(…)

Pulse beating in my ears, I ride the elevator up to the top floor. I’ve only got a half-hour lunch break and have already lost five minutes just getting so far.

The doors slide apart. I hurry out and through the open office land—well, as fast as the fucking water glass on the tray allows me without spilling over—toward Roman’s office.

Every desk is empty; everyone must be out for lunch. A little devil inside me prays that a certain secretary at the end of the corridor is out, too. ‘Cause I need a fuck, and I need it bad. We have just enough time.

I reach the door with the Associated Builders engraved plate and knock twice with my elbow.

Seconds later, the door opens. My very handsome lover peeks his head out, looking both happy to see me—of course—and bothered, which tells me he’s not alone.

I declare, “Your lunch, Sir.” As he hesitates in the door gap, I move the tray toward him in a bout of insolence, forcing him to step back, and bump the door open with my hip.

The swinging door reveals the arrogant man with the bulldog cheeks from last week’s board meeting seated comfortably on Cindy’s chair, feet up on her desk.

I send him a polite nod. “Sir.” Then redirect my focus to Roman and show him the tray, balancing it one-handed like a professional waiter. “Your lunch.”

He gives me curt smile slightly creasing the corners of his mouth. “Thank you, but I’m having a meeting with the company chairman. Please come back later.”

Wanting to tease him, I lean closer with the tray—but in my eagerness, I forget that a professional waiter’s hands don’t tremble. Mine do, causing water to spill out of the glass and splash on his tie. “Oh, no!” I put the tray on his desk, grab a napkin, and swivel back to him. “Thank God it’s not orange juice,” I mumble, deadpan, wiping his tie. “Or coffee.”

When I sneak a glance up to his eyes, they’re molten. Hot, dark. He likes my presence, but I’m also a massive annoyance in the company of his chairman.

I ask, making time pass, “Where’s Cindy?”

“That’s none of your concern.” His voice comes out low but sharp. He wants me out of his way, out of the office.

“I hope you haven’t sacked her.” I let my gaze fall to his tie again. “She’s a good girl.”

He whispers a “Leave” only audible to me.

I continue wiping and look up. “Hm?”

His lips barely move. “Leave.”

I meet his angry but smoldering eyes and flash him a smile.

A blush colors his cheeks. “Stop,” he mouths.

Touché. It’s all I need to do the exact contrary. Pretending not to have heard him, I pull ever-so-innocently on his tie so he’s stuck and depends on my goodwill to be released. His cologne and manly scent sneak into my nostrils. I want him.

An odd wheeze sounds at our side. We both turn to Bulldog. Mouth wide open, he coughs out a smoker’s cackle that has me envision him on the brink of death. The cackling and wheezing go on for so long, I worry he’s going to have an attack. I almost shoot Roman an insecure glance, but the hoarse laughs die out. At last, Bulldog puts his legs down from the desk and straightens in the chair, his large butt spilling over the cushion.

Cheeks red, Roman refocuses on his tie and gives my hands a slap so loud it resonates through the office, making me drop it. He turns to his chairman with a pointed sigh. “Apologies. Some of the personnel in this building are rude beyond…”

“Not at all,” Bulldog interrupts, coughing and sending him a dismissive wave. “If anything, it’s charming.” His small eyes dart to me. “You. I recognize you from a meeting about a week ago. You were stopping us at the door.”

“Hm, yeah.” I nod and purse my lips to fake admitting I’ve being caught doing something naughty.

Roman frowns and sends me a new glare. “You were what?”

Bulldog chuckles. “He was stalling us.”

I tilt my head to a side and tell Roman with a low, seductive voice, “You were putting on a new shirt. I was just buying you a little time.” I consider adding Sweetheart at the end, but that would probably be pushing it.

Roman’s eyes turn a deep black. He leans toward me like he wants to whip my ass, but holds back. Smart man, not making a scene in front of his boss.

I just stand there, resting my lusting gaze on him with controlled patience. He’s so hot when he’s angry, he makes my body harden, and I know he’s going to be mine as soon as Bulldog is out the door. I can’t help smirking.

 

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