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“You make that look good,” I said in a low voice.
She looked up at me, a little bit of frosting on her lip.
“Oh, I’m very proud of how good I am with my tongue,” she teased with a smirk, before licking the frosting from her lip.
My phone trilled loudly, breaking our eye contact and growing sexual tension. It rang once more before going to voicemail.
“I should probably get back to work,” she said suddenly, beginning to clean up.
Nodding, I left her in my office and strode for the bathroom, trying to hide my erection from the rest of the office. I slipped inside the nearby restroom and clutched the counter tightly. I stared at myself in the mirror, putting the blame of this situation all on me, then splashed some water on my face, trying to cool off.
This girl was going to be trouble, and I was going to love every minute of it.
Chapter 15
Juliet
I finished packing up our lunch remnants into the brown paper bag, wondering how I could have said that comment about my tongue to Chester just now. Judging by how he had left in such a hurry, I had probably taken it too far. Crossed a line. It was my second day at his company, and I had said something highly unprofessional and suggestive. But he had started it, hadn’t he?
I couldn’t help myself with him. I didn’t know what it was, but I had never been this way with anyone. All my life, I had been this buttoned-up, conservative girl. Always scared to push the boundaries. Finding excuses to not go for what I wanted. Never being brazen or bold. Now I was having sexually suggestive word vomit.
I had only ever had two boyfriends in my life, both long-term. One I had met in high school, and everyone thought we would get married and have kids. I fell into everyone else’s dreams of what they wanted for us. High school sweethearts. The idea of it sounded so wholesome. So safe. That was probably why I stayed with him as long as I had because it was safe. It was also boring. He never pushed me to be anything more than who I was in high school.
Funny, because when I tried my best to stay the same sixteen-year-old girl he met, he found someone else who was “less vanilla” as he told me. I should have been sadder than I was. Everyone else seemed to be more torn up than either of us. My parents. His parents. Our friends. That had to say something.
When I moved to New York, I met someone else. I was new to the city, and fell into it with the first person who made me feel at home. We had nothing in common, and as much as we tried to ignore it, it eventually pulled us apart. He couldn’t understand why I liked being at home, curled up with a good book or a new album. I couldn’t understand why he needed to be out with his friends every night, leaving me waiting for him to call on more occasions than I would like to admit.
Since then, I’d stayed away from relationships. I focused on work and on my friendships, going on dates here and there, but no one really made mefeelanything. I didn’t think anyone ever had. At least, not like the way Chester did. With him, I felt free. My inhibitions gone. Having courage to cross lines.
I had never kissed someone I had just met, let alone gone home with them at my suggestion. He was my first ever one-nightstand. It had been the best sex of my life. Even though I hadn’t had more than two partners, I had a feeling he would be the best sex I would ever have in my lifetime. He expertly knew how to explore my body, as if he had done it hundreds of times. I could still feel his palms against my thighs. His tongue curling into me. His length pressing into the very depths of me.
And now he had hired me as his personal assistant, meaning we would be in a shared proximity for the unforeseeable future. Leaving his place this morning, I didn’t know when I would see him again. I knew it would be eventually. He would have to leave the top floor and mingle with the peasants at some point, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. I also didn’t expect him to transfer me to a whole new job.
I wondered why he was doing this, but I couldn’t say I was unhappy with his decision. Not only did I get my very own office with a major pay raise, but the best part was I got to see him all day. My thoughts had already been in a tizzy all morning, just feeling his presence across the hall. It had been so overwhelming that I decided to move around my office furniture, hoping it would burn off the dangerous, burning thoughts in my head.
Did he have to lookthatgood? It was highly distracting, and unfair to any other man in this city. Hell, this world. And the way I caught his brown eyes looking at me, darkening slightly, it was completely disorienting. And now he was flirting with me. Did he want to see me unravel before him?
Whatever game he was playing, I was ready to play it right back. It was dangerous. Hell, we were working together. I knew that this was insubordination, but if he was the head of the company,was it really? I knew that human resources wouldn’t see it that way, though. The rest of the office either. And if something like this got out, it could ruin his reputation, which was everything when you were someone like Chester. It could ruin mine too, though I had already been doing a hell of a job of that myself since yesterday’s livestream.
Still, I couldn’t help but think if I had never accidentally gone online while shaving in the shower, maybe this whole thing with Chester wouldn’t have started. He had sought me out because of that video, and for some reason, through the mortification of that, I had also felt a quiet satisfaction that he had enjoyed it. There was a power in that. I got off on the fact that this powerful man was on his knees for me last night.
And now I was learning little things about him, slowly but surely. We were doing everything backward, exploring bodies before minds. He was different than I imagined. It sounded like he was a normal guy, at least before all this. It had been fun imagining him working at the yogurt shop and at the pub. It made all of this that much more impressive, because he had built it himself. I found myself wanting to know more. About his life before all of this. His mom. His dad. If he had siblings.
There was so much more to uncover, and I found myself wanting to. It made me feel stupid for even entertaining the idea that whatever this was between us was anything more than sexual. I pushed the thought out of my head, and reminded myself it was just a fun fling. Something I had to get out of my system.
The rest of the afternoon, Chester was hardly in his office, taking meetings in the conference room or offsite. I thought as hispersonal assistant, I would come along for meetings. I wondered if he was avoiding me, my stomach sinking at the thought. Had we taken it too far over a stupid tiramisu cupcake? Maybe he realized this was too risky.
At six o clock, Chester returned to his office, just as I was packing up for the day. Everyone else had already gone home, leaving me to wait and see if I was needed. I wasn’t quite sure of my duties, and if they involved staying past five. He glanced at me through the open door, his hair slightly out of place as if he had run his hand through it. Maybe it had been a tiring afternoon. As head of a company and a new merger, I couldn’t imagine how itwasn’ttiring.
“Heading out for the night?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Yes, unless there is something you need me to do,” I said, without any sort of innuendo to my voice. I was going to keep it professional, until I knew what this thing was.
“Hmmm,” he said, walking toward the door and leaning against the doorframe casually. He looked around the office, whose desks were empty and computers turned off.
Something blossomed inside me at the thought he might have a task for me that was not anywhere near professional. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for whatever he had to say.
I need more staples.
