Page 13 of Broken Vows
“Any progress on the Burnham account?”
I falter, covering it up with a confident smile. “We’re still investigating. I should have answers soon.”
“Soon,” he echoes, eyes cold and unblinking. It feels like ice chips are sliding down my spine, freezing any kind of arousal in its tracks. “Well, that’s something, hm?”
His tone is bland, but I don’t let my smile slip. “I’ll get on top of this. You don’t need to worry about it.”
His eyes narrow, just slightly, and then he shakes his head and strides away, leaving me feeling like I’m standing on the bow of a ship in rough seas. I straighten my already straight tie and head for my office, telling myself that I’m not running.
Gail’s already at her desk as I sail past. “Give me ten minutes,” I say as I head through my office door. “And then come give me the schedule for the day.”
Before she can answer, I shut the door and pull out my phone, fingers trembling as I pull up the contact I need. She answers after one ring, her voice husky and sinful.
“Rita,” I say roughly. “Lunch date. Today.”
She laughs, low and seductive, and my dick recovers from the run-in with Reynolds, hardening like light fingers have just wrapped around it andstroked. “What if I’m busy?” she taunts.
“You’re not,” I say, confidence firmly back in place. “Usual place, yeah?”
“Alright, baby,” she purrs. “I’ll be there, and I’ll be dressed to impress.”
“That better mean you won’t be dressed at all,” I growl playfully before cutting the call, the sound of her laughter ringing in my ears.
I shake out my shoulders and head for my desk, feeling the tension slowly dissipate. Reynolds might be on my case, but this date with Rita is exactly what I need to clear my head, leaving me free to figure out who the hell is fucking with me and my career.
Nothing like busting a nut to clean out the cobwebs.
I sit down just as Gail knocks, entering with her notebook and pen in hand. She’s in her usual professional getup—a modest dress and graying hair pinned back in a bun, glasses firmly perched on her nose.
“Cancel any lunch meetings I have scheduled for today,” I say as she stands in front of my desk. I think for a moment, mind full of brown, supple skin and wide hips. “Actually, cancel the ones on either side of lunch as well.”
Something flashes through Gail’s eyes, but she ducks her head, writing on her notepad. “Personal lunch?”
She’s not usually one to ask, and I blink. “Yes.”
“With Lynley?” There’s nothing wrong with her expression, or even the question, but that unease from earlier slithers back in, wriggling around in my brain.
“No,” I tell her slowly. “Not with Lynley. An old friend is in town.”
“How lovely,” she murmurs. “I’ll rearrange your meetings.” She gives me the lowdown on the rest of my day, finishing with, “You have the second conference room booked in thirty minutes for a meeting with the finance team. Would you like me to get you a coffee?”
“Yes, thank you, Gail.” I smile winningly. “I appreciate all your efforts.”
“Of course,” she returns, then spins on her heel and strides out, closing the door behind her quietly.
I shake off the weirdness pushing at me, distracted, when my phone chimes on my desk with a new message, an image attached. I open it and immediately drop my hand to my dick, grinding my palm against it.
The photo is cropped at Rita’s neck, hiding her face. There’s a silky robe draped over her shoulders, parted to reveal the dark skin of her torso, her pert tits front and center. Her nipples are a shade darker than everywhere else, and they’re already erect, like she was touching herself for the photo. My mouth waters, even as the front of my briefs get damp, pre-cum slicking up the head of my cock.
Rita
Hard for me yet, stud? Looking forward to lunch.
Chapter 6
Lynley
Ididn’t waste time finding a lawyer to take my case. I used my last name to secure someone discreet—a man willing to work on the promise that his fees would be paid once the divorce was finalized.
