I push open the windows even wider to allow proper circulation and brighter light.
Once the papers are secure, I get to work on sweeping and dusting. There isn't a lot of dust in the work area, on account of how often Grant is in there, so most of my work revolves around organizing stuff.
After a couple of hours, I have the office looking spotless. “At this rate, I’ll need to do extra in his room because this place looks amazing.”
The door opens and Grant steps in. I don't know what surprises him the most, the fact that I'm standing in the middle of his office or the fact that it's completely spotless.
“What is all this?” he asks in a tired voice.
“It's your office. I took the time to organize all the files you had properly.”
“There are a lot of them,” he states. “Are you sure you were able to sort them?”
“Of course,” I answer, unable to keep the hurt from my voice. I walk over to the small piles I have on the desk and tap on them one by one. “Bateman Industries, the Henderson accounts, and the yearly financial records.”
He gives me an impressed look. “Whatabout—”
“Everything you did last night is arranged on that shelf there.” I point him in the direction. “Speaking of, we really need to digitize a lot of stuff here. Is it possible for me to get a laptop? I think we'd be able to work faster if I could help you log most of these things.”
Grant just stands there with a stunned look. “I'll make arrangements. Thank you, Leena. You've done really well.”
“Of course. I know I can't convince you not to work this afternoon, but you have to promise that you'll eat first.”
“Hmm,” Grant says, about to protest.
“I'll bring the food up for you, something that won't be messy.”
“Okay,” he says, resigned to the fact.
I smile at him, happily going downstairs to fetch him a small meal he can use to start the day.
When I return, Grant is already hard at work, so I just drop the food off and leave him to it. I spend the next hour cleaning Grant's room.
Once I'm done there, I hop in my shower, cleaning up before going to check on Grant again. He's right where I left him, reading through document after document. He'd probably be less busy if he weren't so meticulous.
There's something about how he looks now that pulls my guard down. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing very muscular forearms. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, fully inviting me to view his chest.
My body begins to call out to him. I'd managed to keep things professional all day, and all of a sudden, it's like I want to pounce on him and tear him out of his clothes.
As I stand silently near the door, Grant's eyes turn to me, which seals my fate. My knees grow weak, unable to support my weight for very long.
He smiles at me, totally ending every bit of self-control I have. Whatever I'm feeling, I sense that he feels it too.
“I—I wanted to know if you were hungry.”
Grant pushes a button on his computer before getting up from the chair and walking toward me. The man uses his height well, towering above me when he's close.
“I am,” Grant confesses, “just not for food.” He closes the door behind us, presses me back against it, and kisses me in the same move. I fall into him immediately, succumbing to the taste of his lips.
Grant picks me up before I can even wrap my mind around what's happening, and places me on the desk.
He kisses me hungrily, undoing the buttons on my shirt. His hands move to my chest, squeezing my breasts before he puts his lips on them and sucks hard.
I throw my head back with a moan as the man desperately devours my nipples. Pleasure shoots through my body, starting in my chest and flying to the back of my head. I've never been this wet before.
Grant crouches down, pushing up my skirt. I adjust my hips, allowing the fabric to ride up my waist to reveal my underwear. He grabs this and tears it, too impatient to help me take it off.
I put both hands on Grant's head as he sticks his tongue inside me, moving as deep as he can go.
