Miss Fanshaws Assistant (The Princess And The Peons Book 2) Katt Ford

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Miss Fanshaws Assistant (The Princess And The Peons Book 2) by Katt Ford
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Denna Fanshaw has wasted no time establishing her authority in the department shes been given to lead. Shes taken a particular interest in Gabriel DeSouza, a young animator she has big plans for.Gabe has never met anyone like Denna. Hes neverMoreDenna Fanshaw has wasted no time establishing her authority in the department shes been given to lead. Shes taken a particular interest in Gabriel DeSouza, a young animator she has big plans for.Gabe has never met anyone like Denna.

Hes never wanted someone so badly. At the same time, hes never humbled himself like this for anyone. But somehow, Denna knows just how to push his buttons. Hes ashamed, and aroused, to find his submission to her only deepening.Inside, a desk lamp lit the office with a warm golden glow. Denna sat sideways in her large swivel chair, one long leg draped over the other, her tight black skirt riding high up her thigh.

The heel of one shoe pivoted on the floor, the other dangling above it. One elbow rested on the arm of the chair. The other was draped over the chair’s back, her raised hand swirling fingers through her rich black hair. A thick gold bracelet sparkled on her wrist. A faint smile plucked at the corners of her pillowy lips as she fixed Gabe with those incredible eyes.

Every movement of hers was so deliberate that Gabe automatically felt clumsy and awkward in her presence. Always on the back foot.Denna said nothing, coolly regarding her employee from beneath her copper-shadowed eyelids. Her heel pivoted slowly on the floor, her fingers idly playing with her hair. She used silence as a weapon, Gabe noticed.

She knew the effect her looks had on men, and how a prolonged silence would amplify his discomfort. Gabe moved towards the chair in front of Denna’s desk.“Did I tell you to sit?” Her voice, though not loud, was jarring in the silence. Gabe jolted back upright as though stung. What kind of bullshit power trip was this? The war within him raged, with anger ascendant now.

He should put a stop to this. She went too far.“I asked you a question,” she said slowly, as though speaking to a child.“No, Miss Fanshaw,” Gabe replied through clenched teeth. “You didn’t tell me to sit. You didn’t tell me to breathe, either.” Denna’s eyes flashed wide at his show of defiance. Even her anger is beautiful, Gabe thought. What the fuck is wrong with me? Shame. Lust. Slowly, a smile returned to Denna’s face.“My, my,” she said. “I thought I had made my feelings on disrespect clear? This is disappointing, Gabe. After yesterday’s performance, I thought you were ready to learn your place.

Where’s the Gabe who was such a good boy yesterday, on his knees before his boss, kissing my pretty feet? That’s the Gabe I want to see more of.” Gabe’s jaw tightened with anger, but the shame now threatened to overwhelm his rage, humiliation smothering the defiant spirit that had risen within him. He watched in red-faced silence as Denna uncoiled like a serpent, uncrossing her legs and standing from the chair.

Still smiling, she staked towards him like a tigress on the hunt, her body swaying rhythmically under her tight dress. She walked around her desk, behind Gabe, circling him slowly. Up close, her eyes were utterly captivating, as though he were tumbling through an emerald universe flecked with golden stars and sunbursts.

Her pursed lips were as soft and full as ripe fruit. Involuntarily, he wet his dry lips with his tongue. Denna saw- of course she saw. She smiled. In silence, she circled around again to stand behind Gabe. He almost jumped when he felt her hand flat on his chest.“I was thinking of giving you a little treat,” she whispered. Her dusky voice rang in his muddled head, her lips against his ear. Slowly, her hand slid down the front of his shirt.

“But after that little display, I may have to reconsider.” Her hand was at the bottom of his T shirt, gliding over his belt buckle. His hands twitched as his side. He could stop her. He should.



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