She leaned closer and moaned again. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I just wanna talk about it all the time. I just wanna tell you how amazing it was over and over again. It felt so good to have your hot mouth on mine, your hands on my body.”
Her tongue traced over her lips and it took an insane amount of restraint to not grab her and press his mouth against hers.Thoughts raced through his mind. Thoughts of flipping her onto her back on his table. Sliding his hips between her legs. Ravishing her until she was as messy as she was on Thursday night. Those thoughts were making his pants grow even tighter.
“I wanna shout it out to the whole world, tell everyone about what an amazing kisser Tyler Evans is.”
He didn’t like being toyed with and that’s exactly what she was doing. She was intentionally messing with his head.Great job, Jordan. It worked.“Get Margo in here,” he ordered.
The sexy vixen disappeared and was replaced by his accountant again. “I knew we’d reach an understanding,” she said with a smug smile. “She’s right outside. Let’s go.”
He couldn’t very well stand up now, not with his general pants area virtually bursting at the seams. “I’m busy. Just get her in here.”
Jordan left and returned with Margo and her tray of baked goods.
“Good morning, Tyler. Jordan says you’re feeling a little adventurous today.”
She placed the tray on his desk but before he could pick one, Jordan walked behind his chair and covered his eyes with her hands.
She lowered her lips to his ear and he could feel her soft hair tickling the side of his face. “Now pick one.”
“This isn’t really necessary,” he muttered impatiently.
“Yes, it is. Random selection is better than Tyler’s selection because Tyler’s selection will never include chocolate.”
“What happens if I don’t like it?”
“Then you can spit it out, but at least you can say you tried it.”
He sighed his submission and blindly moved his hand over the tray. His fingers landed on something and he felt tiny granules under his tips.
Jordan dropped her hands from his face as he lifted it from the tray.
“Thanks, Margo,” Jordan said.
“I hope you enjoy it.”
Margo lifted the tray and walked out of his office, leaving him alone with Jordan and this odd looking thing covered in sugar. He tilted it from side to side, trying to assess exactly what he was up against.
She half-sat on the edge of his desk and waited. “You just gonna look at it all day, or are you actually gonna try it?”
Tyler lifted it to his mouth and felt his throat close up with anticipated disgust. “Maybe we need to rethink—”
“Shall I tell you again about how hot my Thursday night was?”
He huffed out short breaths like he was about to run naked through snow and took a bite. His eyes shut involuntarily and his body convulsed as the revolting taste of sugar and the unexpected apricot-flavored filling lined his tongue. “I hate it!” he said through a mouthful of pastry. His esophagus snapped shut, not allowing the goop to travel past his mouth. “I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!” A thickening tongue muffled his words. Sweat seeped through his pores at the back of his neck and he gagged, his body preventing any smidgen of the apricot abomination from sliding down his throat.
Jordan was giggling hysterically now. He grabbed his handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket. It was there purely for decorative purposes, but right now it came in handy. He placed it over his mouth, spitting out the sludge before it could do more damage.
“That was vile,” he said when his body stopped shuddering.
“And yet so much fun,” she added with a smirk.
“It actually counts as a suicide attempt. There must be an easier way.”
“Nope,” she snickered, her eyes dancing playfully. “So same time next week?”
He nodded, hoping she would forget about this idiotic deal by next week.
“Now the real reason I came in here,” she said, “was to confirm our arrangements for the conference tomorrow.”
