Taming Mr. Black

Thirty Six

Naomi's POV

I step inside Killian's office and shut the office doors behind me. I see Killian by the transparent floor to ceiling windows, staring at the beauty of New York below. Killian turns around to stare at me, with worry in his eyes.

Is he worried about me? But why? It's not like Amber did anything. She's just being a spoiled, little brat who wants my man.

Killian takes slow strides towards me and cups my face with both hands. His beautiful gray eyes stare into mine as he leans closer to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I blink my eyes at his question, surprised he's worried Amber might have done something to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Did Amber say anything to you?"

"I'm fine, Killian." I hold his hands in mine and bring them down my face.

"Did she say anything to you?" He asks again.

I sigh and give him a small smile.

"She said a lot of shit. She called me a whore and she said I once worked in a club dressed like a slut and all of the customers usually groped me everywhere."

He's surprised, and his jaw clenches.

"She said that?"

"That, and more." I sigh and walk past him to sit down on the brown leather couch at the corner of his office.

"I'm gonna murder that fucking bitch."

"Killian, let her be. She's not important. She likes you, probably wants you the minute she steps foot in your building to look for a job. She's just jealous and wants you to be hers. She's nothing important, and also not dangerous." I wave him off.

Killian sighs and runs his hands through his hair. He's acting differently from this morning. He looked stressed, distressed, and he's acting as if something terrible happened.

I stand up and approach him. "Are you okay?"

"I worry more about you." Killian whispers.

I smile and wrap my arms around his torso. "And I'm asking you not to worry about me."

"Did Amber threaten you? Or did anyone else threaten you?"

"What? Threatened me to stay away from you or what?"

"I don't know. Did anyone threaten you?"

"No one threatened me, Killian. Are you sure you are okay? Do you wanna take a break from the office today? Is it the bachelor party tomorrow that's getting you all riled up?"

Killian just smiles at my question and pecks my lips.

"I love you, my Luna. Very much you won't begin to imagine." He says, with his hand on my cheek and his thumb caressing my cheek.

"I love you too."

Killian leans forward and captures my lips in his. I kiss him back, molding my lips against his slowly and passionately. The kiss is short as we pull apart.

"I think people are starting to suspect we're together."

"Yeah? Is that why Stefan was at your desk?"

I laugh. "Please. He also told me he saw me step out of your car."

"Is he also threatening you?"

"He's not threatening me, Kil. No one is. He's my friend, and he's nice and I'm not supposed to tell you, but he's got a crush on your assistance. Stefan is one of the good ones."

"Hmm. I didn't know he was gay."

"He's a little closeted."

"Hmm."

"Yeah. And I think since people are starting to talk and it's too early for them to find out about us because you're the CEO and I'm just the new marketing staff, I think you should stop summoning me to your office."

"I don't give a fuck about them, Naomi. You're all I care about."

"I like that."

"And them thinking their CEO is having an affair with one of his staff will not stop me from summoning you to my office. And right now…" He whispers, with his hands around my hips as he slips his hands inside my skirt.

"Killian…" I whimper his name softly.

"Shh." He whispers against my neck as he guides me to lean against his desk.

"It's been four hours and I just can't stop thinking about us in the shower, babe." He plants a kiss on my neck as his hands slowly push my skirt upwards.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, giggling when he finally raises my skirt up.

"Touching you." He whispers his response.

And just like that, my body is set on fire. He sits me on his desk, hands trailing up my thighs as he stands in between my parted legs. His lips are everywhere: On my neck, on my cheeks, and then my lips. The kiss is desperate, slow, and also passionate at the same time. I moan into his mouth, thankful for the first time his office is soundproof. His right hand is in between my legs, already teasing my crotch through the thin material of my lace panties.

"I want to take you on my desk right now." Killian whispers

"I would really like that." I say breathlessly, pulling him close to me as I start to push down his suit jacket.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, startling the both of us as we jerk away from each other.

"Who the fuck is that?" Killian groans and starts to button up his shirt.

"Killian?" Raymond's voice calls from the other side of the door and I step down from Killian's desk, bringing my skirt down and looking decent.

"Lucky day, I guess?" Killian says as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me on the lips.

"Another day?" I ask the minute our lips pull apart.

"Spend the night?"

"Killian."

"Please." He pressures, with those eyes that I can't seem to say no to.

"I'll think about it." I step away from his embrace as I wink at him before going to his office door and unlocking it.

Raymond stands there, with his hands in his pockets. He looks at me, and then shifts his gaze to Killian before bringing his gaze back to my form standing by Killian's open door.

"Ms. Alderson." Raymond acknowledges me with a nod.

"Thanks for the briefing, Mr. Black." I nod towards Killian with a smile as I slip out of his office.

I walk past Jamie's desk whose fingers are busy typing non-stop on his computer keys. I do a U-turn back to Jamie's desk and knock on his desk. He jolts a little, removing his earbuds as he raises his head to look up at me.

Always so focused, huh?

"Hey, Naomi." He smiles at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, smiling at me.

"Sending emails to potential clients on behalf of Mr. Black." He answers, risking a glance at his work on his computer before he looks up at me.

"What are you up to?" He asks.

"Nothing, really. Would you like to grab lunch with me today? Outside of the building?"

He thinks about it for a second.

"It's okay if…"

"No, I would like to have lunch with you."

"Great. Lunch it is." With a small smile, I wave at Jamie and walk away.

As I walk back towards my desk, I notice most female workers throw glances at me, and then avert their gazes to whatever thing they were doing.

Lame.

Later at lunch, Jamie and I drop by a restaurant not too far from the office. I didn't see Killian earlier when we skipped out together. I wanted to ask Jamie about it, but I don't want him to start thinking Killian and I are together. We're too early in this relationship and I don't want people from work knowing about it for now. At least, maybe later.

Jamie orders pizza and I just order a milkshake and ham sandwich. We eat in silence at first. Jamie's a little shy and a little tense. I wonder if he used to be bullied when he was younger or if he just got out of an abusive relationship. Jamie looks to be 24 or maybe 23, I just can't tell. With his glasses on, he looks like a nerd. A complete book nerd. He can easily pass for an 18 years old. I notice he doesn't socialize with other people and I wonder why.

"Are you okay?" Jamie's question snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"You aren't eating." He points out.

I smile and wave him off. "Sorry. Got lost there."

"Are you okay?" He asks again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. How are you? How's it with work? Do you like the job?"

"I do. Mr. Black is not a difficult person to work with. Although he's a difficult person, he treats me like his own equal. I like the job. Do you?"

"Maybe."

"The others bothering you?" He asks.

"Why would you think that?"

"I don't know." He shrugs innocently. "Maybe because you're… Mr. Black…" He trails off, finding it difficult to finish his sentence.

"I'm sorry, it's none of my business " He apologizes. I smile.

"It's fine. We're…" I sigh, contemplating if I should tell him or not. "We're just new to this. I'm not ready for anyone to know."

"I understand."

"How…" I clear my throat. "How did you know something is going on between the two of us?"

Jamie chuckles shyly. "Well...for a start, the way he looks at you and the way you look at him. It's pretty easy to tell something is going on. And you're always in and out of his office."

"I'm not always in his office." I protest. Jamie chuckles.

"I know that too." He smiles.

"So, what about you? Are you seeing anybody?" I use that as an opportunity to ask if he's seeing anyone. Stefan owes me a lot for this.

Jamie blushes and looks at his food.

"I take it as you're dating someone."

"Nah. I'm not. I just…" He sighs then looks at me. "I'm single for now." Jamie finally says.

"Searching?" I ask and take a bite from my sandwich.

"I don't know, really. I think it depends on the person. I'm new to work and I'm trying to focus and not get distracted."

I nod. "I understand." I say as I think about the time I used to tell myself work first and relationship comes later.

It's crazy how meeting the right person can change you.

"So, tell me about yourself. I barely know anything about you."

"That's true." Jamie nods and takes a bite from his pizza.

"I'm from Oklahoma, from this small town. I'm my family's only child. I moved out when I was 17. I just graduated high school. I studied computer engineering at MIT and graduated last year. It was by luck I got this new job in KB Tech. It was pretty difficult at first."

"You went to MIT?"

"Yeah." He chuckles.

"Damn. You must be brilliant. I studied marketing, graduated from NYU about two years ago. I used to work at a club, Killian's club, and then I got this job."

"You originally from New York?"

"Yeah. My mom's from Cuba. Why did you move out of your parents?"

Jamie looks at me, probably thinking if he should tell me about his past.

"We're friends, Jamie. I literally just spilled to you that I once worked at Killian's club before I got this job. I won't judge you."

He nods with a small smile on his lips.

"My parents were different from most parents. They couldn't accept me for who I am."

"Damn. I'm really sorry about that. It must be really hard for you considering you were only 17."

"Yeah, it was. They're trying to reach out now."

"Did you reach out to them?"

"Yeah. A few months back. It was my mom. She called to tell me my dad died."

"Oh, my God. I'm…"

"It's fine. He wasn't really the best father out there. The day I came out to my parents, it was…" He sighs. "It was crazy. My father didn't take it well and he resulted to what he thought was the best remedy to cure homosexuality. Like you can actually cure it." He chuckles sadly.

Damn. I imagine 17 years old Jamie being abused by his father because he was different from most kids.

Nope. It was a sour sight to imagine.

"Well, he's gone. It's his loss he didn't get to have you in his life before he left."

Jamie chuckles. "Thank you, Naomi."

"Why were you named Jamie? It's a nice name. A little…"

"Feminine?" He chuckles. "My parents loved to watch movies. Especially my mom. Also, she thought I was gonna be a girl. I guess I disappointed her."

"It's sweet. It still suits you."

"You think?"

We laugh together.

"We should hang out sometime outside work. I'm always hurdled up on my couch every other weekend with my roommate. I have nothing important to do. We should hang out."

"I would like that."

"You live alone?"

"Yeah, I do. Well, I used to live with my ex until we split up and I moved out." He explains and I nod.

I pull out my phone and give it to him as I tell him to put in his number. It's a little obvious, his ex was like his late father. Abusive assholes. Jamie stores his number in my phone and I dial his number so it appears on his phone for him to save. We continue eating as we talk about stuff we both enjoy doing. When time to get back to work reaches, we pay for our food, stand up, and we leave together.

The rest of the day is a little busy for me. I don't see Killian throughout the day even as I check out of the building later in the evening. Jamie was already gone when I was done for the day, including most workers. It's past six in the evening. I want to check on Killian but I talk myself against it. People still think I'm fucking my boss. And they won't stop until I prove them otherwise.

My mom called earlier and she wanted me to drop by so we could have dinner. She claimed it has been long since we last sat together to dine as a family.

My mother can be demanding.

As I walk towards the exit of the building, I'm surprised to see the familiar car that's parked by the curb. The man I least expected to see is leaning against the car.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him as I approach him.

"Naomi." He sighs, but smiles nonetheless. "How are you doing?" George asks.

I roll my eyes. I'm not surprised he's here. I'm just surprised he dropped by today, the very first day Bianca told him about where I worked.

"I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"I uh…" He shoves his hands inside his black suit pants. "I was driving by and I decided to stop by. Bianca told me you worked here, and I decided I should drop by and see you. It's been a long time since we last saw each other. Can I give you a ride?"

"No. She doesn't want to ride with you." A familiar deep, but yet sexy voice growls behind me.

I don't have to turn to know who it is.

God, this can't be good. Whatever thing that's about to happen is not gonna be good. I thought he closed for the day already since it's pretty late.

I feel Killian standing next to me. His warmth and his cologne is the only reminder I need to know he's standing really close to me. Like, he's trying to tell my ex who I belong to.

Him, of course.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Killian asks my ex.

George is a little frightened by the tall man standing next to me but he doesn't show it. Killian is something he's not, and I'm glad he knows that.

"Seeing Naomi."

"She doesn't want to see you." Killian laid his claim. "Get in the car, babe."

Babe?

"Babe?" George voices out.

I don't notice Alvin, Killian's driver, standing next to Killian's black Mercedes Benz with the back door open. I want to argue and tell Killian George is nothing, but my ex and we're kind of friends, but I think against it. I sigh, give George a small nod as I slide inside the backseat of Killian's expensive car. I watch the two men glare at each other as Killian joins me in the backseat of his car.

Alvin climbs the driver's seat and starts the car.

"Where to, sir?" Alvin asks.

"Just drive." Killian says and Alvin obeys.

We drive for minutes in silence. I try to open my mouth to explain to Killian George and I are nothing, but exes who are just friends, but I close my mouth and talk myself out of it. His jaws clenches, and he's not in a good mood. I wonder if it has something to do with him seeing George outside his company or something more.

I'm 100% sure George showing up uninvited to his company has a lot to do with this. I'm sure of that.

"Alvin." Killian calls and Alvin stops the car in the middle of nowhere.

I'm surprised as to why he asked his driver to stop the car as I look around the not-so-busy road through Killian's tinted windows.

"Take a walk." Killian says to Alvin.

Alvin doesn't argue, but turns off the car and steps out of it. I watch him walk a safe distance away from the car before I turn around to stare at Killian.

"Why…" Killian surprises me by claiming my lips at once.

He cups my face with one hand, with the other pulling me close to him. I'm taken aback by his sudden dominating attitude and surprised kiss, as I return the kiss, molding my lips against his in sync. I moan into his mouth when he slips his hand inside my skirt and he grabs my thigh. His fingers on my bare skin sends different emotions straight to the sensitive part in between my legs.

He stops kissing my lips to plant butterfly kisses on my neck, down to my collarbone as he bites me there. I moan, not really caring we're parked by the road in the middle of nowhere. Killian kisses my neck again, and to my earlobe where he whispers.

"You're mine. All of you."

He bites my earlobe, making me shiver. "Every part of you." He groans, kisses my neck, and marks me there again.

"Mine."

He doesn't have to tell me twice. He's stolen my heart and I know I belong to him. I'm his.

His and only his.