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“Mmm, you really do look sexy, kitten,” he whispers, causing a shudder to run down my spine.
I smirk up at him. “Thanks, bossman.” Ezra chuckles at my comment. In no time we arrive at his office. He lets me go in first, following only seconds later. The blind on the door is pulled down, and you can’t see much through the windows.
I admire his office. The place is massive, decorated with simple white colors, and art on the walls, along with certificates. The carpet is dark grey and the sofa the same colour. A large, oak desk with a black leather chair is positioned in front of windows. The view outside is spectacular. There are filing cabinets and a bookshelf made from the same wood as his desk. I spot a station in the corner with a fancy coffee machine on it that looks somewhat complicated to use. A drink cart is sitting next to the couch, with scotch, vodka and crystal glasses on it.
A clicking sound comes from behind me. I turn around to see what it is. Ezra is locking his office door.
“Do you lock your door whenever you have someone here, or am I special?”
He reaches for my hips and brings me in for a hug. “You are special.” He smirks, capturing my lips with his. “I missed you last night.”
I moan, slipping my arms around his neck. “I missed you too,” I mumble into his lips. Ezra holds me tighter, putting more pressure on my lips. I pout when he parts from me.
“Trust me, it is best we stop because if we don’t, the only thing we will be doing is fucking in my office. I still need to go over a few things with you and show you around, but if we keep kissing, I will forget what I am supposed to be doing,” he responds, breathing raggedy.
“Fine, but we do need to fuck in your office sometime because it would be hot, especially if you bend me over your desk,” I purr, running my fingers down his chest.
Ezra groans loudly. I wink, before I walk over to the couch to sit down. I can feel his eyes burn into my ass as I do. He is too easy to get to. I take a seat, patting the spot next to me. He glares at me before he gets himself together and comes to join me.
“So, Mr. Barclay, do you have any questions for me?” I ask sweetly, crossing my legs, my skirt crawling up, showing off a little thigh.
Ezra’s eyes fall on it, licking his lips. “Yes. I have one question. Why do you insist on torturing me constantly?”
I look at him, confused. “I haven’t done anything. How can I be torturing you?”
“The outfit for starters, and if that isn’t enough, the way you have your hair. All you are missing is some glasses, and you’d be a woman right out of a man’s fantasy.” He growls, placing his hand on my thigh.
“The sultry secretary fantasy by any chance?” I snicker, shaking my head.
A sexy smile forms on his lips. “Mmm, yes.”
I playfully roll my eyes. “I thought so. Maybe I will play dress up for you sometime, babe.”
“Yes, please.” He beams, clearly excited by the idea.
I can add it to my list of things I want to do with or for him once we are official and have all the time in the world, a lot of which I am positive he will appreciate.
“Now, can we get down to business? I need to know what my role is. And this place is like a maze, so a tour is needed.” I know if we continue to sit here we won’t do anything that we need to achieve.
“Of course, Miss Goodman,” he says, switching between lover to professional mode so easily. “What would you prefer to do first? Paperwork or a tour?”
“A tour, please. Paperwork sucks.”
Ezra jumps to his feet, offering a hand to me, which I take, and helps me up. He steals a quick kiss before going to unlock the door so we can leave.
I am excited to see the place where I will be working.
* * *
Ezra and I arrive back at his office an hour after he gave me a tour. There was a lot to see, and it will take time for me to find my way around. I couldn’t help but notice as we walked around that Ezra was getting a lot of attention from his female staff. He seemed oblivious to it, but I found myself becoming jealous. I hated them looking at my man, and it wasn’t the only reason. Some of them are gorgeous. I am surprised none of them have managed to seduce him, or maybe they have, who knows, but I won’t ask that question.
When we come back to his office this time he keeps his door open.
“Coffee? And then we can get your paperwork sorted out, bright eyes,” he asks.
“I would love one, thanks.” I need it to get me through the dreaded paperwork.
I take a seat on the sofa, waiting for him. He joins me a couple of minutes later, setting my coffee in front of me.
