my lips. His eyes trace them as if claiming them for his own.
Oh. My.
"I’ll have you all to myself,” he says softly. "You better believe I'm going to make you pay for making me miss my trip."
Somehow his words sound more like a promise than a threat. A strange static charge dissipates between us as he releases me. His gaze is wild, but his outward appearance is restrained and calm. He adjusts his tie, and right before he turns to leave, he smiles. And it’s one of those oh-my-God-I-just-came-in-my-panties kinds of smiles. Why does it always have to be the gorgeous ones?
A moment ago I couldn’t wait until he left, and now, well now I just feel like putty in his hands. You have to focus, Rebecca. Remember, he’s your annoying, over the top, I-just-want-to-murder-him-slowly boss who said you meant nothing. Repeat after me, you will NOT sexually fantasize about him doing you in the elevator. Ever. Not even just a little bit. Okay, maybe just a little bit.
"What an ass," I mutter as I grab my pile of manuscripts.
Ken walks over, grinning. “Man, Rebecca. You really get under his skin. What did you do?”
"I messed up his plans for sunbathing on the French Riviera."
"Oh. He’s been talking about that vacation for months," Ken says.
"I guess he’ll have to get over it,” I say, trying not to sound too crabby. "God, why are New York men so annoying?”
"Not all of us are like Nicholas." Ken grins. “I hope you’re still up for that date on tonight?”
“Yes, definitely,” I smile.
Fuck Nicholas. I need to forget him. I need to remember why I wrote my Run-Like-Hell List. The really frustrating part is things never seem to work out the way I plan.
She’s getting under my skin. That crazy redhead is going to drive me insane. Today’s fiasco was yet another reason why my father hiring her is a mistake. She has some nerve. I’ve been planning this trip for months. After seeing her smug little smile, I had to restrain myself. I just wanted to bend her over her desk and fuck her right there. I don’t care if the whole office watched. I can’t help it; the more she fights me, the more… God, I’m going to burn in hell. I need to stop fantasizing about her. I thought finally having a taste of her would fulfill my craving, but it didn’t; I just want her more. She’s my employee –and at the moment the thorn in my side.
Thanks to her, the trip I have planned with Emily will need to be postponed. For the past five years, my sister and I have taken the same week off from school and work to travel. Each year it’s someplace new. It might sound sort of odd, but our brother used to have a list of places he wanted to visit before he died and he never got to finish the list. Emily and I decided as homage to his memory, we would finish it. It’s easier to deal with the idea of him being gone when we have other things to focus on, but now it’s ruined.
Here I am again. For some reason, I wanted to go to Riptide. I think it’s partly because this was the beginning and end of any real relationship I could’ve had with Nicholas. This is where I found out he had a fiancée. The club is bustling with New Yorkers as Ken guides me to a booth far enough from the dance floor. The closed off corner lends itself to a very intimate setting. We slide in the booth and I order a Midori Sour, my favorite.
“Thank you for inviting me out,” I say as our waitress leaves.
“You’re welcome.” Ken smiles and rests his arm at the top of the booth. “I’m glad you accepted.”
“I needed a night out.”
“Good, I was afraid Nicholas was going to fire you.”
I want to tell Ken everything, but there’s no easy way of explaining it – if there’s even an explanation. “Ken, there’s something I need you to know."
“Oh no, he didn’t fire you, did he?”
“No…” My heart squeezes at the memory of Nicholas’s hands on me.
Our waitress returns with our drinks and I order another. I’m going to need a
Oh. My.
"I’ll have you all to myself,” he says softly. "You better believe I'm going to make you pay for making me miss my trip."
Somehow his words sound more like a promise than a threat. A strange static charge dissipates between us as he releases me. His gaze is wild, but his outward appearance is restrained and calm. He adjusts his tie, and right before he turns to leave, he smiles. And it’s one of those oh-my-God-I-just-came-in-my-panties kinds of smiles. Why does it always have to be the gorgeous ones?
A moment ago I couldn’t wait until he left, and now, well now I just feel like putty in his hands. You have to focus, Rebecca. Remember, he’s your annoying, over the top, I-just-want-to-murder-him-slowly boss who said you meant nothing. Repeat after me, you will NOT sexually fantasize about him doing you in the elevator. Ever. Not even just a little bit. Okay, maybe just a little bit.
"What an ass," I mutter as I grab my pile of manuscripts.
Ken walks over, grinning. “Man, Rebecca. You really get under his skin. What did you do?”
"I messed up his plans for sunbathing on the French Riviera."
"Oh. He’s been talking about that vacation for months," Ken says.
"I guess he’ll have to get over it,” I say, trying not to sound too crabby. "God, why are New York men so annoying?”
"Not all of us are like Nicholas." Ken grins. “I hope you’re still up for that date on tonight?”
“Yes, definitely,” I smile.
Fuck Nicholas. I need to forget him. I need to remember why I wrote my Run-Like-Hell List. The really frustrating part is things never seem to work out the way I plan.
She’s getting under my skin. That crazy redhead is going to drive me insane. Today’s fiasco was yet another reason why my father hiring her is a mistake. She has some nerve. I’ve been planning this trip for months. After seeing her smug little smile, I had to restrain myself. I just wanted to bend her over her desk and fuck her right there. I don’t care if the whole office watched. I can’t help it; the more she fights me, the more… God, I’m going to burn in hell. I need to stop fantasizing about her. I thought finally having a taste of her would fulfill my craving, but it didn’t; I just want her more. She’s my employee –and at the moment the thorn in my side.
Thanks to her, the trip I have planned with Emily will need to be postponed. For the past five years, my sister and I have taken the same week off from school and work to travel. Each year it’s someplace new. It might sound sort of odd, but our brother used to have a list of places he wanted to visit before he died and he never got to finish the list. Emily and I decided as homage to his memory, we would finish it. It’s easier to deal with the idea of him being gone when we have other things to focus on, but now it’s ruined.
Here I am again. For some reason, I wanted to go to Riptide. I think it’s partly because this was the beginning and end of any real relationship I could’ve had with Nicholas. This is where I found out he had a fiancée. The club is bustling with New Yorkers as Ken guides me to a booth far enough from the dance floor. The closed off corner lends itself to a very intimate setting. We slide in the booth and I order a Midori Sour, my favorite.
“Thank you for inviting me out,” I say as our waitress leaves.
“You’re welcome.” Ken smiles and rests his arm at the top of the booth. “I’m glad you accepted.”
“I needed a night out.”
“Good, I was afraid Nicholas was going to fire you.”
I want to tell Ken everything, but there’s no easy way of explaining it – if there’s even an explanation. “Ken, there’s something I need you to know."
“Oh no, he didn’t fire you, did he?”
“No…” My heart squeezes at the memory of Nicholas’s hands on me.
Our waitress returns with our drinks and I order another. I’m going to need a
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