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We maintain a professionalism—well, sort of—but with it being a Sunday afternoon, we thought we’d be okay. However, my loving children Finley and Michael stopped by to demand I come home for dinner since I’ve been working so hard lately.
Yes, I have been working hard, but I have also been partaking in sneaky office rendezvous with a certain sexy employee of mine. Under the desk blow jobs have become a trend this past week, and it’s a trend I hope continues. Whether it’s me in her office or her here—like now—one of us always gets a happy ending.
Agreeing to be home for dinner, the kids leave me to ‘get back to it’ and with the coast now clear, Calliope resumes what she was doing before we were interrupted. “Sunshine,” I growl, because knowing my daughter, she will rush back in with something super important she forgot to tell me, but I soon lose my train of thought when she wraps her lips back around my dick.
Once I’ve come down her throat—without any further interruptions—she kisses me on the lips quickly and exits my office. Leaning back in my chair, I have a contented smile on my face and I feel fan-fucking-tabulous … and it’s all to do with the sexy as hell minx who just blew—literally—into my office.
Now that Calliope and I are a couple, albeit a secret couple, I’m thinking about asking Alex to start the divorce proceedings again. It’s not like I’m planning on marrying the girl anytime soon, but should it come to that, I don’t want me still being legally married to Bitchifer to come between us. No more Mr. Nice Guy, this divorce will happen, no matter what.
ChapterThirty-Eight
… three weeks later
“I’m pre-annoyed.” I huff, dropping into my chair across from Fern who conveniently, for me, was in my office waiting after my meeting with the other department heads. The bitch in housekeeping was saying what we all think about Kane and I just had to sit there, playing dumb. Pretending I haven’t licked him from head to toe or had him thrusting into me from behind as I’m bent over my desk. Right now, I’m so glad to be living and working with her so I can vent in person. Venting just isn’t the same via FaceTime.
“You’re what?” she questions, confusion all over her face.
“I’m pre-annoyed because I know as soon ashearrives, I have to pretend like we haven’t seen each other naked, and I have to act like I don’t want him with every fiber of my being while all those other skinny, ho, slutbag bitches fantasize about my man.”
Dropping my head to my desk, I groan when images of his mouth pressed against mine in a kiss that left me breathless and wanting to jump his bones—again—flashes before my eyes. But I can’t jump his bones right now because it’s a workday and we are trying to keep a sexual distance at the hotel, but have you seen the man? He’s hot as hell and I’m a red-blooded woman who can’t get enough of her secret, silver fox boyfriend.
“And by he, I’m guessing you mean the hottest guy in town, who you’re secretly banging, but you’re both stubborn and pigheaded and keeping what is glaringly undeniable between the two of you a secret?” I silently give her ‘the look’. “Puh-lease,” she sasses, “you know I’m right.”
“Whatever.” I make a ‘w’ with my fingers.
“May I just point out, you didn’t deny the attraction or jumping bones part of that comment.”
“Don’t make me pre-annoyed at you too.”
“You love me … now, wanna talk about it?”
“No … it will just piss me off again.”
“And what exactly are you pissed off about?”
Staring over at her, I run through everything that’s pissing me off right now. I don’t even know where to begin but as I think about it, I think I’m mostly pissed at the secrets. I’m keeping how I really feel about him hush-hush and we all know, secrets always come out but there are so many variables relating to our secret. It’s not just me I have to worry about—there’s my dad. His kids. Our work colleagues. My dad. Him finding out scares me the most. I don’t want to disappoint him but most of all, I don’t want to ruin a twenty-plus-year friendship, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I know it’s selfish but I want the happily ever after, ugh. I’m such a bad person.
My day after my morning freakout continued to spiral and not even dinner with Kane, hidden away in his office, fixed it. If anything, that dinner made everything worse because Dad, well, he caught us in the act.
ChapterThirty-Nine
“What the fuck is going on here?” Dad bellows from the entrance to Kane’s office.
Kane and I both freeze.
My eyes widen.
My heart stops beating in my chest.
Kane’s hands grip my ass under my dress tighter.
My chest rapidly rises and falls as my breathing intensifies with fear.
We’ve just been busted … by my dad, no less.
Looking over my shoulder, I swallow deeply when I see my dad standing in the doorway, glaring at the two of us. I was secretly hoping it was someone else who just so happens to sound like Dad when he growls. The first thing I notice, his forehead vein is beginning to form, that vein only appears when he’s angry—really, really angry—and right now, he’s livid.
There’s no hiding what we were doing. We were about to have dessert—each other—after our romantic dinner for two. I’m currently straddling Kane on the sofa in his office and our lips were pressed together, kinda hard to deny what was happening.
