Jon’s thrusts quicken, and before I know it, he slams into me one last time and fills me with his own orgasm.
Suddenly, there’s some shuffling outside of his door, and he pulls out quickly, reaching for his pants that hang around his ankles, yanking them back up.
I jump off the desk, adjust my panties, and pull my skirt back down to its original length. We both run to his mirror that hangs behind his desk to fix our appearance, and while he heads for the door, I take a seat on the spare chair, pretending to read some documents.
Once the door opens, another one of the assistants closes a filing cabinet door that is near his office and smiles at him before returning to her own desk.
That was too close.
Although it was completely worth it.
He turns back into the office and we both laugh. As he takes his seat back behind his desk, he clears his throat. “Thanks again, Lizzy. I’ve sent over a few more documents for you to look over.”
Nodding with a wink, I stand and return to my desk.
I take notice that the office is all but empty this morning as I go through the files Jon sent over to me. Christmas was three days ago, and not many of the employees came back before New Year’s. But the extra money was tempting enough for me to come back.
Besides, I would just be home rotting on the couch, so why not put that time to good use? And with the deadline coming closer, Jon will need all the help he can get.
As I open one of the files on my computer, I see that it’s all the information about Jones Construction, and there is a pit in my stomach.
I nearly forgot, or maybe I was secretly hoping that if I didn’t think about it, it would disappear. Unfortunately, that’s not the case as the meeting is in nine days, and I’m not sure there’s much I can do to stop it.
Maybe this is the way things were supposed to be. With my father and brother having more than enough experience, it may not be hard for them to find another job quickly. But what if they don’t, and they blame me for not doing anything to help?
They’ll never forgive me if they know I had a hand in anything to do with them losing their jobs.
Sighing, I hit print on all the documents so we have hard copies to add to the filing cabinet, and I slide my chair out the moment I hear the printer at the front desk kick on. Jon waves as I walk past, and I wave back with a smile.
Seeing him was the other reason I was willing to come back to the office earlier than everyone else. At the moment, besides Jonand me, there are only four other people who are here. I prefer it when there are fewer people in the office. I seem to be able to concentrate more with less distractions.
I guess this morning’s quicky in his office doesn’t scream concentration, but I can’t help it. I can’t seem to keep my hands or my mind off him.
I get to the printer and grab the stack of papers, tucking them under my arm before turning back around to put them in the filing cabinet in Jon’s office.
Then I can email the clients back and confirm appointments. Once that is complete, the rest of the day will be free for whatever Jon needs me to do.
Before I can get out from behind the reception desk, the front doors fly open, sending a rush of cold air to fill the office, causing a chill to run down my spine.
The light is too bright to see who is walking through until the doors close again, and Karl stands, red-faced and panting, as he storms up to me. My heart stops and my feet weld themselves to the floor, causing me to freeze in place.
Oh no…What is my brother doing here?
With widened eyes, I take a quick glance around the empty space. “What the hell are you doing here?” I all but whisper.
“No!” he shouts. “What the hell areyoudoing here?” Panic sets into my bones as I remain as still as a statue.
“Th-this is where I work, Karl. You guys never cared to ask…”
“Are you kidding me, Lizzy?” He is now shouting at me, and I jump the moment I hear Jon’s voice calling out from behind me.
“Whoa, whoa. Karl, Lizzy. What’s the problem?” Turning, I see Jon making his way to the front where we are standing.
Karl rushes past the desk and heads straight for Jon, but I jump between them.
I know Karl’s temper, and I know he would lay Jon out for less than what’s going on. I can’t allow that to happen. What’s going on is my own fault for not bringing it up sooner.
“Karl, relax,” I say, putting my hand on his chest to stop him from pushing past me.
