“Lexi,” I said to her.
She swallowed.
“Get out of my office.”
33
LEXI
“Did you leave it?” McKenna whispered when she met me at our desks.
“Stuck it in a side pocket of his briefcase. I don’t think I needed to leave him a note to get the engine reheated,” I said, fanning myself.
“Oh my god.”
“Shhh!” I hissed at McKenna then looked around, half-expecting Anthym to pop up and hit me with the employee handbook then fire me.
I fidgeted in my seat. “I’m pretty sure Grayson was. He wanted to F-word me on his desk.”
“Damn.”
In his office, Grayson was staring at me like I was prey.
I tore my eyes away.
“You have to go clean his fridge out right?”
“No, I mean, yes, I’m supposed to, but he just told me to get out of his office. He doesn’t want me at his penthouse,” I squawked.
“Trust me, he does.”
My experience with romance consisted of Disney movie rewatches and romance novels, the nice ones where they lived in a quaint small town or on a ranch and the first kiss was the end of the book. My boss just told me he wanted to turn me over and eff me on his desk. I was way, way out of my depth here.
“I mean, what do I do at the end of it? Give him a sticker?”
McKenna collapsed on her desk, laughing.
“I will buy you a year’s supply of ice cream if you give Grayson Richmond a sticker after he blows his load in you. Come on.” She grabbed my arm. “I’ve seen enough Disney movies with you to know that right now what you need is a makeover.”
I resistedthe urge to pull at the thong I was wearing as I moved like an animatronic doll while cleaning out Grayson’s fridge. Not only was I freshly shaved and had the stinging nicks to prove it, McKenna had also shoehorned me into the nice clothes I had brought with me, which were a size too small. I was a stuffed sausage. And Grayson wasn’t even here to rip them off of me.
I stood up.
“This is stupid; it’s the middle of the afternoon,” I said as I unlaced the stiff corset of the princess top. “Grayson’s not coming home in the middle of the afternoon.”
I put on some Disney music, though it felt a little perverse to listen to Mary Poppins sing about a spoonful of sugar when I had come over for an unplanned booty call.
Probably should have at least put that on your note, I decided.
I piled the bags of artisanal lettuce on the counter then sorted out the cheese. Grenadine had been miffed that Martha had gotten the brie last week and wasn’t shy about letting me knowthat some brie sure would go nicely with this wine she had paid a blow job for.
I yelped and dropped a block of cheddar as I heard footsteps echo through the empty penthouse.
Male footsteps.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
Grayson appeared in the kitchen. His eyes were dark. He threw down his briefcase.
