A rumbling interrupted us. A flatbed truck drove up the drive with a shiny new car on the back.
"Finally," Mace said as the truck driver unloaded the car.
"Aww, and here I was going to have Remy drive the bus to work."
"Please," Mace said, signing the paperwork. "I am not a bus person."
"Of course! You're an expensive-car person," I joked.
"And you're an expensive-car-destroying person," he teased back.
As soon as the flatbed truck was out of sight, Mace pushed me against the side of the car for a heavy kiss. He slid his hand down my back and ran it over my chest, cupping my tits.
"You want to christen this car?" I gasped against him. His hand was hot through my panties, and my nipples were hard.
Before we could go much further, his phone rang. Mace cursed.
"I forgot I had a conference call," he said and answered. "Yeah just give me a moment." He looked at me critically, then he handed me the keys.
"You want me to drive your new car!" I said gleefully.
"Don't scratch it," he warned.
"Ooh," I said, running my hand over the glossy surface. "I've never driven a fresh car before."
I inhaled the new-car smell as I adjusted the seat.
Okay, Josie, I told myself.Nice and easy.
I pulled out slowly into the road. So far so good. Mace was looking down at his tablet, making notes as he talked into the phone.
I'm not going to scratch this car. I'm not going to scratch this car.
A car coming toward me swerved into my lane. I screamed and jerked the car.
"We're only two minutes from the house," Mace hissed, covering the mouthpiece.
I slowed to a crawl, and we crept into the Svensson PharmaTech parking lot ten minutes late.
"I would be mad if you weren't so freaking sexy," Mace said, pushing me back into the seat, his hand coming up my leg.
"I have a meeting," I gasped, as much as I wanted him to continue.
* * *
Ever since Macegave me the reins on the marketing gene therapy rollout, I wasn't spending much time in the private office. Instead our team had commandeered several large conference rooms and had set up there.
"The notes on the sustainability research are in your inbox," Adrian said when he saw me. "Also, want any coffee?"
"But I thought you weren't supposed to be bringing coffee," I said with a grin.
"Mace said that we needed this launch to go off without a hitch. I'm embedded in the marketing team to get you all whatever you need: information, photos, resources…coffee."
"Yes, that would be lovely."
I was glad to be working on actual marketing again. What I was not glad about was Tara.
"Did you have a good weekend?" I asked her, trying to smooth the tension.
