I shook my head.
Lexi was driving me insane.
I couldn’t wait for the flight that evening. I was desperate to have an entire ocean between us.
And desperate to have nothing between us at all.
37
LEXI
“That man has a scary amount of self-control,” I whispered to McKenna as we packed up the finished folders late that afternoon for the Europe meeting.
I snuck a glance at Grayson in his office as I made a lunch order online. He wasn’t looking at me, which gave me a chance to study his profile, the strong jaw, straight nose, the mouth that gave sensual kisses.
My panties seemed to be perpetually soaked, which was unfortunate because Anthym was making us work eighteen-hour days to prep for the big Europe trip. I had been awake since four thirty, when Anthym had called me screeching about the gift baskets, and it had been nonstop since then. I was greasy, bloated, and jittery from too much caffeine.
Between Anthym’s yelling and berating me and being under the constant gaze of Grayson, I was completely frazzled.
“As soon as it’s confirmed they’re on the plane, you and I are getting cocktails on the company card,” I whispered to McKenna. “I need a drink, and not wine that was rehomed from the trash can either.”
“Anthym will find out,” McKenna said out of the side of her mouth.
I tapped my nose.
“Your girl prepaid at that restaurant we bought the team dinner from last night. The hostess said she left a note for the bartender to have four cocktails waiting for us.”
“Stealing from the company—you’ve been corrupted by New York,” McKenna joked.
“Grayson owes me,” I said darkly.
“I thought you said the sex was great.”
“Yeah, amazing. Not that I had anything to compare it to, but I’m pretty sure he has ruined me for any other man except him at this point.”
I would have left him a note to that effect, but Anthym was breathing down our necks looking for anything that might cause the Europe trip to be a bust.
You’d think a man like Grayson would be able to finagle his schedule so that he could finish what he started, but he was all business, treating me like I was just another employee.
And maybe I was.
Maybe he was one of those billionaires who got off on sleeping with their assistants, like I was just a notch in his bedpost.
“You’ve been working for Grayson a while, right?” I asked McKenna when I was sure Anthym wasn’t around.
“A couple years.”
“Has he, um … does he normally sleep with his female employees?” I asked, hating how high-pitched my voice sounded.
“He hasn’t slept with me,” McKenna said, “because, best friend or not, I wouldn’t be giving up my meal ticket for you. I had to listen to Grenadine have a sex dream last night whileyou were still out hunting down exotic New England bitters for Anthym.”
“No judgment here.” I held up my hands.
“I haven’t heard rumors of him doing the nasty with his employees though.”
“Maybe the rest of the women here have more self-respect,” I said dejectedly.
McKenna snorted.
