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One hour and seven minutes later. . .
“Why can no one make a goddamn cup of coffee—”
“I’ve got this. Amy, you can go.” My head whips toward the door as Fay walks in.
“Thank you,” Amy whispers to my very tardy assistant as she rushes out of my office.
“You’re late,” I snap as she struts forward, holding the cup. I reach out to take it from her, but she pulls back.
“My salary is going to double?”
“What?” I make another attempt, and she steps back farther.
“You’re going to double my salary, or I’m leaving—withthe coffee.”
“Give me the coffee, Fay.”
“Not until you confirm the only reason I’m back here after how you treated me.”
White dress. The sound of her moans. Her flushed cheeks as she came on my hand. . . I would pay her triple. “Double. I’m a man of my word. Now, give me the damn coffee.”
She smiles and hands me the mug, and I take a deep sip. Before I can spit out more demands, she turns to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?” She doesn’t answer and walks out. I take a menacing step after her when she returns.
“Your agenda and the reports for today’s meeting. Did you want to go over them?” She leans forward, offering me a direct view down her blouse. My jaw tightens as she places the portfolios on my worktable, and more fantasies about her flash through my mind. Spread out across the table. Biting those perky tits. Digging my fingers into her curves. Fuck, maybe I should have fired her to keep her away. “Hello? Did you want to go over—”
“This isn’t working out.” Now that I’ve had a little taste, there’s no way I can keep my hands to myself. I want her. Icraveher.
“Are you kidding me? You made me come all this—”
“I need the reports redone. I found a spelling error in the summary report.” I found no such thing. I just need her out of my sight so I can get my shit together.
“Oh, we’re doing this again? I thoroughly checked them.”
“You didn’t.” God, she looks beautiful today.
“Fine, whatever. I’ll redo them.” She picks up the reports, granting me another eyeful. I clench my jaw to keep from snagging her into my arms and burying my face in those fucking tits. “I’ll be right back.”
I nod, sipping my coffee, ignoring how her chest lifts as she holds the files against her body. I exhale when my door closes, letting out what feels like my first real breath. There’s no doubt I’m playing with fire. I’ve spent the last two weeks fighting my urges, and now, it will be impossible to be near her and not want to pull her slacks down and bend her over my desk. The way she breathlessly moaned my name is burned into my memory. I need to hear it over and over. I’m so fucked.
I’ve crossed the line with her. The question is, what am I going to do about it?
I grab my phone and hit her extension.
“Yes?”
“Get in here.”
“I’m working on the—”
“Now.” I hang up.
She enters my office, a frown on her pretty lips. “Shut the door.” She pushes it closed and walks over to my desk. “Sit.”
“Do you know how to say please?” Her jaw clenches, and I fight to hold in my smirk.
“Please,” I say with less of a bite. Her eyes blossom in shock. She does as she’s told and takes a seat across from me. “We need to discuss—”
“No, we don’t.”
