I need to tell him before he hears it from his secretary.
I tossed and turned all night. I kept dreaming about all of the ways JoJo would fire me once I came clean about telling a co-worker about our prior knowledge of one another. And when my alarm went off at a quarter to five, I leapt out of bed because I had already been up scrolling on my phone for an hour.
I cleaned myself up and made sure I gave myself enough time to settle into my office before making my way up to his.
And right at six, I knocked on his door.
“Get in here,” he said gruffly.
I quickly slipped inside and closed the door. “You needed to see me?”
“Lock it.”
I paused. “What?”
I heard him put his pen down. “I said, lock the damn door.”
I drew in a deep breath before I flipped the lock, then I turned to find him perched against the edge of his desk. With his hands in his pockets, he nodded toward the chair in front of his desk, beckoning me to sit as the bulge in front of his pants started growing. I cleared my throat and did as he asked, sitting in front of him with his cock practically staring at me.
And as his pants started to tent, my heart rate jumped into the clouds again.
“What—what is it, Mr. Ryker?” I asked.
He slid his hands out of his pockets. “Hell of a situation you got yourself into last night.”
I nodded slowly. “Dealing with Tommy has been interesting, yes.”
“You know, you’re not the only woman to have issues with him.”
“Then, why is he still working here?”
He smirked. “Because I believe in a ‘three strikes rule.’ You report him, that’s his last strike. But, if you don’t…”
I blinked. “Are you saying that I’ve got this man’s job in my hands now?”
He cupped his dick right in front of me. “Or we could do this another way.”
I swallowed hard. “Another way?”
He nodded. “You could do a favor for me, and then I could do a favor for you. Save you the embarrassment of having to recount everything to H.R. for the report.”
Oh God, it’s happening.“What—what did you have in—in mind?”
I saw my squirming bring him pleasure as his dick grew harder and his eyes ignited with lust. “I’m a very busy man, Becca. I’m sure you can imagine.”
“Yes, I can, Mr. Ryker.”
He stood to his feet, his cock coming even closer. “So, I’m sure you know that with my job comes a lot of stress I don’t always get to relieve.”
I hated the fact that my thighs clenched together to seek out friction. “I’m sure if I’m stressed, you’re very stressed.”
His hands moved to his belt. “Very, very stressed. And I think after last night, the two of us could use a bit of a release, don’t you think?”
My mouth salivated even as I grimaced. “Depends on the, uh, I mean—we—we could—Mr. Ryker?”
His belt fell open. “You have a wonderfully plump set of lips.”
I blushed at his words and my core ached. “Thank you.”
