Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“What are you going to say? That you were practically all over the boss while on my desk, and I told you impolitely to get off. Now I’m going to have to disinfect it.” Mr. Hardwick chokes out a laugh as he pushes the chair back, hitting the wall behind my desk. Then I realized he’d been doing his best to escape the woman, but his foot was caught on my purse strap. What was he doing at my desk in the first place?
“Ms. Hooker, please tell your boss to come to the meeting himself or cancel. I don’t ask for assistants to attend meetings,” Mr. Hardwick snarls, but he doesn’t stand. She storms off, and he stands, so I hand him his coffee. That’s when I spot his arousal right through his slacks. He quickly grabs a legal pad off my desk and speeds toward his office, leaving his cup on my desk.
So, I interrupted an intimate moment. He wasn’t trying to escape her claws. He was trying to avoid me seeing his reaction to her big tits on display. My tits are large too, but I keep them covered.
Mr. Hardwick needs to keep that shit at his desk and not mine. I try not to be upset. It’s not like we’re a thing or anything. Hell, I don’t even like the man. Yes, he’s gorgeous, and I dream of him every night, but that’s because he’s an asshole whose demands have triggered some fantasy about being dominated. He can go around screwing whomever he wants.
I snatch my phone off my desk and see texts from my friends that I’d forgotten to respond to this morning. I’m totally in. See you tomorrow.
Chapter Seven
Lincoln
The second she left to get my coffee, I ran to her desk and logged into her phone. She didn’t realize I had the passcode, but then again, I’m not sure she’s aware of the cameras in the lobby. No one knows of them, although they all signed an employee contract about being filmed on the building premises except in private areas. I checked her messages, and her friends want her to go out to a bar tomorrow night. Fucking hell.
I take a deep breath, fighting a tension headache. There’s no way I can let her get away from me, and land in the arms of another man. It’s getting to the point that I can’t think around this woman, and my words always come out like a grunt because my blood leaves my brain and goes straight to my dick.
I’d just slid Lacey’s phone back onto her desk when Ms. Hooker showed up.
“Mr. Hardwick, what would she think if she knew you were spying on her?” She leaned in closer, pressing her hands on the desk, jutting her chest close to me, so I moved back to get out of the way, but I was tangled around something under Lacey’s desk. Fuck.
“I’m not. Her phone went off, and I silenced it. Now, what are you doing here daring to question me? Where’s your boss?”
“I thought we could talk about me assisting you in any way you’d like,” she purrs, adding a bit of pouting to her look which pisses me off instantly. When have I ever given that impression that I allowed my staff to flirt with me?
Before I can dig under the desk and free my foot, my obsession arrives with violence on her sexy face. Her tits, which I’d love to see, bounce with every angry step. The pointed words from her lips send my dick throbbing. Is she jealous? She’s got nothing to be worried about. I’m all hers. Every hard-on, including the one she just induced, belong to just Lacey. For the past two weeks, I’ve been beating the hell out of my cock to visions of her in many unique positions.
“Here’s your coffee,” she hisses. I want to pull onto my lap, but instead, I stand because I have a meeting and her eyes catch my obvious reaction to her. Shit. I snatch the file from her desk and rush to my office. It’s not until I’m in there that it hits me that she could be under the impression that I was hard up for Hooker.
Could that have gone any worse? Immediately I contacted HR and demanded that Ms. Hooker be written up for her behavior. If she hadn’t caught me by surprise while I was spying through Lacey’s things, I wouldn’t have had her sitting on the desk with her tits practically in my face.
Hooker’s actions were enough to give Lacey the wrong impression about me, but she will learn the truth tomorrow, so fuck all the pretense. I’ve waited two weeks to have her, and that’s all I can take. Every day is a fucking nightmare without her in my arms and in my bed. She wants me and that’s all I need to know. We can work everything else out.