Page 59 of Yours, Finally

"You're going to pay—" he started, but I put my hand on the door handle.

"— I told Ryan about the next meeting for our project," I said as I opened the door, mirth and delight blooming in my chest. "He's going to schedule it like we agreed."

Jake shook his head and pushed himself forward until the desk hid all risky bits from view. Still, a rueful smile curved his mouth.

He squinted at me as he re-arranged his tie. "For sure, thanks for planning that. Text me, okay? There's more we need to discuss."

"Of course. See you later, Jake."

With a wink, I closed the door behind me and, with my head high and a pep in my step, I went to my own office to finally start my day.

It was the best Monday I had ever had to date.

Four stories below the conglomerate headquarters, the Sotomayor Group kept a few flex spaces for teams that may visit from international offices. They served as pop-up meeting spots, a quiet place for presentation prep, or admin spaces as needed. Technically, they were not designed for a sexy rendezvous, but I doubted I was the first person to book a meeting room so she could seduce the object of her affections.

Or at least that was the plan, when after a few texts back and forth, Jake and I settled on meeting at one of the offices at four in the afternoon.

I entered room 38-102, to find Jake sitting on the small meeting table. His presence surprised me; in the smaller office, his frame became imposing.

"Oh!" I closed the door and leaned on it. "I sometimes forget how big you are."

He'd been scrolling on his phone, but he put the device on the table next to him and stood in the same motion.

He looked me up and down, with a hint of defiance in the slant of his mouth, and on the arch of his brow. "How is that possible? Look."

With only a couple of steps, he encroached my space with an arm on the top door jamb— he wasthattall.

"I fill a door frame, easy." His voice dropped several octaves. "I can easily make you feel small."

He put his other hand next to my waist, and looked down on me with stormy eyes.

I put my hands behind my back for added support. It would not do if I slid down onto the floor due to a severe case of weakened knees.

My heart raced in my chest. "You know how rare that is? That day in the gym when you almost broke— that was special. I remember how it felt to have you invading my space like this."

"You do, huh?" He took a step closer. "You're tall. Do you like to feel petite?"

I dug my nails on the door. It didn't help. The only result was the sound of a scratch on textured wood.

I managed to shake my head. "No. I mean, that's only part of it. What I really like is… ahhh."

He lifted the hand by my waist, and ran gentle fingertips up my naked arms, and up my neck, until a shiver interrupted my train of thought.

"Open your eyes and finish the thought, Vi."

My eyes fluttered open— I didn't realize I had closed them. "I think I like it when you get like this."

"Then finish the thought. I want to know what you like about this."

"I like that I could push and it wouldn't move you an inch. Like you can takeme. That you could do as you wanted with me."

The ringing in my ears masked how breathless I sounded. He got close enough that his torso flattened against me, pinning me against the door.

He nuzzled my ear. "I could do whatever I wanted, but I don't think you know what exactly that would entail."

"You could tell me— you could show me."

His teeth closed on my earlobe and my legs almost failed me.