Page 73 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
After putting my purse down, I offered Langston a drink. He accepted and I managed to scrounge up a bottle of scotch that I’d hidden in the top cabinet. I used to have friends who would raid my liquor cabinet on the rare occasions they came over, and I had learned early on only to keep the cheap stuff within their grasp and it was something I’d never changed. I didn’t drink it, but I tried to keep a few varieties on hand.
I poured his drink, grabbed a bottle of water for myself, then joined him in the living room.
Before I sat down, Langston grabbed my hand, then tugged me closer. I stopped directly in front of him. His free hand slid over my ass, then the back of my thigh. His hazel eyes remained on my face while his hand squeezed and teased me through my yoga pants. I could tell he was battling something in his head, so I didn’t move.
“Remove your clothes, Luci.”
I swallowed hard, my body already trembling with the tremendous need to please him. When I started to move, he tugged on my wrist.
“Right here. So I can watch.”
The rich, deep baritone of his voice was so sexy it made my insides quiver. And the way he watched me—as though he liked what he saw—gave me the courage to continue.
Once I was naked, he patted the spot beside him.
“You’re stunning no matter how you look at it, but I prefer you naked,” he informed me, his finger trailing over the top of my thigh.
Again, his words warmed me.
I still had no clue why he was there. Well, unless it was for sex. That seemed like a logical conclusion, but it proved to be incorrect when he said, “What do you normally do on a Sunday afternoon?”
I shrugged. “Most of the time I go to a yoga class, then grab an early dinner. That or I veg on the couch and watch movies.”
“And your plans for this evening?”
“Movies,” I said with a grin.
“Sounds like a great time to me.”
Langston settled back into the couch while I got up and found the remote. I could feel his eyes on me as I moved around the room.
I clicked on the TV and returned to the couch.
Langston pulled me against him as I flipped through the channels. We ended up watching The Transporter followed by The Fast and the Furious. My guest didn’t say anything throughout either movie, just remained on the couch with me curled up against him. He seemed quite content just to sit there, his arm around me, my hand resting on his chiseled chest.
It was quite possibly the best Sunday I’d had in a long time.
Unfortunately, day turned to night and I was greatly disappointed when Langston got up to go. I thought for sure he would want sex, but again, I was foolish in my thinking. He kissed me—a long, deep kiss that made my body buzz with arousal—then told me he looked forward to seeing me in the morning before he slipped out of my apartment.
The whole interaction left me reeling. He’d insisted that I was naked, but not once had he touched me sexually. His actions made my head spin as I tried to rationalize why he wouldn’t want me after all that.
Needless to say, I was in desperate need of my vibrator.
I went right to my bedroom and yanked open the nightstand drawer only to find it empty. I remembered then that Langston had stolen my vibrator that first night he and Landon had come over. He’d said I wasn’t allowed to masturbate.
“Shit.”
I was in the process of considering taking a bath and taking advantage of the water sprayer when my phone buzzed. It was a text message.
Langston: If you even think about masturbating, I will put you over my knee in front of the entire office.
Damn it.
This so wasn’t fair.
Twenty-Nine
ON MONDAY MORNING, I ARRIVED at the office at seven thirty-five. Jordan was already there, which didn’t surprise me. I was running a few minutes late. The smile he greeted me with was nice, so I assumed he didn’t hold it against me. Usually I was the first person there these days and walking in was fairly lonely.
“Good morning, gorgeous!” he said cheerfully.
“Hi.”
“You look…stressed,” he noted with a frown.
I was stressed. Well, more like sexually frustrated, but whatever. It was weird to think that Langston’s visit could’ve worked me up that much considering he hadn’t really touched me, but still. That was where my head was.
“You wanna grab lunch today? My treat.”
I instantly shook my head. “Probably not. I’ve got so much to do. But tomorrow? My treat.”
“You’re on, sista.”
Feeling slightly better, I headed for my desk. I didn’t like having to turn Jordan down, but since I had no idea how the Monday meeting would go, it wasn’t like I could really make plans. I mean, if any or all of my bosses had their wicked way with me, I wouldn’t be in any shape to sit down for lunch.
