Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Just in time,” she says to me. “The meeting started about a minute ago.” She motions to the conference room with her chin.
“Thank you,” I reply, regretting not getting to kiss her this morning. “I got this free,” I lie to her, handing her the cup of coffee, “they made me two by mistake.”
“Thank you.” She reaches out for it, grabbing the cup with the napkin. She sees my writing on the napkin, putting it down and then looking back up at me.
“The meeting,” she reminds me, and I nod, turning and walking into the conference room.
“Sorry I’m late,” I tell the guys. “Hope I didn’t miss anything.”
“Nope, we were just getting started,” Jaret says. “We got Goldfish crackers this week.”
I pull out the chair and look around the table. “And Gushers.” Vinny holds up the yellow packet. “Give Grace a raise.”
“Noted.” I take off my jacket. “Let’s start this meeting.” I sit down and look out the window toward Grace, seeing that jack-off talking to her again. “Do you not give that kid work to do?” I motion with my chin, and the whole table looks out the window. “He’s always sniffing around her.”
“He likes her,” Jaret states. “And tried asking her out a couple of times.” I try to act cool instead of making the chair fly through the office space while I aim it at his head.
“He needs to fuck off,” I grumble between clenched teeth, obviously not keeping it together.
“I’ll let him know that you don’t approve,” Jaret says, trying not to laugh. “Now, let’s start. I have a meeting in an hour.”
The meeting goes quickly, and the whole time, I try not to look over at her desk. She is usually by herself. A couple of times, she gets up but comes back quickly. I see she’s wearing another loose skirt, which I’m starting to love. I get up when it’s the end of the meeting, grabbing my jacket and cold coffee and walking toward my office. “Nice touch.” I stop at her desk, and she looks up at me. Her top shows off her tits that I got well acquainted with last weekend. “The Goldfish and Gushers.”
“Thank you.” She leans back in her chair. “The Gushers are my favorite.” She tries to hide that wicked smile of hers.
“Of course they are.” I walk into my office before everyone sees the boner I’ve now got. I toss my jacket on the couch and make my way to my desk. I pull up my emails and see a couple of calls I have to return. I pick up the phone at the same time Grace stands up to walk somewhere. But the person answers the phone, so I don’t see where she is going, and then I switch into work mode. I’m on the phone most of the day, and when I look up and see it’s almost four o’clock, I grab my phone and text her.
Me: You look beautiful today.
I watch her look at her phone, and then she must read my text because she looks over her shoulder at me before my phone pings.
Grace: I wore this skirt so you could have had easy access.
Followed by the peach emoji.
I hold the phone so tight in my hand, I’m surprised it doesn’t snap. “Grace!” I yell her name, my cock ready to explode. I see her get up and round her desk, coming toward my door.
Her blue dress swishes, showing me her strappy blue heels. “You rang?” She walks in, and I swear my mouth waters now that I’ve had a little taste of her.
“Close the door,” I bark. She raises her eyebrows, and then she turns and shuts the door behind her at the same time I press the button to close the shades.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, walking back from the door.
“I want you to come and sit on my desk,” I tell her. I thought this was a good idea, the best idea I’ve had today, until she looks at me like she is going to step on my balls with her heels.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she whisper-hisses.
“No.” I shake my head, while my brain says, You’re out of your fucking mind. Why would you do this here at work where anyone could walk in on us?
“I’m not doing this here.” She shakes her head and starts to storm out. “You are insane.”
“Fine,” I say to her back, and she never turns around. She doesn’t even stop in to say goodbye when she leaves, and I know she’s pissed at me.
I pick up Meadow, who changes as soon as we walk into the room, and when it’s her bedtime, I message the sitter to see if she can come over for a couple of hours. Luckily for me, she comes over at the exact time Meadow falls asleep.