I stand.
“And I definitely don’t tolerate it toward my wife.”
Peter steps fully inside the office.
Arnon exhales sharply through his nose, then straightens his jacket like he’s trying to salvage some dignity.
“This is bullshit,” he mutters.
“Escort him out,” Jess repeats, not even looking at him anymore.
Peter places a hand lightly on Arnon’s arm and guides him toward the hallway.
The door shuts behind them.
Jess lets out a long breath and leans back in her chair. “I enjoyed that more than I thought I would.”
I chuckle, standing up and bracing my hands on the arms of her chair as I lean down to kiss her.
Her lips barely move against mine before she pulls back and glances quickly toward the glass wall that overlooks what used to be Arnon’s station. It’s empty now.
“Mmm,” she murmurs against my mouth, “in the office, Mr. West.”
Groaning quietly, I steal one more kiss before dropping into my own chair. “You know those CEOs who play golf all day?” I mutter. “How do they pull that off?”
Jess smirks, crossing her legs so that the pointed heel of her shoe comes to rest against the inside of my knee. “They delegate.”
“Hmm.” My gaze lingers on her legs a second too long before I drag it back up to her face. “That’s going to be difficult considering the only person I want to play mid-day sports with is my COO.”
She arches a brow, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Sounds like a management problem.”
“Tragic,” I reply dryly.
She smiles, shaking her head as she pushes to her feet. “I’m going to head back upstairs.”
“Don’t go,” I whine, catching her elbow and tugging her onto my lap before she can escape.
She lets out a soft giggle, one hand sliding over my cheek as I nuzzle into her shoulder.
“You know,” she murmurs, fingers brushing through my hair, “you could always move upstairs with me.”
I groan against her skin. “We’d never get any work done.”
“You’re right,” she says lightly. “Especially since my office doesn’t have glass walls.”
I freeze.
Her grin widens at the exact moment realization hits me.
And before I can tighten my grip, she slips out of my arms and heads for the door.
“Jessica,” I call after her.
She glances back over her shoulder, victorious.
“Love you, Mr. West,” she says sweetly, then disappears pout the door.
Chapter Twenty-Five
