This was my chance. I turned around in the tiny space and then, on hands and knees, tried to shuffle my way across to the other side. But as I turned, I felt my bum come into contact with something.Please let that be the desk and not his leg!But it wasn’t. That much I was sure of when I heard him say, “What the hell are you doing here, Miss Granger?”
I froze, hoping that by some magic I might turn invisible. But I didn’t.
“I said, what the hell are you doing her . . . eeee . . . eh . . .?” His voice tapered off.
I slowly looked back over my shoulder and that’s when I realized the full extent of this thing. There he was, behind me. Me on all fours as if this was the doggy position and he was about to reach out and grab me by the hips and . . .
Goodness, had the temperature just risen suddenly?
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Ryan
He couldn’t speak. Because when he looked down under his desk and saw what he saw, all words and coherent thoughts seemed to leave him in an instant.
There she was. On all fours. Ass only centimeters from his,well, let’s just say that he’d been in this position with women before, and when he had been, they’d usually been naked and covered in a layer of sweat. She looked at him over her shoulder, much like other women had in this very same position. Suddenly the room felt way hotter than it usually was,or was it him?
“Uh . . . I . . . um . . .” she stuttered at him.
Damn, it was fucking hot. In fact, everything about this moment was hot, totally inappropriate, but nonetheless, it was downright, doggy-style hot. He tried to swallow. But his throat was too dry. He tried to open his mouth and talk, but nothing came out. His hands tingled. They wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her towards him, pull her into his lap, onto his lap.
“I . . . think I’m stuck,” she whispered breathily, her face going a bright red color.
“Stuck?” he mumbled back at her.
“Stuck,” she repeated.
But he didn’t really want her to move—in fact, he could quite happily stay here like this, with her “stuck” in this position, for a while longer.
“I need to . . .” she said and then, to his surprise, started reversing.
Her ass was getting closer and closer and closer to him and then, it connected with his knees. She didn’t move it away, and neither did he. For a moment they stayed there like that, looking at each other. His hand started to travel down his leg towards his knee, towards her. She saw the movement and looked at it. They both did. They watched in total silence as his fingers crept closer and closer. He heard her inhale sharply as his hand came to rest mere millimeters away from her. But he kept it there. He didn’t dare move his fingers anymore.
Silence. You could have heard a pin drop as the whole room went still and silent. All that existed in that moment was him, her and his itching fingertips. They stayed like that, in the awkward screaming silence until it felt like it was becoming unbearable. Until it felt like he was going to explode. Until it felt like he had one of two options. One, touch her and open up a world of trouble, a can of worms so big that it could never be closed again. Or two, get as far away from her as possible. He thought back to that terrible mistake he’d made many years ago with one of his employees, Sasha. He thought back to how it had ended, how it had almost cost him the company. He thought back to what his father had said to him the day he’d found out . . .
So he did the only sensible thing. He pushed his chair back and stood up as quickly as he possibly could. He flipped the switch. The internal switch that he had become so good at flipping.
“For God’s sake, Miss Granger, will you get the hell up from the floor!” His voice cut through the silence like a knife.
Her eyes widened and her jaw slackened.
“I . . . uh . . . YES!” She shuffled backward and finally popped out. She stood up, adjusting the skirt that had crept up her thighs. She looked at him. He could see she was confused.
“I don’t want you coming into my office when I’m not here!” he said.
“Sorry, I was—”
“I don’t care what you were doing,” he cut her off. “My office is strictly off limits when I’m not here.”
“Of course,” she said, sounding timid. “It won’t happen again.”
“No! No, it won’t,” he said. “And don’t you have minutes to type up and send to people?”
She blinked at him a few times and then looked away. “I’ll get onto that right away.” She walked out of his office and back to her desk.
His fingers were still tingling, and he rubbed them on the side of his pants.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
