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He frowns, with a tiny clench in his jaw. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s a good plan.”
“Iknowit’s a good plan,” she says. “I’m simply stunned that you agreed to spend money without a fight.”
I grin. “There was a little fight.”
“It’s notmuchmoney,” he reminds me with a growl. “Correct, Lucie?”
“Wow,” Mark says. “Next you’ll convince him to throw a holiday party.”
“Actually,” I reply, “I think we should start doing staff meetings. There’s research that shows—”
“Meetings are a waste of time,” Caleb says, cutting me off. “I ask for work to be done, pay a good salary, and the work is completed. What’s there to discuss?”
“Use the meeting to tell them they’re doing a great job,” I suggest. Employees are scared of him and they shouldn’t be—he’s someone they’d want to work for, if they really knew him.“Tell them what’s next for the company or what they have to look forward to.”
His eyes roll. “Why isn’t continued employment enough to look forward to?”
I laugh, perching on the edge of the table. “Caleb, if continued employment was enough, you wouldn’t have needed me in the first place.”
I wait for him to point out that he did not, in fact, need me. His mouth tilts, but he doesn’t say it, which is generous of him.
“The cost would be minimal,” I continue. “Just bagels and coffee. I’ll do all the leg work.”
His gaze meets mine and there’s still reluctance in his face, a desire to argue, but it…softens. Unexpectedly, quietly. “Fine,” he says.
“And you’ll be there,” I add, sounding uncomfortably like Sophie issuing one of her warnings. It’s ayou’ll be there or I’ll fight you over it.
His lips move into one of his almost-smiles again, as if he’s thinking the same thing. “My schedule is getting packed. If this is really necessary, I can do it two weeks from now, but after that, no promises.” He pauses then, a flicker of worry on his face. “Is that okay? Do you have time to pull it together by then?”
I never thought I’d see the day when Caleb Lowell would appear legitimately concerned about whether he was asking too much.
Mark grins, as if he never expected to see it either.
16
CALEB
Lucie is in the green dress today and her hair is down. “Can I show you something?” she asks, holding up her laptop and I know this is the last thing I need right now—her in my office smelling like roses and sunlight, her in that fucking dress and those heels—but I can’t think of a reason to say no.
She strides toward me, hips swaying like an invitation.
She comes to my side of the desk and sets her laptop in front of me before opening up a spreadsheet. The numbers blur, though, because her smell is in my nostrils and her ass is an inch from my arm, and if I were to look really hard—I swear to God I’m not going to look—I’d see some cleavage as she leans over.
She shuts the laptop. “You’re not even listening,” she says. “What are you actually thinking about?”
My expression, I’m certain, is guilty. My head is blank. I say nothing, and she smiles. “Caleb, tell me.”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
She steps in front of me and takes a seat on my desk. Her dress is bunched up now, barely covering her ass and when herthighs spread wide, it’s covering nothing at all. She reaches between her legs and tugs the tiny black thong she’s wearing to the side. “Was it this?” she purrs, her fingers sliding over her center, circling her clit.
I should deny it, but I’m already rising, already ripping off my belt. I can’t undress fast enough, as if she’s an apparition that will vanish if I close my eyes. She reaches for me, smiling as her mouth lowers, moaning as I hit the back of her throat.
I wake. I’m so close to coming that for a second I wonder if it’s going to happen entirely on its own.
I slide my hand into my boxers and grip myself tight, just the way I’d want her to do it before she took me into her mouth.
I spent the entire past week thinking about her and I’ll spend next week doing the same. This isn’t sustainable. Harrison was right.
