“No.” He shakes his head as doesn’t look up from the paper in front of him, but I see a hint of a smirk on his face.
“What the fuck, Zane, why not?” I scoff at him, pissed off that he won’t even give me the chance. His eyes snap up. I’m sure not used to people speaking to him like this anymore. He pushes his chair backwards as he stands. “Give me one good goddamn reason I can’t do the job.”
He rounds the corner and is now standing in front of me, so close that I can smell the scent that was soaked into my sheets just a few months ago.
“Because…” His smell is causing my senses to cloud my judgement. My heart slams in my chest as he leans into me, his eyes darkening as it seems like he’s staring into my soul. “I have a pretty strict policy about not fucking people who work for me.”
“Oh…” The gasp that eludes me is unintentional. “That’s a really good...” I trail, attempting to gather my trains of thought, but luckily I see a smirk spreading on his lips.
“Goddamn reason.” He finishes my sentence. I stand in front of him like a girl with a school crush, unable to think or say anything. “I was hoping you would think it was.”
This time, though, isn’t like any other time that we’ve been together in the past. Something is different this time. Maybe it’s because neither one of us is fleeing in the middle of the night. But instead he’s walking me to my car.
“How’s she running?” He cocks his eyebrow, looking down at it.
“I guess fine.” I mumble, not really sure how to answer.
“Good. If you need anything with it, just bring it to the shop. Even if I’m not there, the guys all know.”
I have a million questions that I want to ask him, but I don’t. I just nod at him. He leans into me, hugging me, and presses a kiss to my forehead before opening the door and letting me into the car.
I’m like a little kid at Christmas as I sit in the office, waiting. I know it’s only a matter of time before she comes walking through the door again.
“Prez.” Jag calls out and I look up at him. “Someone’s here to see you.”
I have to make an actual effort to keep myself from grinning as Tatum comes walking into the room.
“Okay, now you’re just being sloppy.” She rolls her eyes as she lays the same knife that I used to cut into her skin a few weeks ago on my desk.
“I guess I’m really going to need someone to get their shit together, huh?” I toy with her as I nod back at Jag to close the door.
“But this is your knife…” she smirks at me as she walks around my desk and leans against the edge.
“See, in this beautiful world we live it, to make a profit. Companies make more than one.”
“Yes, smartass.” She laughs as I scoot over to where she’s at, sitting in front of her. “But I’m sure I could pick yours out even if it didn’t.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’ve fucked me with it.” My eyes widen as she says it and my cock instantly presses against my zipper.
“Oh, I forgot about that.” I raise my eyebrows at her and she rolls her eyes.
“No, you didn’t.”
I chuckle as I move her feet apart and roll the chair between her thighs, running my hands up them. “No, I didn’t.” She smirks as she looks down at me and I move her legs, bending them at the knee until they are draped across the armrests on the chair, her bare thighs on either side of me.
“Did you leave this there so I would come fuck you in your office?” I press a kiss into her inner thigh as I look back up at her. “You know you could send a text for that.”
“But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun. Think of it like Nikes on the powerline.”
“As what? You getting caught and going to prison?”
“I wouldn’t.” I laugh as I continue to move up her thighs, pressing a kiss each time. “I left a clue that only you would get.” I feel her muscles clench as I reach the hem of her shorts and I stand up, letting my hand take over from where my mouth stopped. “And you wouldn’t have me arrested, would you?”
“Are you saying you trust me?” She lets a hungry gasp out.
“Absolutely not.” I groan into her ear as I feel her hand come down onto the waistband of my jeans, tugging my belt open.
