“Invite them to the US.Ask for the opportunity to rectify the situation and introduce Khalid to your fiancée.He won’t decline.It will be considered rude.And I suspect he will be intrigued.”
As am I.
Who the fuck am I marrying?
Brandon crosses his arms.“Try it.Then we will find you a bride.”
I glance at Victor.
“Half a billion dollars,” he reminds me.
Shit.
What a fucking disaster.
When they leave, I’m almost certain I won’t buy into this insane plan.I start thinking about who else will fund the project.I’ll need to clear my calendar if I’m going to do that.
I head out to Emily’s desk.
She purposely doesn’t look at me, but I still notice the red skirt and the black blouse with puffy sleeves.It’s feminine and showcases her sexy curves.The same curves I’ve been trying for almost two days to ignore.
The semi I’m walking around with is proof of my failure.
I’ve been communicating via email with her, sending tasks that I don’t need to keep her busy and out of my office.Yet she strides in with her chin high, plonks things on my desk, and then spins on her heels and walks out.
I told her she can stay, but there’s no way I can spend every working day with an erection.Someone is bound to notice it.
“Get Khalid Al-Mansour on the phone for me within the hour.”I tell her, then glance down at the pain meds on her desk and frown.“Are you sick?”
“What?”Her eyes snap to me, then down at the drugs.“Oh.No, sir.”
She’s lying.
I don’t like the idea that she’s unwell or in pain.But I do like the sound of her calling me sir.
“Do you need to go home?”
“No, Mr.Remington.”
Jesus.
My cock thickens, pressing against my briefs.
This is exactly the reason why Emily can’t work here.My mind immediately has her under my desk, sucking my thick shaft, calling me sir as my come drips down over her silky blouse.
It wouldn’t end there.
I’d want her up on my desk, legs spread so I could lick her pink pussy until she’s gasping for air.
God, imagine working a vibrator inside her while I send emails.
Fuck me.
I spin and walk back into my office.“Fine.”
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Emily leans into my office.
“Sheikh Al-Mansour is on the line for you.Sir.”
