He turned to me. “I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow night?”
“Mhmm,” I managed to say, even though I was still reeling with how blatant Chandler had just been. I was surprised he didn’t just come out and say, “We’re having sex.”
He turned and gave a little wave as he strode out the door. I let out the breath it felt like I had been holding since the knock on the door. I quickly closed the door and whirled around to face Chandler.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I asked, my eyes wide.
“It was funny.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure what was funnier. It all going over his head, or the way you squirmed.”
I shook my head. “I wasnotsquirming.”
He took a step toward me that made my heartrate quicken. “Are you sure about that?” he asked in a throaty whisper.
This man would be the end of me.
Chapter 20
Chandler
After Mr. Harold walked out of my office, I breathed out an internal sigh of relief that relaxed my entire body that had gone completely rigid with his surprise arrival at the office. I was not expecting him. Certainly not after I had spent the last hour defiling his daughter in this very office.
I had tried my best to play it cool, pissing Gabriella off in the process, which was just an added bonus. She wasn’t as good at keeping her emotions in check because her face had gone as white as her knuckles that squeezed the bookshelf. I honestly wondered if she had somehow left dents in the wood.
I had tried to lighten the mood by throwing in a few innuendos that went over the poor man’s head. He might be sharp in business, but in sexual innuendos he was straight-up oblivious. It was probably better that way. It gave Gabriella and me the chance to continue doing whatever it was we were doing.
Fucking like rabbits. That was what it was.
Ever since I showed up to her brownstone after my mother’s engagement party, drunker than I intended and ravenous for her to fuck my cares away, we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. We had done it at her apartment a handful of times, but mostly here at the office where we spent most of our time.
She seemed to be more nervous about it than me, although I knew the consequences if any of the employees caught on to what we were doing. I think it was because she actuallyknewthese people and cared what they thought. I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about any of them and my only concern was word getting out and ruining my reputation as a professional CEO.
No one seemed to catch on to us though, even when her moans were almost past the point of being stifled. I gently had to place my hand over her mouth several times in silent warning, though the sound made me rock hard. That’s why I preferred her apartment where she could scream, moan, fuck, with reckless abandon. She was wildly sexy and free in the confines of her bedroom.
I had yet to bring her back to my place. She never asked, and I never extended the invitation. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was some invisible boundary. A way to keep her at arms’ length by not inviting her fully in to my life. If she wasn’t complaining, then I wasn’t worried about it.
That was the beauty of Gabriella, she didn’t complain. Didn’t nag. Didn’t expect more than sex. It was why I liked her so much. Her attitude kept me on my toes. She was unlike any other woman I’d met. She was headstrong and stubborn and pushed my buttons.Allof my buttons.
“I should go,” she said, taking a cautious step backward toward the office door.
“See you tomorrow,” I said with a wink.
She rolled her eyes and turned to leave, giving me a glimpse of that perfect ass I had just had my hands on. The fact that I had every intention of taking her here again tomorrow made it easier to watch her go, even though my cock was screaming for round two.
After she left, I was too wound up to go home. I needed a distraction and a cocktail to calm myself down after this afternoon’s escapade and close call of being caught. I picked up my phone from my desk and texted Wyatt:
Me:Drinks tonight?
Wyatt:After work old fashioneds at Bemelmans?
Me:I’ll be there.
I slid my phone in my jacket pocket and looked over tomorrow’s schedule, killing time until it hit 5 o’clock. If Mr. Howard wasstill in the office somewhere, I didn’t want him to see me cutting out early. I looked out the door, but didn’t see him. Instead, I saw Gabriella sitting at her desk deep in thought as she scrolled her computer. Her bottom lip was tucked in her teeth in concentration and my eyes were immediately drawn there.
This woman. Would I ever get enough of her?
I suddenly had an idea. I looked back at my computer screen, at our joint calendar and entered in a meeting for tomorrow. It was completely made up, and an hour and a half long outside of the office. I figured it would be risky to have sex in my office two days in a row, so a little drive around the city in my town car would be the perfect private escape for us. Why not change it up a little? My driver wouldn’t mind. I was sure he had heard and seen worse in the time he had worked for me.
I tried to come up with some sort of innuendo that would give Gabriella a hint about what was coming for her. I drummed my finger against my desk thoughtfully. Then it came to me.
