“I’ll check in with you in another week. See about your start date?”
I nod, chewing on my bottom lip. He lets himself out, and I stand there staring at the door for far too long after he leaves.
Chapter Fifteen
Elliot
I get to the office early, as I usually do. There isn’t a single person here but the security guard in the downstairs lobby. It’s best this way. Quiet and calm. I enjoy my job and the bustle of my day, but without some reprieve, I’d go insane from stress and over-stimulation. Everything I do is worth it, but I know well enough to take care of myself or none of this would be worth a thing.
I’m especially eager for the day, as it’s Seraphine’s first official day. I spoke with Michelle on Friday, giving her the good news of her promotion, raise, and duty changes. She was thrilled and grateful. Although, that may change if she were to ever find out it only happened to make room for Seraphine.
Going through my usual routine, I make myself coffee, check emails and reports. We are set to get the Vista Plaza project in motion today, meaning my week will be full of internal meetings. It’ll be fast-paced, and I’ll surely be tired by the end of it,but it’ll be a good way for Seraphine to learn how the day-to-day goes.
Michelle will no longer do the meeting notes, as I want Seraphine by my side at all times. My body longs for her when she isn’t beside me, and the only way to remedy that is to make sure she is with me. Simple enough. I’m sure she could use the distraction, anyway.
I’d wanted her to wait another week to start, but she refused. Said she’s taken enough from me and isn’t a charity case. If only she knew I still have so much to give, and in many forms. Namely, my cock. But one thing at a time.
Time gets away from me, as it usually does when I’m thrown into work, and before I know it, there is a knock on my door.
“Come in!” I call out, my gaze on my computer screen as I read over the last of this proposal.
“Good morning, Mr. Caldwell.” I look up at that voice, my heart doing a flip in my chest.
“Good morning, Miss Sinclair,” I say, getting up from my seat. “Do come in.”
She nods, looking back at the door.
“I prefer it closed, but if you’re uncomfortable with that…”
She shakes her head. “Of course not.”
Shutting the door, she moves closer to my desk and looks around.
“You can leave your things in the closet there.” I gesture to the small door to the side of the coffee station. “I’ve yet to assign you a desk, as I’m not sure what will be best for this situation.”
“What do you mean?” she asks with her hand on the knob to the closet, reminding me of when she invited me over her house just last week and left me standing in the hall for an amount of time that was rude. Of course I didn’t care, I’d have stood out there all night if it’s what she wanted.
“Your position is new, and I’m not sure what will work best for us.”
“New? You made anewposition for me?”
I give a small shrug. “Don’t make it more than it is.”
She sighs, pulling the door open. She hangs her purse on the hook and then her jacket on one of the hangers before sliding it on the bar beside my coat and spare suit. Her clothing is resting so close to mine is the first step in bringing us closer together. First it’s her jacket near mine in the office closet, next it’ll be her panties in my dresser. One could only hope.
She comes to sit in front of my desk, my gaze going to the skin showing from mid thigh all the way down to her ankles. She’s dressed impeccably in a tight black and white plaid skirt, black turtleneck, and black heels. I asked her not to wear bright colors, as it’s distracting during meetings. It’s bad enough she will already be a distraction to all the men in here, but I’ll handle them if need be.
I force my gaze to meet hers, not ashamed of how I was looking at her, but not wanting her to be uncomfortable or call me out, either. She doesn’t say anything and looks almost excited to be under my rapt attention. Which is dangerous. Certainly not the fuel I need. I’m too weak a man to deny it.
She crosses her legs, resting her clasped hands on top of her knee.
“What shall I do first?”
Is that seduction in her tone? No, of course it isn’t. She wouldn’t do that.
Would she?
Oh, this woman is going to be trouble. The mixed signals are enough to have my head spinning. It’s hard enough keeping myself in control. How will I handle it if she starts coming on to me? Staring at me the way she did when I was on that massage table, naked and so very hard for her? She gave into me, then. Enjoyed how I begged her to touch me. Maybe she just needs to know how badly I want her in order for her to give in? I’ll give her all the attention she needs and then some. I have no problems begging for what I want, not when it comes to her.
