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“If I wanted you here, I would have invited you. I didn’t.” I continue to make my way to the bar. Any other night, I would take her up on her offer. Fuck, maybe I should? If I fuck someone else, it might help ease this aching need I have for Bentley.
I shake my head. It won’t work. As good as Jessica is, she’s no Bentley.
As I pour myself a shot of whiskey, I hear Jessica’s clothing rustling behind me. “You know you don’t have to be an ass about it, Nathan,” she says.
I turn around and lean my back against the cabinets. “I’m changing my code. In fact, I don’t even remember giving it to you. How’d you get in here?” I ask her with a raise of my brow.
“I watched you type it in.” She shrugs.
That would explain it. It’s not like I ever hide the code to my penthouse. I never thought I’d have to. “Considering you saw yourself in, I think you can manage to see yourself out.” I hear the elevator doors close as I walk back to my bedroom with a fresh glass of whiskey in hand.
* * *
It’s ten to eight.I’m sitting at my desk, watching the door like a wolf in heat just waiting for its prey to cross the threshold. I need to get a grip on myself. It’s not like I can ravage her the moment she clocks in.
She’s your employee.
The words are scrawled across a big yellow Post-it note that’s stuck to my monitor. Courtesy of Xavier Christianson. The writing has his cursive flare to it. Xavier, unlike me and Alistair, grew up with a gold spoon in his mouth. Not silver, literally gold. I spotted the gold baby spoons in a cabinet in his parents’ house one time when we were all there celebrating a win.
He comes from one of Australia’s wealthiest families. He could have had it easy and rode on the coattails of his father. He chose a different path. He chose law. He’s worked just as hard as I have, to become the best at what he does. I think he has this thing about proving to the world he can do it on his own or some shit. Whatever it is, I’m fucking glad, because he is the best criminal defence attorney this city has seen in a very long time.
Our firm is comprised of three departments: criminal law, which is Xavier’s bread and butter, family law, Alistair’s specialty, and finally corporate law, which is all me.
We are the best firm in Melbourne. We’ve all worked our asses off to be the best and gain that reputation. Thoughts of Randall Clive and the potential ramifications of losing him as a client run through my head. What impact is this going to have on the firm?
I know I made the right decision. I will never give in to a demand from anyone. Fuck that. I’ll sit back and watch his company go down the drain when he hands the reins over to his cokehead of a grandson. There was no way I was going to fire Bentley. Even if it was her first day. She’s smart, top of her class kind of smart. That’s the sort of attorney we want working for us. And the decision had nothing to do with the fact that I want to bend her over my desk and fuck the shit out of her.
There’s a soft knock at the door, causing me to look up from my computer screen. She’s here. Relief washes over me. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that she’d come back. I was half-expecting to be served with a HR lawsuit the minute I walked into the office this morning. Which is why I drew up a contract as soon as I arrived. I just need to find a way to get Bentley to sign it. It covers both of us if we continue our extracurricular activities. Who am I kidding? There is noif, because one look at her now has my cock rock-fucking-hard.
“Miss Johnson, close the door,” I instruct her.
Bentley looks from me to the door, considering her options before she steps inside and does as she’s told.
Good girl.I don’t say the words out loud. But it is nice to know she’s a natural at following orders. I think she and I are going to have plenty of fun getting to know each other.
“Have a seat.” I point to one of the chairs in front of me.
Bentley sits down, and for the first time, I wish I had a glass desk. Because, fuck, would I like to see those thighs of hers cross over each other.
“I apologise for my behaviour last night. I want to assure you that it won’t happen again. I’m not that girl. I will make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she says, looking me firmly in the eye.
“You’re really fucking beautiful when you lie.” I smirk, watching the redness creep up her neck. “But let’s not kid ourselves. What happened last night…” I point from her to me. “We both wanted that to happen. And it’s going to happen again,” I say.
“You’re my boss,” she whispers.
“I’m aware.” I sit back in my chair.
“I can’t.”
“And yet you already did.” My fingers click the top of my pen up and down, anything to stop myself from reaching across the desk, pulling her into my lap, and having her ride my dick.
“I-I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
Ignoring her comment, I drop the pen. I don’t think she’s in the mood to sign my contract at the moment. So I pick up a manilla folder and slide it across the desk. “I need you to proof these contracts, make sure there’s nothing out of order. If you have any questions, ask.”
“Wait. That’s it?” She appears confused.
“That’s it, Miss Johnson. You can set yourself up over there.” I gesture to the sofa. I should show her where her office is, where she should be stationed for the day. I’m not ready to let her leave though. I like having her here.
