After the meeting was over,I was finally, and unfortunately, alone with Evan.
“I can’t believe you,” I said sharply. “I can’t believe I ever wanted anything to do with you.”
“I was just messing with her. Teddy will wear his kilt. Imogen will deal. You can’t keep tiptoeing around people like that,” he said, leaning back in his chair.
“You can’t antagonize them either.”
“So sue me,” he said, standing up. “Let me get you a drink; that will calm you down.” He poured a glass from the bottle of whisky Teddy had left on the table.
“You’re so entitled and awful,” I told him, gathering my things.
Evan came around the table to me, extending the glass of expensive liquor. I ignored it. “I have to work.”
He shrugged and drank it.
“Don’t you?”
“I work nights and weekends. Shockingly, now that Camilla isn’t in my life, I have so much more free time, though I think it’s quickly filling up with you,” Evan said, eyes heavy lidded.
“We have a professional relationship,” I reminded him.
“It’s not that professional,” he said in that deliciously low voice, advancing on me.
I backed up against the table.
See, this is why you need an office: so that you aren’t put in compromising positions in some uber-sexy billionaire’s condo.
“Do you want to engage in some unprofessional activity,” Evan rasped, “or some professional activities?”
“I—”
Unprofessional!My libido screeched. Normally content with the odd romance novel, my sex drive had been completely unleashed by Evan.
“We should keep it professional,” I said hoarsely, trying to fight down the part of me that wanted to rip my clothes off.
“I can oblige that.”
“Good, because—”
He crushed our mouths together. Evan’s hand tangled in my hair, tipping my head back to give him better access to my mouth. I moaned low against his lips as his tongue tangled with mine. His other hand roamed over my body to unbutton my blouse. Evan pressed hot kisses down my chest and sucked on my nipple through my bra.
My legs trembled, my nipples pebbled hard as he sucked me. When his hand slipped down lower, my brain finally caught up to the magical unicorn that my libido was riding into the sunset and dropped that bitch to the ground.
“We were supposed to engage in professional activities,” I gasped, shoving Evan away and hastily buttoning my blouse.
Evan regarded me like a lion before its first meal of the week. “That was professional,” he said, deep voice rumbling around me. “If you had chosen unprofessional, I would have bent you over the table and rammed my cock into that tight, hot, wet pussy of yours.”
28
Evan
As much fun as it was annoying Imogen and engaging in unprofessional behavior with Ivy, I did have a business to attend to. Unfortunately, that meant I didn’t see Ivy for the next couple of weeks. I skipped several wedding-planning events, including the redux of the flower bouquets, a five-hour meeting about the seating chart that Mika had relayed to me that evening over drinks with a thousand-yard stare, and Ivy’s new gift box sample. Mika also relayed to me that Imogen had not in fact dropped the puppy-as-a-gift item.
I didn’t see Ivy until she showed up at my apartment with a large portfolio.
“I’m a bit early,” she said, looking at me a little warily. But her lips parted, and she melted when I grabbed her hips, drew her to me, and kissed her hard.
“I think you’re right on time,” I said against her mouth. Her full tits strained against her blouse, and I freed them, sucking on them, letting the nipple turn pebble hard in my mouth.
