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Addison tries to hop off the counter, grabbing my arm for support.
“It’s our delivery. Look, I should get changed. Can you please let them in?”
“Sure.”
As she begins to hobble to her room, she briefly turns around. “For the record, I’m not a booty-call person. Perhaps, Mr. Cooper, you’re confusing me for yourself.”
She disappears, only for the knock to be louder this time. I let the guys in and allow them to bring in the white goods and a couch. There are four of them, and by the time Addison walks back into the room, they’re already gone.
As much I prefer her in a towel only, she looks damn fine in her black skirt and white blouse. I’ve never seen her in corporate wear, and the image of her on her knees sucking on my cock is too hard to resist. Her hair is tied up into a tight bun, away from her face, but a ponytail would’ve fit the fantasy just right.
“Okay, so you want to explain why you’re here?”
Only now, I notice she’s carrying her heels. Surely, she can’t expect to wear them after her fall.
“You should lay off the high heels for a few days,” I scold her.
“How about you answer my question?”
I shake my head, then clear my throat. “I needed to speak to my brother about something.”
“You needed to speak to your brother?” she repeats with an amused expression. “He’s at training, which I’m sure you knew.”
“No, I didn’t know.”
“Okay, so what’s it about?” she pushes.
“It’s private.”
“Private? Now, I know you’re lying,” she says with confidence. “If you’re here to see me, just admit it.”
Her forwardness catches me off guard.
“Why would I want to see you?”
She shrugs her shoulders then turns to make herself a coffee. When she turns back around, it’s with a steaming cup in hand.
“I don’t know. You seem to have some sort of fascination with me.”
This time, I fold my arms beneath my chest. “Is that so?”
Her lips blow against the steam, then carefully, she takes a sip from the mug. The stare on her face fixates on me blankly, making it challenging to understand where she’s going with this.
“I’d love to hang around and chat, but it’s the first day of work,” she deadpans. “Oh, and your mom insisted I read the book which is your number one bestseller. I’ll give credit where credit is due, it was entertaining, and this is why I’m tired.”
For a moment, it doesn’t drop. Our number one bestseller is a romance book. Then, I remember exactly which one. The one when the male lead is fascinated with eating the girl out everywhere.
And here I thought Miss Edwards was soinnocent.
I bet, and if only I knew for certain, she played with her sweet pussy from reading the story.
“I’ve read the book.”
Her lashes fly high as her eyes widen. “You’ve read this book?”
“When a book is a bestseller making the company you work for quite wealthy, you want to know exactly what’s inside.”
“I guess it makes sense,” she mutters, dropping her head quickly. “It doesn’t seem like your type of book.”
