“Thatcould definitely be arranged,” he said, leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips.
“Back at home, mister,” I said sharply.
As fun as it had been sneaking around and having sex in his office, it had been risky and careless. Now that we were in charge of the company, I wanted to be professional. I wanted to be taken seriously. This was all I wanted, and I wasn’t about to screw it up just because my hormones were out of control.
And boy, were they. It felt like I could not get enough of Chandler lately. Every day when we got home from work, we hardly made it to the bedroom before he was buried deep inside me, making me scream. By dinnertime, we were both famished and were ordering takeout from bed, still naked in the sheets. It had been the best weeks of my life.
But he looked damn sexy in my favorite suit today… I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold out for seven more hours.
“Where do we start?” asked Chandler, looking at the files sprawled around us.
“Alphabetically?” I offered.
“Seems the easiest way to do it.” He nodded.
“Tell me why we’re doing this again?” I asked, picking up the file with the last name of Anderson.
“Well, one, because an employee was stealing millions of dollars for years and years, so I would like to make sure that’s not happening or will happen again.”
“Valid point.”
“And two, I want to get to know my employees. I think it’s important. I’ve seen how you interact with everyone and how much they respect you. I want that, too. I should care about the people who spend their time here and dedicate so much of their time.”
“Another valid point.” I smiled, thinking just how different Chandler was from when he started. He really did care about Harold Enterprises, and all of the people who were a part of it. I loved him for it.
“I made a picture chart to help you out,” I said, pulling out a packet of papers I had made up and printed out.
“You’re kidding,” he said, narrowing his gaze.
“Nope.” I grinned.
“I don’t need that.” He waved me off.
“Really?” I asked, holding up a page and covering up the name of one of our employees that was printed out next to the picture. “Then who is this?”
He looked at me, confidence faltering momentarily before he cleared his throat and began studying the picture like it was no big deal.
“That’s… that’s Chad,” he said, lifting his chin pridefully.
“No one by the name of Chad works here,” I said with a giggle. He had been so certain. I almost wanted him to be right for his sake, but it felt even better formeto be right.
“Fine.” He sighed, waggling his fingers. I handed him the paper and watched him study it.
“And you know all their names?” he asked, wide-eyed as he went through each page of the packet.
“Mhmm. And by the end of the day, you will, too.”
He groaned, laying the packet in his lap so he could rub his temples.
“Just think of me as your teacher,” I said suggestively. I knew how to motivate him.
“I could be okay with that,” he replied, his eyes excited by the prospect of this little act of roleplaying.
I crawled to the door and closed it gently. I supposed, just because we were CEOs didn’t mean we couldn’t have a little fun. Plus, it was for the good of the company. Chandler watched me, his brows raised as he looked at me with curious anticipation. I crawled back toward him and set the paper packet aside before climbing onto his lap. I hiked my skirt up, straddling him. I positioned myself just so, so I could feel him start to strainagainst the fabric of his pants. I felt a wave of heat flow through me. Maybe this had been a bad idea.
“How about this? For every one you get right, you get a kiss,” I suggested.
“Where?” he asked, his eyes darkening.
