Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I bit my lip, dragging my gaze over his form, imagining him rubbing my clit as he told me to beg for release. “I asked what you were doing tomorrow morning.” I paused and looked up at him through my lashes. “Sir.”
Michael audibly swallowed. “I told you, just call me Michael,” he said, but he didn’t sound as full of conviction as before.
I ran my tongue across my bottom lip and toyed with the bottom hem of my t-shirt, as if I might pull it up and off, too.
Michael looked like he might be having a heart attack. “I don’t have—I have no plans, nothing’s going on. Nothing.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” My voice was still breathy, and a little husky. “Then meet me here at ten a.m. and I’ll prove my point.”
Michael’s gaze was dark, his pupils large, eyes black, looking at me like he wanted to devour me. I suppressed the urge to do something stupid, like start touching myself and telling him all the ways I’d dreamed about him over the years. Instead I just winked and walked out of the office.
He wanted me. He thought I was sexy. Hell. Yes.
And I was going to prove my point about the menu, too.
Chapter Five
Jesus fucking Christ.
I could barely sleep that night. Every time I’d start to doze off I’d think about Stevie. About her curves sliding against mine, about teasing her by dragging my cock through her folds as she whimpered and begged for me to fuck her properly, about tugging on her hair and kissing her senseless…
Fuck. I shouldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts, not about someone so much younger than myself or about someone who was best friends with my daughter and especially not about someone who was my employee.
Maybe it was a mistake to hire Stevie. And not because of her experience levels.
But because I was so fucking attracted to her I couldn’t even think straight.
When the hell had the woman that I’d always seen as a little girl turned into this bombshell, her sass no longer just amusing but arousing, the determined gleam in her eye not just something to admire in a child but something that made me want to kiss that look right off her face until she was moaning and begging for me?
It was temptation—she was temptation. And if my thoughts were any indication, especially after just one damn night, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep my hands off her.
As I got up and got ready, I firmly reminded myself that Stevie was the best friend of my daughter, and my employee. The age thing was… not ideal. We had twenty years of life experience separating us. I had a kid, I’d been married, I’d been a business owner. Stevie was only just out of her schooling. But those things weren’t insurmountable.
My being her boss, though. That created a dangerous imbalance of power. And would Brooke ever forgive me if I slept with her best friend? Not likely. Not when she was already on thin ice after Virginia’s behavior. Brooke had always liked Theo and thought of him as an uncle or big brother. He’d betrayed her, too.
Despite all my lectures to myself, I put on a pair of nice jeans, dark, with a heather gray v-neck t-shirt that I knew I looked good in. I told myself it was just looking professional.
But I knew I was lying.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I was surprised to find there was a long table set up, covered from end to end in food—all kinds. The plates were piled up. Holy shit. When had Stevie found time to make all this? Had she even slept last night?
Stevie walked out of the hallway that led to the restrooms, wearing ballet flats, a skirt that showed off her long legs, and a blouse that had my eyes sliding down to her breasts before I could stop myself. I forced my gaze back up to her face. Dammit, what the hell was wrong with me? Women didn’t turn my head like this.
“Welcome to your breakfast buffet,” Stevie said, giving me a smirk that had me wanting to grab her and slide my tongue into her mouth. “I hope you don’t mind I used the kitchen to cook all these.”
I figured she must have just changed into a nicer outfit from whatever she was wearing to cook. “No problem.”
Stevie grabbed something off of a nearby table and handed it to me. It was a menu—an entirely new one but laminated and everything. She couldn’t have done that late on a Friday night or early on a Saturday morning, especially if she was busy cooking all of this.
Clearly, she’d had this whole thing planned for a while.
I appreciated that. I liked someone with a game plan. But… still… I scanned the menu.