Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I take great satisfaction when Declan physically jolts from my words. It’s the first time we have brought the intimacy of what we do together into his office.
He stares blankly. I start to feel he might chastise me when his lips curl up, and I get a fat Cheshire grin from him. He leans forward across his desk, murmuring, “I knew you would love it. Anytime you want that, I’m happy to oblige you.”
“Anytime?” I ask, a coquettish quirk to my lips.
He makes a low humming sound in his throat, eyes glittering. “It’s a shame I have a meeting in about five minutes. I think you’d look fabulous bent over my desk with your skirt hiked up around your hips.”
I go still. It’s the first time the mere mention has been made about being intimate outside the club. We’d gone from teasing to a very sobering proposition that we didn’t really need to limit ourselves if we wanted to slake our lust with each other. Suddenly, all sorts of impure thoughts come to mind.
Not only me bent over his desk, but me flat on my back on his desk with my legs over his shoulders while he ate me out. God, Declan is a master with his mouth. Or me kneeling between his legs while he conducts business, and I suck his dick.
“But I do have a meeting to prepare for,” Declan reminds me, and I have to shake my head to free the rampant thoughts rushing through.
“Also, I have to attend the quarterly board meeting for the Blackwood corporation next week,” he says, settling back into his chair. I poise my pen, ready to take notes on what he might need from me to prepare. “I would like you to come if you can leave your mom for a few days.”
I blink in confusion. “You want me to come with you?”
“Yes, to Chicago. It’s where the Blackwood headquarters are located. I’ve always brought my assistant. All the board members do. You’ll take notes for me, of course, the same as the others. Be available to run any errands as I might need, manage appointments, etcetera. We’ll be gone for two nights.”
I consider before asking, “Have you ever asked any of your other assistants if they had personal matters that would keep them from attending the meeting with you?”
Declan frowns. “I’m not following.”
“You said if my mom was well enough for me to attend, but you also said your assistants always attend with you, which makes it sound like a mandatory part of the job.”
“Okay,” he drawls, frown deepening.
“I guess I’m confused,” I say with a slight lift of my chin. “If you need your assistant there, then I will be there. There shouldn’t be any special consideration for how well my mom is doing.”
Declan cocks an eyebrow. “You’re upset because I extended consideration toward your circumstances?”
“Not upset,” I hasten to assure. “I wanted to clarify that attending these meetings is a requirement of my job—if so, then you can count on me to be there.”
“Yes, it’s a requirement,” he replies stiffly. “Again, I was just saying if your mom is bad, I’m sure I could handle it without you.”
“But as my employer, that’s not your concern,” I insist.
Declan growls, slaps his palms on his desk, and leans forward with an irritated expression. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Bailey. You’re creating an argument where one isn’t needed. I have a meeting you need to attend with me. If your mom’s health prevents it, I’ll make alternate arrangements. End of story. Now, can you attend?”
No mistake about it… I’ve managed to piss my boss off, which wasn’t my intention. It’s just… now that we’ve brought sexual banter into the office, I’m questioning if he’s granting me special favors because we’re intimate. He won’t give me a direct answer, though.
So I clear my throat, giving a confident nod. “Yes, Mr. Blackwood, I’ll be able to accompany you to the board meeting.”
I stop short of mentioning my mother. She’s doing well, but if she wasn’t… I would insist my dad step up to the plate. In my mind, there is a clear difference. My job and its requirements must be met. Unless my mom is more than just feeling unwell, my father will have to watch over her. But if it’s a choice between an evening at The Wicked Horse with Declan and watching over my mom, I’ll always choose my mom.
Some would say I should make my dad step up in those instances, too, but I love my mother and honestly don’t mind.
“Very good,” he replies with a curt nod.
“Um… do I need to make any arrangements?” I ask.
“No. We’ll take my private jet, and stay at the Blackwood in Chicago. There’s a family suite there for my use.”
“Family suite?” I ask, my throat going dry at the prospect of us sharing lodgings.