Skin Walkers - King by Susan Bliler

smiled, “He needs the quarterly statement from his desk.”
    Lilly turned quickly toward Monroe’s office.  “Wait here, I’ll grab it.”
    Lilly entered the CEO’s office and stopped in front of his desk, dragging in steadying breaths in an attempt to calm herself when she heard the door to Monroe’s office close.  She spun to find King leaning against the closed door.  She’d always thought Monroe’s office was large until now.  She hadn’t flipped on the lights when she’d entered.  Enough light filtered through the closed blinds over the large window behind the desk to suffice, but now she was kicking herself.  The space felt intimate, and the way King was staring at her left her hands shaking. 
    She tried to ignore the fact that as his eyes slid down her frame then back up, the smile that had curved his lips seconds before slowly vanished.  Shit!  
    Lilly cleared her throat and stepped behind the desk, hoping for the slightest comfort with the obstacle now between them.  When King strode slowly toward her, she fumbled with the papers on Monroe’s desk as she tried to swiftly page through them for the requested document.  She tried to sound authoritative when she challenged, “I’ll bring it out to you, Mr. Mulholland.”
    King’s light chuckle had her eyes lifting from the papers that shook between her trembling fingers.  “No need for such formality , Lilly.”
    Lilly dropped her eyes back to her task.  She was frantic now .  She needed that document!  “Perhaps for you, Mr. Mulholland, but I must insist you address me as Ms. Worthington.”  Her eyes flicked up and dropped quickly to the shuffle of papers as King slowly stalked closer.
    “Really , Lilly ?  And is that Mrs. or is it Ms.”
    She didn’t miss the emphasis on her name.  He was taunting her.  She found the document and jerked it from the pile of papers as her angry blue eyes met his.  She rounded the desk quickly and slapped the document into King’s chest with every intention of striding past him to the office do or.  He had other ideas.  His large hand closed around her wrist, stopping her as she made to pass.
    She didn’t look at him.  She kept her eyes locked on the door, her only means of escape. 
    Towering over her, King bent and inhaled sharply, his nose inches from her hair.
    That was it!  Lilly turned on him, her blue eyes stormy now with the anger she’d been trying to confine.  “What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Mulholland?”
    He licked his lips and Lilly couldn’t seem to drag her eyes from the ir now glistening fullness as they quirked in a knowing smile.  Her soft pink tongue darted out to lick her own.
    “I’m waiting for an answer , Lilly.”
    God she hated how she loved the way he said her name.  It sounded significant when it fell from his lips.  Lilly pulled her eyes from his lips to stare into his almost black eyes.  They were typically green, but right now the pupils were dilated so wide that there was only the faintest hint of a green ring encompassing the black pool in the center. 
    Lilly shook her head.  What did he just ask?   “Answer to what?”  Her voice was too breathy. 
    “Are you married, or are you available?” He was toying with her.  He loved when she got all flustered and breathy.  He could scent no other man on her and he hadn’t since he’d come to StoneCrow.
    She felt her cheeks flame as she twisted her arm free then reminded him, “Mr. StoneCrow is waiting.”
    “Let him fucking wait!” The words left King on a deep growl.
    Lilly’s eyes snapped to his .  She took a step toward the door when he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him.  She gasped and struggled against him before stilling as he lifted a hand and smoothed it over her throat, his nose burrowing into the hair at the side of her face.
    “Do you think I don’t see you watching me?  I can feel your eyes on me.  I know what it is you want , Lilly, and I will