."

He watched her huff and stiffly exit his office and then his lips curved up into a smirk. He'd finally gotten to her. Good. Because he had to give her a dose of what she made him feel. He sensed her indifference or perhaps, her outright dislike. Eric had never minded women hating his guts, or anyone for that matter, but one thing he wasn't used to was anyone being unmoved by him. Especially a woman who'd got under his skin from the very first moment her new Dauntless self stepped foot into his office.

He'd seen the look on her face. That mask of shocked lust that had stirred him deep in his loins. But it was gone in an instant that he'd doubted if it had ever been there. And since then, nothing. She was every bit the efficient cocky Dauntless dream, he'd needed to knock her down a step, along with his orders for her wardrobe change. Damn. He had zero tolerance for this. He lived for his faction, barely making time for his personal life, which Max pointed out on a regular basis. Women were an afterthought for Eric, and they usually fell into his bed without question anyway. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever had to actively pursue a woman he desired. But it was safe to say he'd never desired any woman of recent the way he did Tris Prior, the former Stiff.

In just the ten days she had been working for him, he had imagined the many positions and situations he could have her pinned beneath him, taken hard by him. Or with her rocking those shapely hips from on top of him, impaled up on his dick. Hell, even her shoved against the wall, with him thrusting deep from behind, making her feel him in her farthest crevice.

Eric pulled himself from his thoughts. He really needed to get laid. He'd hung on to this celibacy bullshit for way too long. His aversion for any form of commitment had seen him avoiding relationships of any sort. Women seemed to want more out of him than he was willing to give. He didn't need anyone interfering in his life now, or ever.

He hadn't expected Tris to spark his interest or desire. And yet she did, without even trying. Eric knew the image he portrayed was as someone who never really cared for anyone else but himself. It was certainly true that once he had been a cold-hearted womanizer, and person all around and yet now he didn't even have the patience for the game. Maybe he was done playing.

What if it was time to switch things up? Maybe, a diversion was exactly what he needed. And Eric felt he knew exactly where to start in his new direction to shake things up a little. He got a cocky grin on his face and left the office for the night.