Taming Mr. Black

Seventeen

Naomi's POV

Without letting Eugene say anything, Killian grabs Eugene by the collar and pulls him to his feet. The room has fallen silent and everyone just stares at the scene with slightly open mouths. Most drunk men are slowly sobering up at what's happening.

Killian pulls Eugene outside and I try to stop him. I follow him outside, warning the others not to follow suit or else it might increase Killian's anger. Killian pushes Eugene outside and starts to hit him. Punch after punch as Eugene falls to the floor.

"Killian, stop! You're gonna kill him!" I yell.

"Fuck, that'd be better," Killian says, ignoring my plea as he continues to punch Eugene in every part of his body.

I rush towards the two men and hold Killian through his suit jacket.

"Killian, please stop," I beg.

I hate violence, never really been a fan of one. Killian listens and lets go of the man that's already sober and bleeding from his nose and mouth. Killian puffs out his breath through his nose as he blows the loose strands of hair out of his eyes. He turns to look at me as he pulls out a handkerchief from his suit jacket and begins to clean his knuckles off Eugene's blood.

"I don't want to ever see you here again. If I catch you around, you'll regret ever being born." Killian says to Eugene.

"Am I clear?" Killian asks.

"Yes," Eugene answers, coughing out blood as he tries to breathe.

"Good."

Killian holds my arm and pulls me back inside his club. It's still quiet, with people on the edge of their seats waiting. Preston was already addressing the other customers when Killian and I entered.

"If any of you dared to ever harass any of my waitresses again, I'll make your lives hell. If you can't keep your dicks in your pants when stepping into my club, you should fucking stay out and sort your shit out. This isn't a fucking brothel, keep your dirty fingers to yourselves!" Killian addresses his patrons and the other customers.

Nobody responds verbally, just silent mumbling.

"Am I fucking clear or do I have to punch someone again to pass the message?" Killian asks, his hand still around my arm.

"Yes."

"Good. Now have fun, gents." Killian says as he turns towards his private elevator to the top floor, with his hand still around my arm.

I don't protest or say a word as I follow him. I can't meet the gaze of my fellow workers as I just follow Killian. We enter his private elevator together and he presses the top button.

"You know you can let me go now, right? He's not gonna hurt me anymore." I whisper.

Killian sighs and hesitates a little before he drops his hand.

We ride in silence for another four minutes as the elevator stops on the top floor. It opens and we step into a hallway. I've been working in this club for two years now, and I haven't been here before. Killian stops outside an office door and opens it. I stand outside as I stare at this spacious office.

Killian pauses by his desk and turns to look at me when he notices I don't follow him inside. He smirks and removes his suit jacket.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Naomi. Come on in."

I roll my eyes and step inside.

"I know you won't," I tell him and shut the door behind me.

"Sit." Killian points to the opposite sit in front of him as he drapes his suit jacket around his own chair.

I try not to drool at his sculpted torso that's hiding behind his white dress shirt. I clear my throat and sit down. Killian sits down too, with his arms crossed in front of him as he watches me. His eyes move from my face down to what I'm wearing. He's not smirking or even smiling. His exterior is just business-like. Stoic looks without any emotion on his face.

I've never been able to read this man so I don't bother trying.

"Is this like your office?" I'm the first to speak, breaking Killian's heated gaze on me.

"Something like that."

"You're not sure?"

The corners of his lips tug slightly with a sly smirk.

"Did he hurt you?" His stoic expression is back as he brings his gaze down my body.

"No. I'm fine."

"Has that happened before?"

"Maybe." I shrug.

"You're not sure?" Killian repeats my question.

I smirk and bite my bottom lip.

"I didn't say that. It's just… The patrons usually flirt with me. They've never really groped me. Well, some of the patrons have tried before, but they've never succeeded. I shunned them. Today is just my lucky day I think." I say with a small sigh.

"Fuck." Killian mutters and sits up as he runs his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Preston didn't tell me anything," Killian says. He is genuinely sorry and it's so unlike him.

I mean, he can be a conceited jackass when he wants to, so obviously he's not that bad.

"He's been trying. He'd stopped most of the customers that won't stop trying to touch the waitresses from coming in and it's been working. I'm pretty sure they won't try to do that anymore. You really gave them the fear of God." I say with a small smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

Yet, Killian doesn't smile. He just watches me. I sigh, biting my bottom lip as I glance around his office, fighting the urge to stare at him.

"Why did you hit him?" I ask.

"I shouldn't have?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just wondering why?"

Killian doesn't reply suddenly. He stares at me, eyes taking in my form as he watches me.

"He had his hands on you, I didn't like that."

"Would you have…" I trail off, biting my bottom lip as I stare into my boss's beautiful gray eyes.

"Would I have what?"

"I don't know…" I shrug. "Hit him if it was any other waitress?"

He smirks as he briefly glances around his office before bringing his gaze back to me.

"I care about you, Naomi. You should know that." His words come out as a whisper and it calms my soul.

"Why did you call me yours?" I ask, after a long uncomfortable silence. I stare at everything in this office, but Killian.

The last time Killian and I were in a confined space, he flirted with me and I nearly gave in. I guess it's still a surprise to me that he hasn't attempted to use his dirty lines on me since we've been seated here today. He's been a complete gentleman.

When he doesn't answer, I turn to look at him and our eyes locked for a brief second before I look away again.

"Why am I here?" I change the question. Knowing this man, he definitely won't give me an answer anytime soon.

"We're having a conversation."

"Are we?" I ask him, sitting upright and leaning forward with my hand on his desk.

"Why haven't you quit? This job. Why haven't you?"

His question surprises me and he can clearly see the surprise in my eyes.

"Well, there aren't any jobs out there. And I've got bills and stuff to pay for." I answer.

"This job isn't for you."

"You think I don't know that?"

"I want you to work for me. I'm in need of an assistant and I'm aware you're a graduate and I'm sure I can work with you."

What?

Is he shitting me right now?

I want to laugh at his dumb joke.

Wait, is he even joking?

"This isn't a joke. I don't make jokes. There are better things I do with my time." He says.

Oh.

He isn't joking.

He's offering me a one-way ticket out of Club K and he's giving me a job as his assistant.

"Why?"

"You always ask the wrong questions, Naomi. Why shouldn't I offer you a job in my company?"

I keep quiet, staring at this mysterious man in front of me.

"This…"

"You don't have to think about it. You can drop by tomorrow and submit your resumé to my HR department and maybe you can start on Monday."

"I can't."

He's taken by surprise, I know, but he doesn't show it as he leans back against his chair. His eyes take me in, properly. Slowly, he stands up and starts to pace the floor of his office.

"So, you enjoy the attention and the gropings from my patrons?" He asks, his back against me as he stops by the drink bar.

I glare at his back, biting my bottom lip and thinking of an equal comeback. How can he be sweet one minute, then a complete douchebag, the next minute?

"What? Speechless now?" Killian asks as he turns to look at me, a glass of alcohol in between his lips, as he takes a sip.

"I don't."

"Then give me a valid reason why you can't work in my company?"

"I didn't study business administration in college. I have a marketing degree, not business. Plus, I barely know anything about your company."

"Mm." He hums as he approaches me.

"I have never met a woman with so many excuses in my life before," Killian says, walking past me and plopping down on his chair opposite me.

"I'm not making excuses," I mutter.

“And that's exactly what you just did. You're quitting this job whether you like it or not. I'm your boss, Naomi, and you work for me. So, just assume that you're being promoted." He says, taking big gulps from his drink as he levels the glass on top of his table.

"I expect you to jump at this opportunity, Naomi, it seems to me you enjoy playing hard to get." Okay, his asshole button has been turned on.

"Did you offer me a job as your assistant in your company to test me?"

"You probably don't know how much I hate seeing other men staring at you in that little, waitress skirt." He whispers as he leans forward. "I should be the only one to look at you in that little piece of clothing." He whispers.

His flirt button is back on again.

I gulp at his full gaze on me, staring at me like no one else has stared at me before.

"I want you tomorrow at my company with your resumé with you. You're working as my assistant."

I should be happy about this offer. Fuck it, I'm happy. I've finally gotten a real job and my days at Club K are coming to an end. I think the scary part of this proposal is that I will be working side by side with Killian Black, and I'm not sure how much self-control I have left in me. I don't know how many words he has to whisper against my skin before I give in to his beautiful words.

I don't trust myself.

"Can I propose something?" I ask softly.

Killian smirks and stands up, with his hands buried inside his pants pocket as he paces the floor of his office.

"Go on."

"I have a marketing degree. If this is real, I'd like to work in the marketing department of your company. Maybe in the near future if you want to promote me to be your assistant, then, it's your call. I just want to be in a department where my degree can be really useful." I say.

Killian stops pacing to look at me, with his beautiful, sly smirk on his lips.

"Are you trying to stay away from me, Ms. Alderson?" Killian asks as he approaches me, a little step at a time.

He stops in front of me and sits down on the edge of his desk, hands on the arms of the chair I'm sitting on. He twirls the chair so that I'm facing him. He leans closer, lips hovering over my ear and I can feel his warm breath against my skin. My breathing has already accelerated and I'm starting to feel that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Because if you're, it's only gonna make me chase you more." He whispers against my skin, his warm breath slightly tickling my skin and sending all different kinds of feelings straight to my core, and that overwhelms me.

"And I'm not gonna stop chasing you, not until I make you mine. Not until I mark you mine, princess. Not until I have you over my desk, Naomi, with my mouth on you, tasting you from behind, listening to your beautiful voice chant my name over and over again. I'm not gonna stop, princess, not until I make you mine. Not until I'm sure you're mine." His voice is deep and beautiful, as he whispers his dirty words against my skin that just seem to light my body on fire.

God, what's he doing to me?

My heart is beating fast against my rib–cage, and I'm pretty sure Killian can hear my heart beating. I make a mistake by slowly turning my head to look at him and our eyes meet, with our lips nearly touching. Our eyes are locked in an intense gaze and his complete attention on me makes my knees go weak. Our close proximity is nearly driving me insane and his rich cologne fills my brain, automatically shutting my brain off.

Slowly, Killian brings his gaze down to my lips which are slightly parted. Right now, I want him to kiss me. If I can just lean forward a little, our lips will be locked and at last, I will know what he tastes like.

"Do you want me to kiss you, princess?" Killian whispers, leaning a little closer so his lips brush against mine.

I don't answer. I just sit still and watch this beautiful and powerful man in front of me, eyes staring into mine as our lips brush together slightly. I can just give in right now. I can just lean forward a little and taste him, just so I can satisfy my curiosity and maybe this weird and strange feeling can just stop. But I don't. Instead, I lean back against my chair, surprising Killian and even myself. I politely remove his hands from the arms of the chair and stand up. Killian sits upright too.

"I'm gonna drop by tomorrow morning with my resumé," I say. "Thanks for giving me a shot." I give him a small smile and head toward the door.

I pause and turn around, with my hand on the doorknob. I stare at Killian and his hands are still buried in his pants, with a small smirk plastered on his face. I tug on my bottom lip with my teeth as I stare at this man from his face down to his long legs, and that's when I see it. The tightness of his pants at the front and his evident erection. I blush and bring my gaze to his face. He's already staring at me, smirking.

"That's what you do to me, Naomi." He says. His voice is quieter than normal and it sounds gruff and deep.

Fuck it, this man is sexy and annoyingly beautiful.

I need to get out of here before I let him make his wishes of having me on his desk and tasting my treasure island from behind come true.

Oh, God, I'd like that.

"Then why don't you let me show you?" Killian whispers, slowly approaching me.

Shit! Did I say my last thought out loud?

I back away, only to have my back pressed against the door.

"Why don't you let me show you what I want to do to you?" He's standing in front of me now, one hand on the wall next to my head and the other on my waist.

He leans closer, his mouth nearly touching the skin of my neck.

"You don't know what you're doing to me, princess, especially when you look this fucking beautiful. And when you look at me like that, fuck..." He whispers, and the slight touch of his lips on that spot close to my earlobe makes me shiver.

I've been horny since he said those dirty things to me in his kitchen and I haven't been able to stop myself from thinking about him or his words.

I gulp.

Goosebumps fill my skin and I'm wet down there. If only he knows he affects me as much as I affect him.

But as much as I want to give in and just kiss him, I find myself gently pushing him away. He's surprised as he smirks at me. Knowing me, he knows I'm about to escape from his office.

"And no, I don't want you to kiss me," I answer his previous question, earning a laugh from Killian Black as I sneak out of his office.