Page 8 of Sweet Spot

Christ. I tilted my head to take in the side view of her lithe but curvy body as she leaned over reception, her tits just resting on the counter and making me wish I was that very glass surface.

“Mr. Hendricks?”

“Yes, send her in,” I finally said, watching Noelle glare as the new girl gave Lia the green light to enter. I willed my dick down as I got up to meet her.

“Nice receptionist you have,” Lia greeted me sarcastically, arms crossed and staring straight ahead as I closed the door behind her. I frowned.

“What’d she say?”

“Nothing overtly unfriendly but she was definitely very suspicious of my intentions here.”

I glanced out at Noelle, who was still staring into my office with unmasked contempt. I knew well what she was thinking – that I’d already stripped Lia naked, bent her over my desk and buried my cock deep inside her. Nothing I hadn’t pictured myself but still deeply inaccurate.

“Apologies on her behalf.” I resumed my seat behind my desk. “She shouldn’t have been so unprofessional.”

“Mm, well, I’m sure she’s just following your lead.”

“And what is it you’re trying to say with that?”

Lia’s arms remained crossed as she shrugged. “Just that her unprofessionalism is most likely a reflection of yours.”

“Is this about the fact that you saw her at my apartment last night?”

“Yes. And you told her that you had a woman over, which led her to be suspicious of me when I walked in here looking for you.”

“Why do you care what she thinks?”

“Because I do.”

“That’s not a reason.”

Lia glared. “Because.” She clenched her teeth. “I hate that once I get my key from you and leave, I have to do a walk of shame from your office to the elevator despite the fact that nothing went on in here. And don’t pretend that’s not the case, Lukas, it’s crystal clear what your receptionists think is happening in this room as we speak. Clearly, it happens often enough around here.”

My lip curled at her judgment. “I can assure you it doesn’t. Contrary to whatever assumption you’re running with, my need to fuck can generally wait till I have time to step out of the office.”

“At which point you go home and make your neighbors miserable?”

“You’re really hung up on this idea of me, aren’t you?”

“Well, just judging from the conversation I overheard last night, you host exactly the kind of… late-night activity I imagined you might. And we’re all adults so that’s fine. All I ask is for you to be considerate as far as the noise level goes, especially on the nights that you decide to take… multiple girls home.”

“In all fairness, one can easily make as much noise as two. Just depends on the girl and the night.”

“Wow. Thanks for sharing but I had no desire to know that.”

“Why? Because the idea of sex makes you uncomfortable?”

Her eyebrows flashed. “No?” she said, instantly defensive. “What would make you say that?”

I leaned back. “Well, to start, you desperately avoid saying ‘sex.’ You think ‘hard’ is a bad word and you use weird euphemisms like ‘late night activity’ to keep your speech strictly non-sexual. As far as I’m concerned, that’s some damning evidence.”

“That means nothing.”

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

“Sex.”