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“I do not wanna think about my dad having sex,” Casey laughed. “But I ask him those same questions. Some of them. I haven’t seen him go on a date or have any real fun in a long time. All he does is work, for the most part.”
“Your dad is a very intriguing man.” I smiled down at the papers as I started to file again.
“All the women around here think so,” she said. “To me, he’s just my dad. I am proud of him, though. He made a life for us that other people could barely even dream of. I mean, really beat the odds and did everything his jealous father told him he would never do. I respect him for that.”
That was very inspiring. I’d done some reading up on Mr. Logan Taylor and found out that his life hadn’t always been peaches and cream. Some people didn’t like that he was married young and had his children young. Logan never gave up on his family, though. Instead, he put his feet to the pavement and took care of his responsibility.
As much as I hated to admit it, I found Logan so damn sexy. It truly amazed me how he’d become a self-made billionaire while taking care of his family. Nothing was sexier than a man who knows what he wants and gets it. I let my thoughts wander, imagining Logan’s lips against mine, his bossy voice demanding I do as he says. I heeded his command like a good assistant and took his lips eagerly. His hands caressed my breasts as he wantonly massaged his tongue against mine, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. My excitement grew stronger as I anticipated the growing length of his arousal pressing and teasing the outside of my moistened core.
“What about you?” she asked, interrupting my sexy thoughts about her father. “Are you dating? Married? Have kids? Sorry if I’m being nosy,” she giggled. “I don’t really have many friends. I mostly keep to myself, but there’s something so light and airy about you that just draws me in.”
“Oh.” I blushed. “Thank you, I just try to be myself at all times, I'm nothing special. But no, I'm not married. No kids and not dating anyone. Not yet anyway.” I playfully batted my eyes. “I’m taking my time with all things ‘relationship’ because I've been hurt too many times in the past.”
I couldn’t bring myself to tell Casey I was the woman who had left her brother and who was now having sexy thoughts about her father. Not yet anyway. I didn’t want that to be how I was known at the company. I was really there to work and build bonds with the staff, and the last thing I wanted to do was get intimate with Logan, no matter how irresistible he might be.
“Trust me.” She lowered her head. “I know what you mean. I started dating someone new not too long ago and I see all the red flags, but I just can’t make up my mind about him. Can't talk to my dad about that either,” she laughed. “He’ll just try to find the guy and rough him up, or talk junk about him until I finally cut the cord.”
“What are dads for?” I laughed. “But girl, if you see those red flags early on, it’s best to listen to them. Speaking from experience. They don't change colors as the relationship grows, they only get redder.”
As Casey and I talked, I realized we had a lot in common. She was cool and laid-back but would lean forward if need be. She was beautiful and kind. Smart. Loved to talk about business and making money, rather than talking about men all day. I found myself really growing to like her and thought we could end up great friends at some point.
Logan
“Good morning, Mr. Taylor. I saw that you have a private flight this morning for a meeting; I scheduled a car to pick you up from the office. Your pick up after the flight will be at the gate when you land, and I made sure the client has everything he needs so the meeting won’t take up too much time and delay the flight back. I also filed the paperwork from your desk and sent thank-you cards to the clients who are finished and pleased with your work.”
Ariane was at the office thirty minutes before I was and I had to admit, I was impressed with the initiative she took to get things done. The paperwork on my desk should have been filed weeks ago, and I thought sending the thank-you cards was a nice touch; it let my clients know that I cared about more than just their money. I liked that.
“Well,” I said, removing the shades that hid the exhaustion in my eyes. “Thank you, Ariane. I've been meaning to file that paperwork for a while now.”
The grumpiness I had grown to accept about myself tried its damnedest to find something to complain about, but Ariane had left no stone unturned. She was on top of her game that morning and I could do nothing but take notice.
“There will be a slight change of plans, however,” I added. “I’ll need you to take the flight with me. This is a really high-end client and I need to make sure all my ducks are lined up so I don’t miss out on this opportunity. I noticed yesterday you have a great skill for note-taking and an ear to listen for details I might miss. So, grab whatever you need and let’s head out in ten.”
I saw the excitement in her eyes when I mentioned her accompanying me on the flight. Truth be told, I didn’t really need Ariane’s help to handle my client. I knew the man from previous meetings and knew exactly what he wanted me to bring to life for him. What I needed was a beautiful woman—such as Ariane—on my arm for the double lunch date requested by the client.
“I-I’m going with you?” she questioned. “Are you sure?”
“Do you have somewhere better to be?” I asked, surprised by her reply.
“Oh, no.” She quickly shook her head and smiled. “I’ll get my things ready.”
I watched as her hips sashayed their way from my office to hers. Her bubble butt and the curves on her slim-thick frame made me anxious with curiosity. She looked stunning—her soft curls dangled beautifully as she walked, and the natural strokes of her makeup made Ariane look even more attractive. She knew it too; it was all in the way she smiled when she spoke to me.
“Are you ready to head out?” she asked. “The car is here for us.”
There was hesitation in my reply for the first time in a long time. I was ready, but not necessarily for the flight and meeting. I was conflicted. While I wanted to remain strictly professional with Ariane, I had an unrelenting desire to get to know her on a deeper level.
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “We have to make a quick pit stop before the airport, though.”
“Oh.” She immediately checked her iPad for any missed notifications. “I didn’t get the memo.”
“I didn’t send one.” I stood up from my desk and smoothed over my button-up before grabbing my jacket and throwing it over my shoulder. “It was a last-minute thing. We have to get you a new outfit for this meeting. It's a little more personal than it seems on paper.”
“Is there something wrong with the way I dress?” she asked, apparent offense in her tone.
I chuckled a little as I stared down at her. The view from my height to hers was even more beautiful up close. She looked defenseless against my tall, bulky frame, but also fierce as she looked up into my eyes. The sexiness nearly crippled me.
“No. Not at all. It's just…" I paused, not really knowing how to break the news to her. “This is more of a lunch date. With a couple, if you get my drift.”
