Page 47 of Mr. Perfect

“I want more of this, Ellie. I want more. Tonight.”

Chapter Eighteen - Ellie

I just want to collapse because holy shit. I have never had sex like that before. But… what the hell am I thinking? What kind of girl lets her boss fuck her in the ass in her office?

Me. If I was texting right now, I’d put a little smiley face after that admission.

“Here, Ellie,” Mac says, coming out of his office with a garment bag and a towel. “Stay still,” he says, draping the garment bag over my desk chair and placing the towel on my back, and begins gently cleaning me up.

It’s hot. And wet. And feels good in the complete opposite way from the sex. It feels… I don’t know. Like he cares. Like he’s not just using me for sex.

It feels that way, but it can’t possibly be that way. He’s Mr. Perfect, right? Perfect guys don’t fall for boring girls like me.

“So tonight?” Mac asks, tossing the towel through the open connecting door into his office.

“Tonight?” I repeat back as he helps me up. I look at the heap of clothing on the floor and realize I have to wear that to work today. “I’m going to need to go home and change.”

“No, Ellie, you won’t.” Mac picks up the garment bag and gives it a shake. “I bought you something. It doesn’t exactly say casual Friday, but I liked it.” He shrugs like he’s apologizing.

I take the bag he’s offering, drape it over the chair again, then pull the zipper down to reveal a blush-pink dress. It isn’t until I take it out that I realize what I’m holding. “Is this… Yes. Oh, my God. How much did you pay for this?”

“Eloise,” Mac says, tucking his shirt back into his pants and running his fingertips through his hair. “It’s not polite to ask.” He leans down and kisses me on the cheek. “Does Saturday have an outfit?”

Holy shit. “Um, no. I stay home on Saturdays.”

“Not this weekend you won’t,” Mac says. “I’ve got plans and they start tonight.”

Wait. Eerrrrrrrrrt.

That’s me stomping on the brakes. A weekend with him? Three days ago I didn’t even know he existed. I realize I’ve had sex with him twice and had some almost-sex two other times, so I do, in fact, appear to be a slutty whore. But I’m not a slutty whore. And while all this has been fun, I’m leaving this job in twelve days and all these office shenanigans will stop.

He’s probably going to give this office to someone else. And then that girl will have all the perks I am currently beginning to enjoy.

“Um, Mac,” I say, blinking up at him with a smile. “Normally I do stay home on Saturday and just hang out in shorts and stuff. But this weekend I’m going away. I’m sorry.”

His brows furrow so deep, they might actually meet at the bridge of his nose. “With who?”

“Well, not that it’s really your business, and I do realize that we’ve had some fun, so an explanation is necessary, but it’s confidential. You understand, right?”

“It’s Andrew Manco, isn’t it? I could tell he liked you when he called me the other day.”

Andrew? That’s actually a pretty good idea. “I can’t say one way or another. I’m sorry. I signed agreements, you know? Confidentiality things.”

“He’s so young, Ellie,” Mac says. “How old is he? Nineteen?”

I laugh. “He’s not nineteen. He’s like, twenty-two.”

Mac’s deep brow furrows are back. “You’re going out with him this weekend?”

“I can’t say, Mac. Really, I’m sorry.”

“You’re going to his home? You’ll be gone all weekend?”

“Mac,” I say, taking the absolutely gorgeous dress out of the garment bag. I know how much this dress costs. Thousands of dollars. And he just purchased it for me so he could get his way this morning and not come out of it looking like a pig. “I’m just not comfortable discussing Andrew with you, OK? I know we’ve had had this whirlwind thing going this week, but three days, OK? Three days is not a relationship. And I’m quitting—”

Mac hold up a hand to stop me. “I understand all that, and you’re right, you’re definitely a… a whirlwind.” He straightens his jacket and then nods. “So I’ll leave you to it. Have a nice weekend, Eloise. I hope you have a good time.”

He forces a weak smile as he walks back into his office and closes our connecting door.