Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I hope he doesn’t see my shaking hands as I insert the key and then push the door open. I walk in and hold the door for Jace to enter. He does and I close the door. We stare at each other. My chest rises up and down and I have no doubt that he can see it.
I don’t know who makes the first move but in the next second, we’re in each other’s arms. Jace’s cologne surrounds me, teasing me, intoxicating me. He stares deep into my eyes and then brings his lips to mine. An explosion goes off as our lips meet. My legs can barely hold me up.
Jace slips his tongue into my mouth and we taste each other. A gasp escapes my mouth as sensation builds up. He tastes of heat and sin. His hands move to cup my ass over my dress, pulling me to him. His erection pushes against me, reminding me that this is not a game.
Slight panic comes over me. What the fuck am I doing? Chris’ words pop into my mind. Sleeping with the boss might help you achieve your objectives faster.
I don’t want to be that person. My brain protests. I’m only doing this because I’m insanely attracted to Jace Anderson. Except, I’m in a jumble right now. I don’t know what’s what. I break the kiss and push him away.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I fold my arms across my chest and refuse to look at his face.
Chapter 6: Jace
I sit in my car, willing my breathing to return to normal. I can’t believe what just happened but the massive tent in front of my pants is evidence enough. Fuck. I cover my face with my hands. What is wrong with me? I practically jumped her as soon as we entered her apartment. I frightened her. A voice in my head reminds me that she wanted it too, at first. Maybe but that wasn’t consent to kiss her. I should have accepted the cup of coffee, admired her from afar, and then left. That was what sane, responsible people did.
I curse aloud as I drive off. I’m disgusted with myself. More so because I can’t stop thinking of Olivia’s taste and how her body molded into mine like it belonged there.
Shit.
It’s going to be a long night.
I get home and my dick is still as hard as a rock. I head straight to my bedroom and undress, tossing my clothes on a chair, and then walk to the bathroom with my dick leading the way. I enjoy a hot shower first but it does nothing so I press a knob and the water turns icy cold. I grit my teeth and endure the stinging cold water. That does the trick and I finally get out of the shower. I’m too wound up to sleep. Instead, I take my laptop with me to bed, intending to get some work done. It’s going to be awkward working with Olivia. I’d never done anything so stupid in my life. The next few months are going to be torture.
The image of me between her legs, tasting her sweet nectar pops into my mind without warning. I resolutely push it away but not before enjoying it for a few seconds more. I force my attention on my emails and start responding to them one by one.
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The following day, I go to the office earlier than usual, having been awakened by erotic scenes in my mind of Olivia. She’s not at her desk yet and for that, I’m relieved. I lock myself in my office, determined to keep up my normal productivity levels.
It works. Until I hear footsteps outside my office and I know that Olivia has arrived. On one hand, it’s a relief, because it means she’s not so upset as to resign. But there’s the problem of the awkwardness that will be between us… I’ll have to live with that.
At eight on the dot, she knocks on my door and enters bearing my cup of coffee. “Morning,” she says without making eye contact.
I keep my eyes averted as well. I don’t want any temptation. I’ve done enough damage. Fuck Dylan and his advice. “Good morning. Thank you for the coffee.”
“You’re welcome,” she says. “Do you want to go over your schedule now?” I hate that her voice is muted as if what happened yesterday has doused her enthusiasm.
“Yes. Please sit down.”
She’s wearing a skirt and I keep my eyes focused on a spot behind her. We go through my schedule and then she leaves as quickly as she can as if she can’t bear to be in my presence. I reach for the lukewarm coffee and take a huge gulp. I’m a fucking idiot.
We avoid each other most of the morning and I don’t invite her to come on my morning rounds with me. I skip breakfast as well and instead have another cup of coffee in my office. I’m glad that by eleven, I’m done with all of my morning appointments. I stay cooped up in my office until lunch time when I leave for a light meal. I’m relieved that neither of my brothers are in the cafeteria. I’m not in a mood to chat or explain my moodiness. I eat a salad, wash it down with a bottle of cold water, then head back to my office.