Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 101

Chloe took the cup without saying a word. Bobbi simply stared up at me, silently seething.

"He's married," I said, turning away from her to watch the numbers on the elevator keypad.

"Never stopped me before," Bobbi retorted.

I snorted, "That scans."

She didn't say anything back.

"You don't get to sleep with anyone else, I said. "You know that, right?"

"I assumed," she replied. "It was just flirting."

The elevator door opened and I walked down the hall toward my office, "That's fine. Just making sure you knew where we stood on that."

"What are we doing?" Bobbi said.

"Going to my office."

I glanced at Bobbi to see her looking over her shoulder at Chloe, who had taken up a seat on the couch in the floor's lobby where I'd seen Erin for the first time.

"Just us?" she asked. I could hear a faint hint of concern in her voice.

"For now. Maybe," I said as I opened the door to my office and strode in, immediately beginning to remove my suit jacket. "Shut the door."

I heard the door shut behind me. I turned and just watched her in silence as I slowly undid my tie.

Clearly uncomfortable with the silence, Bobbi finally spoke up, "I heard part of the interview."

I slipped the tie off my collar, tossed it to the side, and leaned against my desk, "What did you think?"

"You're really a Gerrard?" she asked, shedding her own jacket and dropping it on the floor beside her. Her blouse was sleeveless, leaving her shoulders bare.

"Yep."

"And you didn't even know It?"

"Nope." When she didn't remove anything else, leveled a look at her. "Strip."

She didn't immediately move, "How much are you really worth?"

I leaned forward, hooked my fingers into the waist of her skirt, and drew her over to me, "You mean how much does the world think I'm worth? Or how much am I actually worth?"

"Both"

I simply stood there gazing at her for a full twenty seconds. During that time, she didn't move. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow as if daring me to answer her question.

I stepped forward, reached up with one hand, and closed my fingers around her throat. I pushed her back until she hit the door. Her grey eyes were wide and round as she stared up at me, her defiance melted away and replaced with palpable fear.

"What did say about obeying me, Bobbi?" I growled through gritted teeth. What was it about this woman that brought out the absolute worst in me? "I said no hesitating. I tell you to strip..." There was still a touch of defiance in her eyes. " you." I slapped her across the face just hard enough to leave a red print on her cheek. "Fucking strip."

I let go of her throat, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and lifted it over her head. She didn't assist me, but there was little resistance either. She still seened in shock from me striking her. I tossed it aside and wrapped my arms around her waist, my fingers making little circles around the smooth skin of her back.

"Over nine hundred billion," I said, my voice becoming conversational again.

My fingers slipped up her spine as I watched her attempt to process the number. They found the catch on the back of her bra and snapped it free; it joined her shirt on the office floor, leaving her soft, pale breasts free. With one hand still pressed firmly to her back to keep her close, I palmed one of her tits with the other, enjoying the give of her flesh under my grasp. I kneaded it firmly almost to the point of being too rough, occasionally tweaking her nipple. Bobbi's breathing began to quicken.

Bobbi raised a hand and gingerly touched her cheek where my handprint still marked her. In a quiet voice, she asked, "Nine-did you say million? Or billion?"