#deviltaser

“I blocked her from my mobile.”

“Oh,” Darcy failed to keep the surprise from her voice. “I… thought you two were an item. From the tone of the messages.”

“We went on one date, last Friday.”

“I know!” She’d suffered through agonies of jealousy all weekend, imagining Matt and Candi, who was probably some model-slim and pretty blonde, in bed together.

“It was terrible.”

“That I didn’t know… you didn’t say.” Not that Matt shared very much about his personal life. Anything about his personal life. Darcy only knew about the date because he’d asked her to make the dinner reservation for him.

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date. What’s up with that?”

“I have not been pouting! How would you know, anyway? You can’t see my face!” Darcy immediately kicked herself for being insensitive, but Matt only chuckled, that low, husky chuckle that had made her knees go weak the very first time she heard it.

“Darcy, Darcy. You give away everything with your voice.”

“Everything?” she said weakly. “Surely not.”

He moved around the desk with the grace of a dancer, stalking her, Darcy suddenly thought, as she backed up against the wall and he kept coming, not stopping until he was almost touching her.

“I know who you are,” Matt whispered by her ear.

“I’m Darcy Lewis, your secretary…”

“Darcy Lewis, employed by Stark Industries to pose as my secretary. Don’t even think about lying to me. You know who I am, which means you know what I can do. That I can hear your heartbeat accelerate as you open your mouth to lie to me.” One long-fingered hand came up, curved gently around her throat. “Or is your heart racing faster for another reason entirely?”

Oh shit. How long has he known I’m here to spy on him? Darcy gulped, wondering if she should panic. Daredevil was known to prefer to leave people alive… but messed up. Very messed up.

The other little problem was the way that her body was reacting to the touch of his warm hand against her skin. This close, she could see his eyes behind the tinted red lenses of his glasses, see their sightless gaze move downwards towards her breasts, where her nipples had just peaked hard, poking through the thin satin of her bra and the even thinner silk of her blouse.

“Um,” she squeaked nervously, even as her hand inched slowly around behind her, to the taser in a custom sheath at the small of her back.

A powerful hand clamped down on her wrist long before she got there, pulled it up above her head and pinned it to the wall. Matt let go of her throat to grab the other wrist, bring that hand up to join the first.

He was leaning in closer, chest brushing hers. Darcy gulped.

“What are you going to do with me?” she asked, annoyed by the way her voice sounded high and breathy but unable to help it.

“That depends.” His mouth was barely an inch from hers; Darcy parted her lips instinctively, licked them. “What would you like me to do with you?”

She moaned.

“Really.” Matt’s voice dropped low. “You’re a bad girl, Darcy. I’m going to have to punish you for spying on me… and for being jealous of Candi. I haven’t been able to think of anyone else since the moment you first strutted into my office.”

Darcy was practically melting against him with every word. Pulling her away from the wall with a quick movement, Matt half-dragged her across to the office, sitting down in his office chair and pulling her face-down across his lap. A quick hand relieved her of the taser, tossing it onto the desk before he smoothed her skirt up her thighs to reveal her bottom.

“You’re not wearing panties,” he murmured. “I knew the moment I walked in. I could smell you.”

Cheeks burning as she stared at the floor, Darcy said nothing. Knowing something of his extra-sensory abilities, she’d hoped he might do exactly that, might even do something about it.