“Please.”I point to the seats in front of my desk because, as I said, I cannot fucking move as my cock is as stiff as a handrail.“Close the door, please, Chloe.”
Gemma tucks her dark strands behind her ear as she slides into one of the chairs.
“I want to apolo—”
“No need.”I lie because she should, and I should let her, but it’s becoming clear I am irrationally attracted to her, and we should limit the time we spend together.
I can’t walk around the office with an erection for three damn months.And I can’t fuck her until her contract is over.
She’s probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.But it’s more than just her beauty.Her dark brown eyes have a mix of pride and vulnerability that brings out a protectiveness in me.
Out of nowhere, I might add.
The only people I protect are my friends and family.
Gemma Ford is a business associate.
Nothing more.Nothing less.
Yet I gave her a week to get her shit together, and here she sits before me, a grieving widow with a tiny child.Not my responsibility.
However, I can’t stop thinking about the financial position she’s been left in.How difficult she must have found things when she tried to keep her husband’s company above water—an impossible feat, we now know—and what that did to her confidence.
Her pride as she fights to keep her chin up right now.
I want to round the desk, pull her to her feet, grip her neck and tell her to let out the scream I can see simmering in her chest.
Anthony Ford was not the man she thought he was.
Good one, Drew, that would crush her.
Which just adds to my growing list of reasons to hate him.
I can’t do any of those things, but I can throw her a bone.The one she asked for—not the one in my pants, unfortunately.
“To move forward, I want to have a frank discussion about what my plans are so there are no surprises.”
“That would be appreciated.”Gemma nods as I take in her smooth, slim neck and the thin gold chain she wears.
Is it significant?
Has she been touched since she became a widow?
I wonder a lot of things about this woman that I shouldn’t.
Does she pleasure herself late in the night when the city is sleeping?Does she think about my cock sliding deep inside her weeping pussy...or are those only my fantasies?
Yes.
Does she plan to remarry one day, or simply take a lover?
Would I want that man to be me if Gemma was open to it?An idea forms in my head, and before I can stop myself, I start talking.
“You can make up your missed hours by attending a fundraiser with me tonight.”
“Tonight?”Gemma’s eyes bulge.
“Yes.”
