“I’m not sure what you mean,” I say, grabbing the dishes and taking them to the sink to rinse. “You know what he’s like in the morning.”
“Lynley—” I’m saved by his phone going off, immediately distracting him. “I need to go. But we’ll talk about this later. I won’t tolerate that kind of attitude under my roof.”
I lift my eyebrows without turning, but he doesn’t seem to need a response, because he stomps his way out of the kitchen.
Maybe Christopher will go fuck himself out ofhisattitude.
Chapter 5
Christopher
Something has been off since Ginny broke her arm a week ago, but this morning, there’s an uneasiness following me—a shadow attached to my feet, stalking every step with clutching tendrils of dread.
Everything started simply enough.Normal.Mase ignored any of my attempts to talk to him, while Ginny was my sweet girl, chattering nonstop over her Wheaties. She made a sweeping gesture to punctuate her story at one point, her bulky cast sending a cup of milk flying. Lynley swooped in, mopping up the mess, the conversation carrying on like nothing even happened.
She is always like that, my Lynnie. Quiet. Efficient. The calm in any storm. There are never any surprises, and I’ve always liked that.
Maybe that’s my source of uneasiness.Lynley hasn’t been herself all week, and this morning she turned her head away when I went in for a goodbye kiss. My lips barely brushed across her cheek before she was already moving away, not even looking at me. I put her behavior down to stress over Ginny’s arm.
The nape of my neck itches as I walk into the building that houses Reynolds & Media Co., and I glance over my shoulder, half-expecting someone to be lurking behind me. There’s nothing there other than the usual morning foot traffic, and I frown.
I shove the feeling down, cursing myself for being a fool.
There’s no one following me. And it’s probably just Lynley’s time of the month.
The feeling drops away as I step into the elevator and the doors slide closed, and by the time I step out onto the ninth floor, the feeling has dropped away like it was never there at all. I turn my mind to my schedule for the day, so I don’t see the girl, almost colliding with her as she rushes past. I reach out instinctively, grabbing a hold of her before she falls ass over head.
“I’m so sorry!” She gasps, head lifting, big brown eyes locking with mine. Her dark hair falls in lustrous waves down her back. My palm itches with the urge to wrap the strands around my fist and…pull. As if she can sense my thoughts, she swallows hard, her throat bobbing. “Oh…”
A slow smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. She’s young—early twenties, at most—and her bee-stung lips put an immediate fantasy of her on her knees and my cock stretching her mouth wide. She might struggle to take me, but I’d grip her jaw?—
My cock jumps in my slacks—a salute of agreement—and I widen my stance to hide the way it rapidly swells in my briefs.
“I don’t know you,” I murmur silkily, my thumb gently stroking her arm, where I still have a hold of her. “Are you new?”
Her cheeks flush with color, a hazy desiredarkening her eyes. And just like that, I know I’ve got her on the hook. There’s a flash of disappointment, wishing it hadn’t been this easy, but I won’t turn down the invitation she’s giving me.
“Um…my name’s Angelica,” she says in a breathless whisper, and a shiver rolls down my spine. “I’m an intern.”
My eyebrows lift. “We don’t normally take on interns this early in the year.”
The blush in her cheeks spreads down her throat and under the collar of her shirt. I track it, wondering just how far it might go down. “I guess they made an exception for me,” she says demurely.
I realize my hands are still on her arms, and I let go, casually tucking my left hand into my pocket. “Christopher,” I tell her smoothly. “I’m head of accounts, so I’m sure we’ll be”—I pause meaningfully—“seeing a lot of each other.”
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a coy smile on her pink lips. “I’d like that,” she says, a husky note in her voice, even as her upper body tilts toward me—just enough to give me a view straight down to her tits, encased in…something pink and lacy.Fuck me.
“Christopher, I see you’ve met my niece.” A deep voice intrudes on our moment, and I glance to the side just as the CEO, Grafton Reynolds, joins us. As his words land, I take a slow step back, smothering the panic as I try to work out what he might have seen or overheard.
“Morning, Grafton,” I say casually. “She just about bowled me over coming out of the elevator, but that eager work ethic makes sense now.”
His expression doesn’t change, not even a twitch. “Today’s her first day, and”—he lifts his wrist, eyeing hiswatch pointedly—“if she doesn’t get a move on, she’s going to miss her orientation with her supervisor.”
“Right.” Angelica flashes him a smile before giving me one last look. “It was nice to meet you, Christopher.” I don’t think it’s my imagination that she says my name like she’s savoring it.
An image of her screaming it while I bend her over my desk, fucking her nice and deep, fills my mind. I suck a breath in through my teeth. Her smile widens before she looks at Reynolds again and scuttles away. My eyes follow after her, lingering on the curve of her ass in the tight skirt.
When I finally drag my eyes away, I find Reynolds watching me with an arched brow, his icy blue eyes unreadable, and my palms start sweating.
