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"Afternoon, Mr. Haynes." Her eyes flitted to her watch and then back to me. "Going for lunch, I assume?"
"Yes." I leaned a hand against her desk. "And I would be honored if you would join me."
"I'm sorry but I have to refuse your offer, Mr. Haynes. I'm very busy with this particular report and I intend to get it done before I get lunch."
"Miss Bennett, while I appreciate your work ethic and the precision with which you do your work, I'm afraid I have to insist that you join me. You need a break. You've been working hard all morning. And all week. A one-hour lunch break isn't going to ruin that or throw you off schedule."
"I'm just doing my job. And believe me, Mr. Haynes," her voice dropped into a breathy whisper, "I would like nothing more than to join you, but I have to refuse. This is-"
"Miss Bennett, as your boss, I cannot in goodwill leave to get lunch with you still working. So, for my sake, take a break. Get lunch with me."
"Is that an order or a request?"
I leaned down so I was mere inches away from her face, and smirked. "It's simply a desperate plea for you to go to lunch with me."
"Is that so?"
"It very much is."
Sophia let out a dramatic sigh. "Alright. Since you’re begging, I guess I have no choice."
She typed for a few more seconds on her computer, saving her work I presumed, then she rose to her feet. She grabbed the blazer on her chair, but I held out a hand to stop her.
"Leave the blazer."
She bit her lip and raised a brow at me. She leaned forward ever so slightly to provide me with a view of her pillowy breasts. "Any particular reason?"
"No, no reason." My gaze dipped down and I stared unabashedly at her cleavage and winked at her.
"I feel the exact same way. Although…" She paused and then pushed her hands into the jacket of my suit. As if she had all the time in the world, she inched it off my shoulders, and down my biceps.
My skin burned where she touched me. I could feel the warmth and softness of her delicate fingers through the fabric of my silk shirt. I gulped as her hands traveled down my arms, scraping them gently with her nails.
When she had the jacket off and in her hands, she looked over me appreciatively.
"Much better."
She walked in front of me as we made our way to the elevator and my eyes were glued to her perfectly round derriere. I wanted it bent over my lap. I wanted to wrap my hands around it.
"Where are we going?" she asked as we walked.
"It's somewhere close by. I frequent it a lot for lunch. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. The food tastes exquisite."
She let out a soft moan, glancing at me from over her shoulder. "I know something I'd like to taste."
Again, I had to squeeze my fist to control myself. If we hadn't been in public, I would have taken her right then and there.
...
"What a gentleman," Sophia laughed when I poured her a glass of water.
Her eyes skimmed over the dishes on the menu and I did the same. When the waiter arrived, we placed our orders.
"I'll have the risotto del pescado and a fresh berry lemonade."
The waiter nodded as he jotted down my order. "And for the lady?"
"A tomato salad with whipped ricotta and an icy watermelon granita."
