If these cookies didn’t work, if they thought it was stupid, I could kiss my job goodbye. Shoot, Cressida was acting like I could already kiss it goodbye.
I scrolled through job listings while I waited for Beck to get off the phone. There were multiple assistant jobs on the digital board, mainly virtual assistant positions for Instagram influencers.
Might not be so bad to make social media posts from bed in my pajamas, I decided.Though those influencers could be a real high-maintenance bunch.
I checked the time. Holly’s café was closed. I wished she was still open because I needed some pasta. I was anxious about those cookies.
I looked back. Beck was off the phone.
I stuck my head in. Beck looked up.
“Did you submit everything?” he asked.
“Yep.” I fidgeted.I hope.
“You seem pretty anxious,” he said. “Did something happen?”
I walked over to Beck, the door closing behind me. “I just hope that Mark and Finn had a chance to see the cookies before all their workers ate them.” I sighed.
Beck smiled. “I’m sure it’s fine. The booklets you made are enough to stand on their own, so don’t worry. And if they don’t choose us, contrary to what Owen says, it’s not the end of the world.” He stood up and rested his hands on my arms.
I remembered Maeve’s comments.
Time to woman up and act like an adult.
I pushed myself away from Beck. “Are you going to fire me?” I asked him then braced for the response.
If he does, it’s not the end of the world, I reminded myself.If he needs to because it’s making things difficult, you can just go find another job. Maybe you could even get a severance. He’d probably still let you live in his house.
Beck tilted my chin up and smiled down at me. “Of course I’m not,” he promised. “I love having you here.” He lowered his voice. “If there weren’t all these people here, I’d kiss you.”
I felt the heat in those words. My pussy felt them too.
“Since there are, maybe you can come look at this email instead,” he said, waving me over to his desk.
As I peered at the screen, I felt his hands creep up under my skirt.
“You have been doing a wonderful job as my assistant,” he said conversationally.
I bit my lip as his fingers reached home, and he began to stroke me through my panties.
“So you’re extra for sure not going to fire me?” I whispered.
“I don’t want to have to train a new assistant. Especially when the one I have knows exactly what pleases me.”
My panties were soaking wet. Was I really doing this? Sex with Beck in the office when no one was there was one thing. Him getting me off while everyone was in the office? Had I ever gone so low?
But I wanted it.
Still pretending to look at his screen, Beck hooked his fingers over the edge of my panties and pulled them down to give himself more access. Then I felt his fingers in my pussy, stroking over my clit in slow, steady movements.
I couldn’t help it. I made a little gasping sound.
“Keep your eyes to the screen,” Beck said in a low voice. “You’ll need to stay quiet.”
I swallowed. “Does my job depend on it?”
He shifted his hand, his thumb now pressing lightly over my clit as two fingers moved to trace over my opening.
