“Oh.”She waves a hand in front of her, and I glance back at Amanda again in question.
“You didn’t tell him?”
For the love of God, what is going on?
“Tell me now for fuck's sake,” I demand.
“We’re raising money for the Manhattan Green Futures Fund on Wednesday.They’re a non-profit dedicated to preserving and creating green spaces in the city, making sure parks are accessible for children and families.”
“They’re amazing,” Emily pipes up.“They run community programs and teach urban gardening workshops.I might do one.”
What the fuck!
“Are you kidding me?The development is taking away space.Surely it’s going to look like a publicity stunt.”
Amanda rests her hip against the table.“Initially, I thought that too, but I spoke to their CEO and he has a nearby project that needs a cash injection.”
“It’s a bit of a walk, but at least we are seen to be trying to help these families.”Emily nods.
Christ.
“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m talking about.”Emily shoots me an apologetic glance, and I realize I’m glaring at her.
“It could backfire, I agree with Sebastian,” Brandon says.“But I’m impressed with your idea, Emily.”
She smiles, and it’s cute as hell.
I hate that I made her feel bad, but it’s not the first time she’s crossed the lines of her role.Emily has no business experience, and I need her to do as I ask.
“Everyone out.I need a few minutes with my fiancée.”
Victor snorts.
“I mean my personal assistant,” I correct, giving them all a smile, but the truth is, that was afaux pas.
Amanda gives Emily a sympathetic smile as she packs up her papers, as if she’s been sold in the sex trade, then they all file out.
When the door clicks, I slide my hands into my pockets and stare at the beautiful redhead before me.
What am I going to do with her?
“Sorry, Sebastian...Mr.Remington.”
“I think that ship has sailed, Emily.”I stalk like a predator toward her, then tug her hips hard against my stiffening cock.
“Oh,” she gasps.“Jesus.Are you going to fuck me on your desk?”
What?
“No.Fucking hell, Emily.The door is unlocked.”But god, I’ve been fantasizing about it for days.Has she?My eyes narrow.“Do you want me to?”
My cock turns granite as her teeth roll her lip between them.
“No.Maybe,” Emily says.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, has she touched herself thinking about it?Imagining her lying in her bed or sitting at her desk with those naughty thoughts running through her head has me sliding a hand up her thigh, tugging the fabric of her black dress out of the damn way.
“Bad girl.What a bad little PA you are.”
