He shook his head. “Maybe we could get an intern?”
I remembered Chelsea had a major in business but couldn’t find anything for work. That’s why she was working as a server in the strip club.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Derek said, leaning back in the chair. His eyes narrowed at me as Paige waddled out of the meeting room, talking about having Mexican for lunch.
I wanted Chelsea for lunch.
Brain. Bad!
Shaking off the image of her spread out on my desk while I ate her out, I focused on Derek’s words.
“And what am I thinking?”
“You want to hire that cute server from the strip club?” he replied. “Which is against HR policy, since you are already in a relationship with her.”
I stared at him. “We are the CEO of this firm, Derek. You had your ex as our paralegal and kept her locked in your office.”
He hummed and shrugged, standing up. “She was good at pro-bono work and better with her mout?—”
“I don’t need to know.”
Derek sighed and looked at me. “Will you be able to focus if we hire her?”
He was right. I was a teenager in a man’s body because images flashed through my head. Chelsea in tight pencil skirt and stockings with high heels. Bending over to grab copies from the printer, leaning over to give me a coffee and her cleavage showing through with a hint of black lace bra. Her in glasses and red lips asking me if she could have my cock for lun?—
“I will,” I answered him with an edge to my voice. I kept the papers in front of my crotch. My pants felt tight, and I didn’t want my colleague-slash-friend to see me get a boner.
He gathered his papers and said, “Call her for an interview. If she passes, Paige can train her before she leaves.”
I grinned. “I’m sure she will pass.”
She’s an obedient pet, after all. My good girl.
Once he left the room, I called her and tapped my fingers on the desk as the caller ring kept ringing. She must be busy. I called her again.
Three more times.
I didn’t leave any voicemail and glared at her caller ID. Princess.
My jaw clenched, my cock twitching in my pants. I was getting harder because she was infuriating me by not picking up my call. Which was a first.
No one ever ignored my text messages or calls. Especially the women I dated.
* * *
Once I left the office,I called Chelsea two more times before giving up and driving to her apartment.
“Oh, hi,” Rory seemed surprised when he opened the door to find me.
I nodded at him and glanced over his shoulder to find Chelsea. “Is she home?”
He frowned and looked in the direction of her room. “I think she left half an hour ago.”
“Left?” I asked. “Where did she go?”
He eyed me, wondering if I was trustworthy. I was glad she had protective roommates, but I needed to know where she was, and this was the second time she had left without giving me any answer.
Rory shrugged. “I don’t know, man. She told me she was going to work and then go to her mom’s place.”
