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Porter Reward 8
HandcuffsEnjoy what? Watching me beg? That made my brown eyes snap with fury.“Do you know who you’re talking to?” I hissed.“Careful pup, don’t bite.” He closed in on me to tower over me. “Hounds in heat shouldn’t antagonize the big dog.”I glared up at him. Catching that woodsy cologne again. And for some reason it was disorienting me now, combined with the rest of him. My eyes roved down over his frame, knowing now that he was wound with muscle and coated in sexy tattoos.“So, which am I?” I challenged. “A pup or the bitch in heat?”He dropped his face to me. “You tell me.”I reared back. That’d sounded perilously close to a come on. From Porter?Okay, clearly, he’s not at all who I thought he was.“I’m your boss!”“Not here you’re not.” He took another predatory step toward me, forcing me to retreat before he stepped on my foot. He chased my movements. “Here you’re a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you’re
Porter Reward 9
Negotiating with Danger“Porter?”“Kane.” He corrected.“Yes.”“Say it.” He taunted.“I will.” I evaded. Why did it seem so weird to think of him by his first name?Because all of this is weird.“Are you going to loan me the money?” My head dropped back against the seat, bunching my blonde hair around my face as I peered at him.“You haven’t told me what I’m getting out of it.”“What do you want?” I tossed my hands. “A great appraisal this year?”He laughed outright. A deep, barking, masculine sound that immediately told me that something so menial mattered very little to this version of Porter.“I take it that’s a no.” I said sullenly.“It’s a no to that. Sell me something, Boss Lady. Thought you were good at this.”“Are you saying you want me to fuck you?” I hissed in annoyance.His head whipped to me. “First of all, if we did, it would absolutely be me fucking you. And secondly, no. I don’t exchange favors for sex. I can get that for free.”I was stunned to silence. Giving him a lo
Porter Reward 10
Touching the IcebergI opened my mouth with questions, but he suddenly leaned over me. Delving his hand under my seat, so deeply that his cheek nearly pressed against my knee cap. Hovering less than an inch above it. I thought he might turn my head and try to see up my skirt, but he didn’t. He continued looking at the dash while he gripped something and pulled it out.I’d shifted my knee away from him and watched stunned as he pulled out a giant bit of elastic attached to a springy, circular, frame.He shifted and climbed out of the car.I followed his lead and got out. Watching him in confusion as he locked it and pocketed the keys before tossing open a broad ring and catching it under the front of his car before unfolding it over the hood and roof, before pulling it down the back. Completely shielding the car.“What is this?”“Car cover.” He said dismissively. Turning away from it. “Less tempting to do something shitty to it when it’s covered.”I guessed that was likely true.He aim
Porter Reward 1
TEASER“Careful pup, don’t bite.” He closed in on me to tower over me. “Hounds in heat shouldn’t antagonize the big dog.”I glared up at him. Catching that woodsy cologne again. And for some reason it was disorienting me now, combined with the rest of him. My eyes roved down over his frame, knowing now that he was wound with muscle and coated in sexy tattoos.“So, which am I?” I challenged. “A pup or the bitch in heat?”He dropped his face to me. “You tell me.”I reared back. That’d sounded perilously close to a come on. From Porter?Okay, clearly, he’s not at all who I thought he was.“I’m your boss!”“Not here you’re not.” He took another predatory step toward me, forcing me to retreat before he stepped on my foot. He chased my movements. “Here you’re a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you’re going to get.”What am I going to get? I almost wanted to ask the question. Nearly dying with curiosity now.“What are
Porter Reward 2
A Painfully Average MorningIt’s been flagged. That was all I could think as I quietly stared at the computer screen. My stomach lodged somewhere in my high heels.A blinking cursor clicked on the account I’d quietly been skimming from, over the last year.He noticed.I swallowed hard. My eyes roving over the numbers before sliding to the man sitting behind a desk across from me, then dropping back to the screen in alarm.He seemed oblivious to the fact that I was nearly pissing myself behind my desk.How did he find out?I need to see the hardcopy. I decided frantically. Panic climbing with every loud boom of my heart.What if he tells the CEO?This wasn’t how I had expected my morning to go.It had been so normal when I woke up. I’d had no idea that my entire life might crumble with the click of one email.Nor that Porter, of all people, would be the one to destroy me.40 Minutes Earlier:I woke that morning to see that I had seven missed calls from Mike the night before. Not uncomm
Porter Reward 3
Maybe a LibrarianI twisted out of my seat and scooted it aside to reach up on the shelf and pull down the hard file for the Meridian account off the shelf of blue folders that indicated our bigger shareholders.Logan Walker is a bigger shareholder.Porter came over. His tall frame towering over me as he reached for another folder on the shelf above. His arm brushing mine as he reached. His chest nearly against my back.I glanced over my other shoulder to see I still had the file up on the screen. Nervous he’d see it was up and suspect I was more alarmed about this account then I should be.Though he paid no more attention to that fact, than he did the birds outside the window.He doesn’t see anything but the folders.He stepped next to me and flipped the one he held open to scan a few pages before setting it back on the shelf and pulling another one off to take back to his desk.Leaving the scent of some woodsy cologne in his wake.Calm down. I told myself. Trying to rationalize.Log
Porter Reward 4
PursuitsRita came in and lifted the coffee pot.Porter lifted his mug for her to fill.She poured it prettily and he murmured thanks.I’d have sworn she blushed before she walked back to her desk to pour her own.Kelly entered next. Beelining for his desk with a yellow folder in hand. She leaned a hip on his desk in much the same way Logan had done to me. Twisting to tap her pen under some numbers. “How do I consolidate these?”Her short skirt had slid up to mid-thigh and with her other leg on the floor, he was being offered quite a view.She probably figures Porter won’t even notice.He’s barely human.But apparently he did notice.He delicately flattened the back of his hand against her knee and swept it down off his desk like it was a bit of dust.She frowned but turned to lean over near him. Explaining the problem she was having.He pushed those silver glasses up and hardly spared her a glance as he pointed to several places on the spreadsheet before slapping the file closed and
Porter Reward 5
AnxietiesMy head shot up. “How do you know I am?”He didn’t look up from the desk though he pushed his glasses up again. “Everything you’ve snacked on for two weeks has KETO written on it somewhere.”I blinked at him. Rather surprised he’d noticed. “Fair assessment.”He grunted but said nothing more. Putting in a few more numbers.I eyed Porter, vaguely impressed that he’d noticed. I didn’t think he even looked up from that desk.Ever.I sat back in my seat, watching him scribble. Not seeing the potential for a bouncer of the most dangerous club in town. Seeing the broad rimmed glasses wearing nerd that barely made it out of his house without stumbling over his shoelaces.I crossed the distance across the room, my heels clicking and my tight skirt swishing as I got there. Leaning over the corner of the desk to peer down at him.He paused his scribbling to eye me over the top of those thick rimmed glasses.Who made those things?NASA?“The Meridian account.”“Yes.” He said slowly. Sit
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