But, when I saw JoJo’s name pop up, it did nothing to abate my urges.
JoJo: Send me your personal number.
No “please.” No “whenever you can.” Just a simple command. I both hated and loved his simple commands. Things were less confusing with his commands.
So, I did ask he asked and sent him my personal number.
Before my cell phone dinged in my purse.
What the hell?
I dug my phone out from the bottom of my worn fabric purse and saw a number I didn’t recognize pop up beneath a text message.
But the text is what caught my eye.
(213)-555-0011: Don’t think we’re finished. And I haven’t seen an H.R. report on my desk yet.
How did I respond to that? Was he expecting me to respond? Without thinking, I saved his number into my personal phone and heaved a heavy sigh.
“What the hell is happening to my life?” I hissed.
After staring at my phone for a few minutes, I decided not to send a text back. There was no little “R” to show him that I had read the message. There were no little dots jumping up and down if I tried to type. There was no way for him to see whether or not I had read the message, so I placed my personal phone back into my purse and tried to focus on work.
It was hard, though.
Don’t think we’re finished.
What did he mean by that?
Did he mean that we weren’t finished with the idea of an H.R. report? Or were the two not connected? And if they weren’t connected, did he mean that he wasn’t finished with me? In his office? With his dick in my face?
I squeezed my thighs together as heat rushed my body. It felt so wrong feeling this way toward my boss and the boy that had tortured me throughout high school. But I couldn’t help it. My mother always used to tell me that the heart wants what it wants, but this wasn’t my heart. It was my body.
So, what the hell was I supposed to do with that? Nothing my parents had taught me had prepared me for anything like this.
Then, out of nowhere, my sister’s voice raced through my head.
If they want you, they’ll chase you. Trust me.
So, I decided to ignore the next ding of a text message on my personal phone before I sank myself in my work for the day.
Anything to keep my panties from getting any wetter than they had already become.
11
Jospeh
“Lexie!”
My secretary came rushing into my office. “Yes, sir?”
I typed furiously on my keyboard. “Has H.R. sent any sort of report up here for me to view?”
She furrowed her brow. “No, sir. I would’ve put it on your desk if--.”
I waved my hand in the air. “Get Tommy up here, now.”
She paused. “Tommy from P.R.?”
