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“I guess I’m just too tired to be professional,” she said with a small, breathy little laugh that made my blood rush.
“Is that the case? Maybe you should be tired more often.”
I turned to her, both of us standing by the nearly empty sitting area with only a few of the other assistants working to clear trash away and check on things. She craned her neck to look at me, a confused expression on her face.
“That doesn’t sound very productive.”
“Not everything has to be about productivity.” I countered.
“Really?” she asked, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. “Because that doesn’t seem to be your M.O.”
“That’s because all you know is about my professional life. Believe it or not, even I have a personal life that’s decidedly more… private.”
“I’m not sure I believe that considering how many gossip sites I found you on when I was researching GSME.”
“Mostly just rumors and lies. Sometimes they get something right, but usually they’re just making things up to get clicks. Believe me when I say that I manage to have plenty of fun off the radar.”
She turned fully to me and it made me feel taller than ever. “Fine. I believe you. But I’m not quite sure why you’d want me to know.”
“You aren’t?” I murmured, taking a step towards her. I could feel electricity crackling between us, popping, arcing and lancing. I pulled me to her, and judging by the flush on her face, she seemed equally effected.
“It doesn’t seem relevant to my job.”
“Ms. Viello,” I said, wishing that we were on a first name basis. “Has anyone ever told you that there’s more to life than your career.”
“Yeah, but none of those people work for you.” Her eyes narrowed at me, but I could tell that it was nervously playful. She was testing the waters, seeing what was safe and what wasn’t. But I didn’t want her to be safe.
“That’s true. I wouldn’t hire someone with an attitude like that.”
“And yet you’re encouraging me to listen to their advice?”
I chuckled lightly. “Of course. Because then it would be convenient for me.”
“Really?” she challenged, and it was so easy to forget that there was a whole world outside of our conversation. That other workers were lingering around, saying goodbyes or ordering their rides from whatever phone apps they used. “How would that be convenient for you considering you’ve fired every other assistant but me?”
“Because,” I answered, voice low and quiet. My large hand rested gently on her waist, our bodies just a breath away. I hesitated for a moment, reading her reaction.
She didn’t pull away, and I didn’t see fear or discomfort on her face. Only surprise and a foreign sort of headiness that looked so good across her features.
It was a risk, but I could feel that this was my chance and that if I didn’t move, the moment would shatter, and everything would go back to that uncertain anticipation. “If you had a life outside of your career then I might have a chance to do this,”
I bent down, pressing my lips to hers. At first the pressure was barely there, more a question from me to her. It was probably wrong to do so, she was my employee and half my age, but my blood was rushing through my body so hard that I could hardly hear anything over its roar past my ears.
But then her arms lifted to wrap around my neck, holding onto me like an anchor, and I pressed myself to her fully.
My mouth pressed into her, tongue sliding along the seam of her lips, begging entrance. One of my hands went to the base of her neck, fingers gently winding in the thin hairs there, the other wrapping around her to bind her to me.
God, she was so soft. Everywhere. Her lips were like two pillows that gently parted, allowing my tongue to plunder her just how I had wanted for the past week. Her front tried to mold to my form, warm and feminine and inviting, while my hand at her waist was cushioned by her perfect little stomach.
Desire, arousal, all of it swirled in me as we melted into each other, occasional little gasps or pants from her going straight through me. I could feel excitement mounting, my mind quickly coming up with dozens of ideas of how else we’d get to experience her wonderful, completely unfair and perfect body for the rest of the night.
I knew I needed to get to my phone to call my driver so that I could whisk her away and show her just how rewarding having a life outside of her career could be, but that meant breaking away from her, and that was absolutely unacceptable at the moment.
But then something changed. One moment we were moving against each other, my body ramping up to devour her like the most delicious meal that I had ever had, and then suddenly she stiffened and tore away.
