He stood up and began walking to her desk, formulating an excuse with every step.
A resounding hoooooh burst out of Barbara and he could have sworn he heard something shatter. Or maybe it was just a few of his brain cells exploding.
“Mervin is going to die a slow, painful death,” Jordan said when he reached her. “I know this because I’m gonna be the one to kill him. I’m gonna hang him upside down and use a razor blade to make tiny, little cuts all over his body and then I’m gonna watch him bleed out.”
He laughed. This was one of the many reasons why he liked being around her. Generally, he wasn’t easily amused and yet she had the ability to draw laughter out of him with a simple sentence. He’d always considered himself to be a serious man, but somehow she brought out a very light-hearted side of him. “It seems like you’ve put a lot of thought into this,” he said.
“Yeah. At night when I’m trying to fall asleep and I can’t get that sound out of my head, that’s when I become very creative.”
“Tyler, Jordan,” Mervin greeted with the quick nod in their direction as he walked past her desk.
Her eyes narrowed to a death stare. “You’re gonna burn in hell one day for all the evil things you have done to others.”
Mervin chuckled and continued strolling to the elevators. Her dagger-eyes followed him until he disappeared and then she turned her attention back to Tyler. “What can I do for you this morning, Mister Evans?”
Oh, yeah. The excuse.
“I need the…uh…I need the segmental reports.”
“Sure thing.”
She stood and walked to the file cabinet behind her. Opening the doors, she quickly scanned through the file labels. She spotted it on the middle shelf and reached down to get it. Her bending over was just a bonus. Her black knee-length skirt rode up just a little and he caught a glimpse of those soft, creamy thighs. Her heels accentuated every muscle on her calves.
A file labeled cost analysis sat on the bottom shelf and a naughty grin formed on his face. “And the cost analysis,” he added before she turned around.
“Sure.” She bent down even lower and…
Oh, sweet baby, Jesus!
That was a sight he could look at all day. Her skirt pulled tight over her ass, so…sotight. It was only when he felt the twitch in his general pants area that he realized maybe that wasn’t his best idea. Now he was standing in the middle of the open-plan finance department with a hard-on aggressively pushing at his zipper. He quickly buttoned up his suit jacket, the tails of it covering just enough for her to be completely oblivious when she turned around.
“Here you go.”
She handed the files over and his eyes moved up her outstretched arms and just sort of got stuck on her breasts.
Those breasts. God, those breasts.
His palm knew what it felt like now. His fingers knew how her nipple felt pressed between them.
“Eyes up here, big boy,” she quipped with a smile, her eyes shooting a quick look down to let him know that she wasn’t completely oblivious to the activity happening in his general pants area. He silently took the files but didn’t walk away, just simply continued staring. She truly was a beautiful woman, inside and out.
She sat down and slung those long, sculpted legs onto the desk, crossing them at the ankle. “Mister Evans, you’re looking at me like you want something else.”
I do. I really do.
He smiled but had no intention of entertaining this conversation. This was the subtle flirtation he had grown accustomed to over the last three weeks. Her body language was sexual. Her tone was suggestive. Her words were ambiguous. Every sentence was formulated with the intent to drive him crazy, but never too over-the-top to be considered inappropriate. He needed to put an end to it because every time she did this, he wanted to throw his moral compass out the window. They’d agreed to keep their relationship professional and he was going to stick to it. He didn’t want to lead her on. Physically, he wanted her. But emotionally he was too confused to make a decision and he didn’t want to bring her into that mess. It wouldn’t be fair.
“How’s the construction of the new building in Fremont coming along?” he asked, moving the conversation back to business.
“Theerectionof the new building is…coming…” Her eyes shifted to his pants and stayed there long enough to send a hot surge through his body. “…along quite well. The builders are delayed, though. Seems like they committed to something and now they’re having a reallyhardtime sticking to their resolution.”
Oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
The ambiguity was not lost on him. He knew what she was trying to say. Little things like that really needled him. Cute, little glances. Playful banter. That he could do. He even enjoyed the flirting every once in a while. But this, her purposely toying with him to get a reaction, that kinda got on his nerves. He was a man on the edge. Every day she pushed him a little bit more. Every day it took a little longer to get rid of his hard-on. Every day he became a little crazier with lust. He wanted her with everything in him. Thighs, hips, lips, breasts, he wanted it all. But it was something he couldn’t have, wouldn’t have until he was certain.
His eyes met hers and he forced a smile. “Yeah, Jordan. They’re having a really,reallyhard time sticking to their resolution.”
Her smirk was almost sadistic, making him believe that she actually got a kick out of watching him suffer.
