Page 75 of Borden 3

“Anything.”

“Tell me you’ll love me forever.”

If she only fucking knew. “Emma, I will love you for all eternity.”

She incinerated him.

He was hardly the man everyone feared in her presence, because he was a man in fear of losing her. He always felt like she might slip through his fingers, and it didn’t have to mean death.

Emma’s eyes shined brighter at his words. She smiled at him and then, as though the tension was broken completely, she dug into her food.

Borden watched her, and then he looked around, making sure his men were making rounds. He eyed the tables nearby. Looked over every face. He scanned the bottom floor next, his senses always heightened when he was out in public.

Then he looked back at Emma. She was filling up fast, and his eyes were drunk off the sight of her. He eyed her mouth, plump and pink. He spun the zippo again, this time slowly, his eyes feasting on her.

He wanted to sit her atop this table and spread her legs wide open. He wanted to feast on her perfect pussy. That was all he was hungry for.

“I thought of your office request,” he said just then.

Her surprised eyes met his. “Did you?”

“That’s what I just said.”

She rolled her eyes. “And?”

“I’m thinking of dimensions. How big you would want it to be. Whether you would have windows to look out of. I think…” he paused, considering. “I think I have the best one in mind, in fact.”

She was already suspicious of him. “Do you?”

“It’s exactly how I would picture you in an office should you ever get one.”

“It’s not that empty janitor’s closet next to the washroom?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Close, but not quite.”

She held back a smile. “Such a gentleman.”

“Indeed.”

“Thinking about me and this imaginary office—”

“Would you like to see what I had in mind?”

“Of course—”

He stood up, and she looked up with wide eyes. “Let’s go.”

“What, now?” She looked down at her plate. “I’m still eating.”

“I’ll have it wrapped up and ready to go.”

He extended his hand out for her to take. Still suspicious, she took his hand and he pulled her up to her feet. He brought her close, his hands running down her spine, grabbing at a chunk of her meaty ass. She sucked in a surprised breath and peered around at the old, pearl clutchers that pretended they weren’t watching.

Then he moved, taking her down the staircase to the bottom floor. They zigzagged past diners, moving from room to room. She could hardly keep up.

“Come now, Emma, this is what you wanted, right?” he asked her.

“Where are we going, Borden?”