No quick retort to that comment.
Good.
I'm hoping she's visualizing the scene I just set for her. Me laying my head right at the juncture where the inside of her thigh and hip meet. My mouth salivating at what's awaiting me there.
When it's soft and beautiful, and I already know that Sabrina's is, there's nothing more satisfying then eating a woman to climax. I have to stroke myself a couple times just imagining it. I find myself doing that a lot lately since I've hired Sabrina.
"You're exhausting," was her only comeback.
I grin to myself.
I'm making progress.
She's definitely warming up to me.
Chapter Twelve
SABRINA
Afew changes have occurred in the office over the last few days. One of them being that without my input or consent, my cubicle was moved to a space closer to Jason and Samuel's offices. My guess is that Peter did it in an effort to give us more of a team feel since the three of us are essentially the new sports division of Carson Financial.
But I don't like it.
First of all, to the naked eye it looks like Jason and Samuel run the new sports division, and I'm just their executive assistant. That's because they are in two cushy offices, and I'm still sitting at a cubicle. To be fair they were already in those offices, but if we're a sports division team, with clients split evenly, shouldn't I have my own office too?
Secondly, the corner cubicle they've placed me in is by the far window of our floor. A very sunny window which causes an enormous amount of glare on my computer screen and makes my neck hot. The women who have small tropical plants on their desks like it over here, but not me.
Thirdly, I don't really need to have Jason a stone's throw away from my desk. He can see and hear damn near everything without any sort of fair warning. Like my embarrassing phone conversations with my mother. Seeing what I eat for lunch everyday. Or how about the moments when I simply need to adjust the panties out of the crack of my butt without an audience (which happens far more than you would think). I've got a wide ass.
Finally, I can't keep an eye on my nemesis a.k.a. Abby this far away from where she sits, and that's someone who needs to be watched at all times. If I'm not careful she'll sink her hooks into Spin, and I'll be stuck forever with an arrogant albeit wildly handsome football player. Speaking of the devil, I've got about twenty minutes to haul myself across town and meet his hotness at the car dealership.
* * *
Saint gives me a complete once over, and then checks his Apple watch as I arrive to the dealership on foot and out of breath. I took the train over and then speed-walked here as fast as I could.
"Five more minutes and you would have been late, Miss White."
There's something about the way Saint looks at me. The way he says my name. The way he licks the corner of his mouth when he watches me walk towards him or away from him. The way he watches my lips move when I talk. Especially when he frustrates me. Almost as if he likes it.
Almost as if it's foreplay.
Good thing I don't carry around any nonsensical ideas of having his babies like most of the groupies I've ever met do. I'm sure sports groupies are just like every other groupie I've ever met. Their sole mission in life is to meet, have sex, and procreate with whatever celebrity idiot they can find. And they find plenty. It amazes me just how irresponsible a lot of these wealthy men are.
"If you're going to force me to call you Saint, then I think I can tolerate you calling me by my first name."
"Nah, I think I'm going to stick with Miss White. It fits you. Respectful, prim, proper, and it fulfills all of my naughty teacher fantasies."
"I'm not your teacher, psycho. We're the same age."
"Can't your uptight ass take a compliment?"
"Funny how that didn't even sound remotely like a compliment."
"Oh, but it certainly is, and I'm being completely professional like you requested."
"I guess in a way you are behaving. I'm sure you're used to saying whatever to your disrespectful, slutty, anything goes type of women."
"That's harsh of you to say, Miss White. I don't slut shame," he chuckles.
