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“Jesus,” I complained, wiping my face with my palm. “Fine. I’ll go with you.” She beamed, and together we ran from the car and into her building, the rain pounding on the pavement.
Reagan’s place was very Florida-ish, if that made sense. It was tropical-themed, with seashells everywhere, windchimes, and a large window facing the sea's direction. Some of the walls were a light shade of blue-green. It told me that Reagan didn’t have the time to decorate her place. Or maybe the money. Everything looked cheap and touristy, which surprised me.
“Your place is—”
“Horrible?” she continued as she removed my blazer and hung it on one of the kitchen island chairs. It didn’t look much, her apartment. But it was clean and tidy. She hopped to the kitchen, still shivering, as she turned on the coffee maker.
“I was going to say unlike you.”
“What did you expect?”
“Something more expensive. Classier. Neutral colors.” A penthouse, I said to myself. There was something not right here. Why would Reagan’s father allow her to stay in a place like this when they could clearly afford a much bigger place?
“Well, it was the only thing I could afford when I got here, so it’ll do,” she said, as she paraded back into the living room before walking in the direction of the bedroom, her feet squishing on the floor as she walked. “I’m just going to shower really quick. Make yourself at home.”
I wasn’t nosy, but when Reagan closed the door behind her, I roamed her kitchen to check for the coffee, and when I opened the cabinets, they was empty. So was the fridge except for a carton of coconut water and a half cup of a Starbucks coffee.
It crossed my mind that maybe Reagan ran away from her father with no money on her, which explained why she started working in housekeeping when she didn’t have a single clue how to fold a blanket. It also accounted for the lack of food in her kitchen, and why she was settling for a cheap apartment like this one.
Reagan returned wearing a gray tank top and shorts so low they might as well just be underwear. She had no bra on, and her nipples pierced through the soft material of her top. My dick twitched. Fuck. The last of my self-control was slowly deteriorating at the sight of her.
A towel was wrapped around her hair. Her pale legs almost illuminated the room as she strutted toward the kitchen to check on the coffee.
What was the harm in allowing myself to enjoy the view? I thought. I knew what Reagan was doing. She was trying to push my buttons to see how far I would go to not fuck her tonight. She was testing the waters.
“You shouldn’t be wearing that,” I told her, leaning against the kitchen island. I produced my phone from my pocket as a habit to distract myself and to let my cock relax for a moment when I suddenly remembered that she hated it when I was on the phone.
“Why not?” she complained innocently, but I could see the humor in her eyes. “It’s the only thing I’ve got right now. The rest of my clothes are in the hamper. Why? Are you tempted?”
I shook my head at her as I walked from the kitchen and to the living room, sitting on one of the couches, the rain still raging outside.
“I’m your boss, Reagan,” I called.
“We’re not working right now, Matthew. Besides, you’ve seen more of me than this.”
I had, but that didn’t mean I was going to allow another thing to happen between us. Not when she was slowly etching her mark on my brain. She would send me to perdition, this woman.
“Look, Reagan, what happened between us at the banquet hall isn’t going to happen again. It was a mistake.”
I knew on my part that it wasn’t actually a mistake. I had enjoyed it—enjoyed her. But she was my employee, and most people would find it taboo that an employee was sleeping with the boss. It would send alarming signals to the staff once word got out. Fuck. Clair was going to kill me. But then again, this was her fault. She put Reagan on the list in the first place.
“You and I both know nothing about that night was a mistake. You liked it. So did I. It’s a physical thing. You can’t deny that. The only mistake was that you didn’t fuck me.”
Oh, what the hell. She was right. There was no point in denying the attraction. There were just some things you couldn’t control.
My initial thought was to give Reagan what she wanted. Maybe then my head would clear once I quit denying myself. But I thought of her brother and the fact that she worked for me. I also reminded myself that I wasn’t sure if she was spying on me or not. I glanced over at her where she was staring at me coquettishly, and gave in to what I really wanted.
“God, Reagan,” I sighed defeatedly. “Come here.” And she did, slowly. She walked like a vixen toward where I was on the couch. With my legs apart, she could see the bulge of my cock in my pants. “On your knees.”
Reagan smirked at me, her eyes filled with lust and hunger as she removed the towel from her head and tossed it to the side. “I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours, Reagan.”
I traced my thumb over the corner of her lips, and she closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation. I wasn’t about to tease her, not when I also needed her tonight. Every time I jacked off in the shower, and in my bed, she was all I could picture.
I unbuckled my belt with my free hand as Reagan sucked on my thumb, her lips plump and pink. She dragged her hands to the button on my pants and undid the zipper for me. Lifting my waist, she dragged down my trousers and my boxers, revealing my hard, erect cock.
“Hmm,” she moaned at the sight. “Someone’s excited.”
God, this side of Reagan was different. At first glance, she looked innocent with her blonde hair and designer clothes, but I knew she knew what she was doing. And she was good at it.
