Isaac waves him off. “Don’t worry about me, I already ate.”
I have to keep from laughing because there’s a very good chance Isaac’s lunch was feasting on my best friend. Grabbing the remote to the television in the corner, I search for the channel Alejandro’s press conference is on. The guys take a seat in the chairs opposite mine, and while I remain focused on the TV, I can feel Jamie’s eyes on me. My entire body is hot, and a blush spreads across my chest. Jamie opens the paper bag, pulling out two chicken Caesar salads, offering me one.
“Thank you. You really didn’t need to bring me lunch,” I insist, shifting my gaze to the salad, but really just anywhere except Jamie’s gorgeous brown eyes.
“Needed to be sure you were eating. Rumor has it you and Olivia are prone to skipping meals.”
He’s not wrong, so there’s no use in arguing. I take the salad and add the dressing, then shake the container until it’s properly combined. The press conference begins, and I’m grateful for the distraction. I’m not sure what Jamie thinks he’ll get out of it, but if nothing else, it’ll be good for him to see what kind of man his father is politically. I’m only partially paying attention, devouring my salad faster than what would be deemed ladylike. It doesn’t help that I’m always starving. I had breakfast, but I swear this baby is eating every calorie I consume.
The press conference is brief, announcing an expansion of a few of their rail lines to reach suburbs. I vaguely remember a meeting a few weeks ago to approve the project, but with my focus on expanding meal programs in schools statewide, I’d forgotten all about it. As it’s wrapping up, Isaac has an alert on his phone. He excuses himself, leaving Jamie and me alone.
With Isaac’s comments earlier playing in my head on repeat, I blurt, “Do you have plans on Monday?”
“I’ll be getting everything ready for Bakersfield.”
“Oh,” I sigh in defeat.
His boyish grin I’ve come to adore makes its appearance. “I already blocked off the morning in my calendar in case you wanted me to go to the doctor with you.”
“It’s just an ultrasound appointment.”
“It’s justyourultrasound appointment. If you want me there, I will be.”
Am I ready to have him involved with this part of my life? I chew on my lip as I consider it. If we’re really going to make this work, he needs to see what this pregnancy will entail. “I’d like you there.”
“Then I will be.” Jamie stands and rounds my desk, then cages me in with his hands gripping the armrests. “Purple looks good on you, mama. I’ll see you later.”
He kisses me, and I can’t help gripping his tie to keep him here. Chuckling against my lips, he slips a hand between my thighs, hiking up my dress. The material is forgiving, and I spread my legs for him. He teases the seam of my panties, then slips two fingers inside me, making me gasp. His playful kisses become urgent, and I swear there’s a deep rumble coming from his chest.
Curling his fingers twice, he drags them out, then brings them to his lips. “I knew you’d be wet for me.”
I grip his cock through his pants. That rumble I heard returns as a growl, and I let out a satisfied hum, unable to hide my amusement. “And I knew you’d be hard for me. That's why I asked Isaac to be here.”
Jamie leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. “I should go before I fuck you right here on this desk.”
“You should.” I cup his cheek and kiss him again, nipping at his bottom lip as we break apart.
“Do you still want me to stay with you this week?”
“Yes.” I nod a little too enthusiastically, and it earns me a laugh.
“I’ll check out of the hotel and meet you at your place after.”
I’m about to steal another kiss, but he pushes off from the chair and smoothes out his tie. There’s an undeniable bulge in his pants, and when he also notices, he slips a hand into his slacks to adjust. This is exactly why I wanted Isaac here—there’s no way Jamie and I can be left alone without something happening. I’ll feel a lot better about everything after we talk to human resources, because if I can’t handle being in the same room with Jamie without mauling him, it’ll only be a matter of time before we get caught.
He walks out, glancing over his shoulder once before closing the door behind him, and I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face.
25
Jamie
After spending the rest of the week at Aubrey’s apartment, living next door to her has been my own personal hell. The urge to knock on her door each night is overwhelming. I don’t want to sleep in my bed without her, but we agreed that we need to schedule time alone to slow this down, or we’ll end up moving in together by the end of the month.
This morning, I’m swamped with meetings and coordinating with local news stations to confirm their coverage of our first stop. The hours slip past me and my alarm chimes on my phone—Aubrey’s ultrasound is in an hour. I set up a rideshare to pick us up in fifteen minutes, then make my way toward her office. I love that she has gatekeepers, but it’s only a matter of time before someone gets suspicious of me stopping by as often as I do. While HR is apprised of our relationship, Aubrey and I agreed to keep it quiet for now. There’s nothing worse than office gossip.
Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I send Aubrey a text that I’m down the hall. She insists it’ll be okay if I come by, but there’s a good chance she just wants me all to herself since wehaven’t shared a bed for three nights. I hate sneaking around, even if it’s for the best—for now. I wait a few minutes, then brave her gatekeepers, offering an awkward wave as I open Aubrey’s office door.
“You do realize they’re onto me,” I jest after closing the door behind me. Aubrey’s at her desk, and when she glances up, her eyes are glassy. “What’s wrong?”
