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“Just a little tired, I guess,” he murmurs.
“That’s the spirit,” Jack cries enthusiastically. “You should have grabbed some Z’s on the couch in my office. I hear it can be quite therapeutic,” he adds, smiling to himself and making me blush at the memory.
Making me wish I’d packed extra underwear.
The man makes me wet just by breathing, let alone dropping things like that in front of me.
I follow Jack, taking a tablet he’s handed to me to make any notes on.
Keeping the whole assistant thing going.
He grunts when we visit the board room. It looks a little out of place compared to the rest of the floor so far.
“Deliberately kept this the same,” Jack notes, reading my mind. “They hate change, and this is the only way I could think of compromising without being too compromising,” he winks.
“Let’s go check the office,” he murmurs, looking a little worried they might have given the old stately room the same treatment.
“Ah, Jason. You’ll go places,” he exclaims, pulling me close and kicking the door closed now that we’re alone.
The room’s exactly the same, but somehow everything looks brand new like we’ve just stepped back in time.
Even the same old comforting smell of old leather and cigars hangs in the air.
It makes me glad to see Jack happy.
“I really hope what’s his name doesn’t want his office back,” he quips, pecking my cheek before strutting around with my hand in his.
There’s a smaller version of Jack’s huge chair, right next to his, which he motions to as he runs his hands over his desk, which looks like it’s had a full restoration job.
“How did they even,” I start to ask, but Jack throws his hands up.
“It beats me,” he says, grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap before I can get myself to my seat. “But I hope they managed to get the downstairs done as well.”
Downstairs?
“For the party,” he adds noting my look of near panic.
“We’ve got time yet,” he assures me, running a huge hand of his up my thigh and squeezing my hip.
I’m starting to wonder if he locked the door and if this is actually what he meant by my being his assistant. But I recall his words, and Jack is a man of his word.
As fast or as slow as you like, Avery.
The hotline of his arousal burying into my thigh is enough to have me sucking a sharp breath between my teeth.
If Jack’s not careful, I’ll be on all fours on that damned desk, any minute.
“Sorry, Avery,” he croons, gnawing my neckline. “You just get me so damned hard every time I look at you. I just wanna-”
There’s a loud sound from his desk phone, which he snatches up. “Yeah?” he says gruffly, breathing out through his nose and making a face. “Put him through,” he adds, giving me a little shrug but hanging onto me as tight as ever.
I get the strong feeling Jack’s set the ground rules for everybody, which includes not disturbing him unless it’s absolutely necessary.
I’m not trying to overhear, far from it. But Jack put’s whoever it is on speaker, leaning back and holding me closer.
I’m only scared I’ll make a noise, especially once I feel Jack’s hands starting to ride up my skirt again.
“I won’t be at your little Christmas party, Jack,” the voice on the end of the line spits. “I just came into the office this morning to get some papers. Where is the office?” he barks, and I feel Jack shaking under me with laughter.
“I was trying to tell you, Dave. I moved us down here, the boardroom and most of your other stuff’s unchanged. I like it better here,” he says, doing a perfect deadpan voice despite his body still shaking with silent laughter.
“Well. I’ve called a meeting of my own, you know?” Dave hisses. “A board meeting to pass a vote of no confidence in your insane actions over not just over the past few days, but the past few months.”
“What’s that Dave? You’re breaking up… I’ll have to call you back.”
Jack clunks the phone down. “Asshole,” he mutters, getting his attention back to me, smiling again.
“But, aren’t you worried, Jack?” I ask, clutching at him as I feel my own heartbeat rising at the thought of everyone turning on Jack.
“Already had that meeting, Avery. By phone early this morning. Dave’s the one who’ll find his vote of no confidence with his own name on it, soon enough. Now, let’s see how that party’s shaping up downstairs,” he says.
Yesterday it would have been forced excitement, but today I can see it, I can feel it. Jack has a genuine enthusiasm for all things Christmas all of a sudden.
And I think I might just too.
Just a little bit.
“Oh, and Avery?” he asks, holding me closer to him as we get to the door.
