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Going with what she and Shannon often referred to as their ‘girl gut’, Olivia called out for her. “Hey, MaryAnn?”
Eyes wide, the other woman spun back around. “Yes, Mrs. Monroe?”
“First of all, we’ve worked together for over a year now. You can call me Olivia. Or Liv.”
The smile that lit MaryAnn’s face sent a pang of guilt straight to Olivia’s heart. She should have extended that particular olive branch long ago. “Okay…Olivia.”
“Second of all…I’m having dinner with Shannon tonight, kind of a delayed celebration for the magazine deal. Would you like to join us?”
“Really? You want me to hang out with you? Outside of work?” An awed sort of shock filled her eyes and voice.
Now Oliviareallyfelt like an ass for how she’d treated her. “Yes. Shannon is planning to meet me here around six so we can share a ride to the restaurant. We’d love to have you.”
“Okay! I’d like that. Thanks, um, Olivia.”
Her mood bolstered by the fence-mending, Olivia finally opened the door to her office and stepped inside.
But it only took a few minutes, and a few dozen emails for her happy mood to evaporate. She’d assumed her coworkers knew about her connection to Angela because James had told them, and that was still entirely possible, but apparently the media had gotten wind of it as well. Her inbox was flooded with requests for comments, as well as messages from old and new clients ranging from genuine concern to obvious attempts at information gathering. A quick check of her phone showed the same tidal wave of notifications that had come in during her drive to work.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
“Goddammit!”
Pausing a few steps past Olivia’s office, James backed up until he was standing in the open door. “Problem, Livvy?”
From her seat at her desk, she shot him a glare that would have sent a lesser man running for the hills. “I am trying to work, but I can’t wade through all of the bullshit in my inbox to get to the emails I actually need to answer. And I had to turn off both of my phones because they wouldn’t stop ringing, so now I have about two dozen voicemails to listen to on top of it, and I just—arrgh!”
At her short, frustrated scream, he closed the door behind him and rounded the desk to crouch down beside her. Grabbing a hold of her chair, he turned her to face him. “Breathe, little one.”
“I don’t havetimeto breathe, James, didn’t you hear a fucking word I just said?”
He’d been her Daddy long enough to recognize when a meltdown was on the horizon. Because she was obviously teetering on the edge of what promised to be an epic one, he ignored the f-bomb she’d just dropped but infused his voice with enough steel to get her attention. “I heard every word, little girl, which is why I am telling you to take a deep breath. Now.”
Still glaring daggers at him, she dragged in an exaggeratedly deep breath. Fighting back a smile at her bratty ways, he nodded. “Good girl. Hold. One…two…three…good girl. Slow exhale.”
By the time they’d repeated the process an additional five times, some of the tension had left her shoulders and she no longer looked like she wanted to stab him. Her final exhale came out as more of a sigh. “Sorry I was a bi—not very nice person.”
“It’s okay, little one. You’re having a hard day.” Reaching up to tuck a stray bit of hair behind her ear, he smiled, letting her know he wasn’t mad. “My offer still stands to let you go home if you need to.”
“I can’t. I’m swamped and my work isn’t going to magically get done if I go home and hide under the covers for the rest of the day.”
The Daddy in him wanted her to do exactly that. But she was right, and forcing her to take the day off would only end up stressing her out more. “Then I guess Daddy will just have to help you relax.”
“You could take me to lunch and buy me a bottle of wine,” she suggested with a wide grin.
Pushing to his feet, he crossed the small office space and flicked the lock on her door before moving to the window and pulling the blinds shut. He’d had the office designed with their clients’ privacy in mind, but it would have been a lie to say he hadn’t dreamed of doing exactly this on more than one occasion.
“James? What are you doing?”
“I told you.” Returning to his previous spot in front of her chair, he knelt and pushed the chair back against the side of her desk before running his hands up her thighs. Her eyes widened with understanding when he reached under her skirt and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. “Lift up for me, baby.”
“We can’t do this here!” she protested in a low, harsh whisper even as she raised her ass up from the chair so he could slide the red satin down her legs.
“Sure, we can. You just have to be extremely quiet.”
Hooking his arms under her knees, he pulled her forward with a quick, sharp jerk so her bottom was balanced precariously on the edge of the seat. Olivia squeaked in surprise and slapped a hand over her mouth when she realized how loud the sound was in the nearly silent office.
“Good girl. Since we need to be quick and quiet, you don’t have to ask to come.” With that, he nudged her legs further apart and lowered his mouth to her exposed pussy. Her lips were already gleaming with her arousal, and he indulged himself with one long, slow lick, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to her sweet little clit just starting to poke out from under its hood.
