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“Did you finish your work?”
“I did. It’s just you, me, and some really sappy, sad movies. We’re going to cry, laugh, eat, and drink, not necessarily in that order.”
“Thank you for being such a good friend.” I took the glass of wine and proceeded to take a long drink. “I don’t want to be a total bitch, but my misery needs your company. I know one of these days you’re going to leave me. I don’t know how I’ll handle it, but I’ll try.”
“I’ll make sure my sugar daddy comes in a pair,” she teased.
“Thanks.”
12
JON
“Did you miss me?” I growled. I grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. “Do you remember this? Do you remember what it was like to have me deep inside you?”
“I do,” she breathed. “I want you inside me again.”
“I’m going to fuck you every which way.” I jerked her panties so hard they tore. “You are not going to walk out on me again. At least not without a little difficulty. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to scream my name. You will never forget me.”
“Stop talking and put your money where your mouth is.” She grabbed my face in her hand. “You talk too damn much.”
I smirked because I knew I was going to make sure she never forgot me. I wanted her to know what she was missing out on if she left me again. I needed her to be tingling by the time I was done with her.
“I think you’re going to want to hang on to something,” I vowed.
She grabbed my face and kissed me. Her eyes stared directly into mine. “You’re still talking. Less talk, more action.”
A moment later, she climbed onto the bed. She stayed on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me in the most seductive way I had ever seen. She was the hottest thing in the world. I was going to make sure I pleasured her enough to satisfy eight years of longing. I needed it. I needed the woman to know I wasn’t the kind of man that anyone walked away from.
“Shit.” I slapped the bed. I had woken up right before the good part.
I dreamed about Macy pretty often. More often than I cared to admit. But it had been a while. Seeing her stirred up all those feelings and memories. She was never far from my thoughts, but damn, now it was like I was back at square one. I had to exorcise her once again.
I went into the shower and finished off what the dream had started. Then I made my way downstairs and started a cup of coffee. I was still operating in a state of shock after the run-in yesterday.
After she left my office, I sat for a long time simply processing. The scent of her perfume had lingered the whole day. I purposely kept my door shut to lock in that scent.
She wanted the job as my assistant. At least, she had wanted it before she figured out who I was. The woman had showed up in my life once again. How did that happen?
After she left, I dug out her application. She lived in San Francisco. According to her job history, she’d always lived here. I didn’t have to look for her. She was right here.
I was pissed. All this time, she had been right here. Did she know who I was? Where I was?
At first, I thought maybe her showing up at my job interview was on purpose. She wanted to see me and staged that whole interview. Then I remembered the look on her face. She’d been blindsided, just like me.
She didn’t have a clue what she had done to me. This was my chance to show her. I wanted her to suffer the way I had suffered. I wanted her to feel like shit. I wanted her to feel what it was like to be used. People didn’t burn me. Women didn’t walk out on me.
I sipped my coffee and stared out at the Golden Gate Bridge from my kitchen. An idea started to form. I wasn’t necessarily a huge proponent of revenge, but this might just be what I needed to get over this. Revenge was a dish best served cold. Eight years was plenty chilled.
I was going to give her the job. She would be my assistant. We would be spending a lot of time together. I knew I could be charming. There was no denying the chemistry between us. I could capitalize on that.
I could figure out how to make her want me. I’d charm her pants off, literally. She might just fall in love with me. Then I was going to disappear. Well, not actually disappear, but I was going to pull back from her. It would be all hot and she would most definitely be bothered. Then it would be over. I wouldn’t give her a reason or an explanation. It would just be over. We’d see how she liked it.
I called Brian to get the ball rolling. “Brian, I want you to hire the woman I interviewed yesterday,” I said.
“Macy Stiles?” he asked.
I pretended I had to think about it. “Yes, that’s her. I liked her. Offer her the job. In fact, bump up the pay ten percent. I want to make sure she accepts.”
