“It’s pretty clear I need to find a new job and fast.Can you imagine what my dad would say if he knew about this?”
Lexi chuckles.“Sorry, but the thought of him finding out that you sucked a guy off in first class who ends up being your boss is a little bit funny.”
Horrified, I’d gasped, but we both ended up cackling like idiots.
We have unfinished business.
Sebastian’s words come back to me now and I wonder why he would have said them, knowing he had a woman waiting for him at home.Why marry her if he wasn’t fulfilled?
The million-dollar question victims of infidelity have asked forever, I guess.
The worst part is, I’m still stupidly attracted to Sebastian.Clearly he’s the most horrible person on the planet, but when he strides past pulling on his expensive jacket, my eyes snap to his tight ass.And it’s impossible to ignore the way his perfectly pressed shirts hug his thick biceps and stretch across his broad chest.
More than once, I’ve wondered what he looks like naked and then shoved chocolate in my mouth to distract my obsession with his body.
Only his body.
Clearly not his personality or morals.
“Emily!”Sebastian calls out from his office, snapping me back to reality.
I stand up, brush my hands down my skirt and walk the dozen or so steps to his doorway.
Without urgency.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, barely glancing his way.It’s a waste of effort because he’s not even looking at me.
“I don’t have the report from finance.It’s already eleven o’clock.”
I frown.“I sent it.”
I meticulously do these each day and know that I put in Victor Sanderson’s information.Organization is my strength, and I have a high attention to detail.
“There was only one page today.Perhaps you skimmed past it.”
Sebastian finally looks my way, and his eyes run down my body.I fight the shiver and hope like hell that my nipples, which are now hard, don’t show through the dress I’m wearing.
I purchased it on Wednesday night because it has a round neckline which covers my entire cleavage and meets the so-called new dress code.
It’s a boring black—not sexy—standard corporate shift dress.
It even finishes just on my knees.
When Sebastian finishes his assessment of my outfit, there’s fire in his eyes which has me gripping the doorjamb.He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and pushes his chair back.
What is happening?
“Close the door,” he demands, standing and walking around the desk.
I turn, pulling the door behind me and racing to my desk.
A second later, it’s ripped open.
“Emily!I meant with you inside it,” he yells, standing there like an action hero ready to kill someone.
Probably me.
Oh.Shit.
