My hand shot up to my ear and I was, in fact, missing one of the gold hoops I had worn last night. I quickly removed the other one and tucked it into my purse, cursing under my breath.
“Perhaps that guy from last night has it…” said Sarah suggestively.
“Who?” I asked innocently.
“The handsome guy you were making out with on the dance floor before disappearing out the side door.”
“Oh. Him.” I smiled up at her, knowing this was torturing her.
“Is he your boyfriend?” asked Sarah excitedly.
I shook my head. “Just someone I met recently.”
She nodded, somewhat satisfied with my answer. “Well, you two are cute together. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, girl,” I said, feeling happy myself. And confused. And exhausted.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Sarah quickly went back to her desk to take a seat. I sucked in a breath when Chester popped his head in the office, looking freshly shaven in a black suit. He looked like he had slept twelve hours. So unfair.
I quickly looked at my computer, nervously twisting a stray strand of hair around my finger.
“Mike, can we have a chat?” he asked, his voice so businesslike.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Brandfield,” said Mike nervously as he approached Chester.
My heart began beating out of my chest as I watched them walk across the hall to Mike’s office, closing the door behind them. I looked around the room to see everyone else was just as nervous as me, but probably for different reasons. As if noticing my panic, Mia smiled at me before sauntering over.
“Uh-oh. The hatchet man has arrived. That means someone is getting the axe…” she said, looking toward Mike’s closed door.
“That’s Chester Brandfield?” asked Sarah, and I could see her gears turning. Maybe the club had been dark enough that she didn’t get a good look at him.
“Mhmm,” said Mia with a nod. “Now,whoaround here is the most expendable? Probably the one who is the newest…”
She looked at me with a smirk that made my stomach drop.
Chapter 12
Chester
I had been disappointed to find Juliet gone when I rolled over in bed this morning, my sheets still smelling of vanilla, lavender, and sweat, reminding me of just how many times I had taken her all through the night. She was relentless in her need for more, and I was just happy to give it to her. From the front. Side. Back. Any way I wanted it, she let me give it to her.
It had been just after 7 a.m. when I woke up, the sun barely peeking through the large windows of my bedroom, the light a confirmation that she was nowhere to be found in my room. Once I rolled lazily out of bed, I strode through my apartment to see if she was in the bathroom or helping herself to coffee, but I was alone. And fully spent.
Naked in my kitchen, I brewed a strong pot of coffee that I intended to drink all of. As I waited for it to brew, the sound of water hissing and popping, I smiled at the counter next to me. Juliet had been sitting there just hours before after a midnight snack of whipped cream and raspberries just before she spread her legs and pulled me into her. The whipped cream tasted even better off her rosy nipples.
Fuck. How the hell was I supposed to work today?
Just as soon as the memory made me smile, it was fleeting as my mind took over. I wondered why she hadn’t bothered with a goodbye or at least a note, especially after the night we had. Most women overstayed their welcome in my apartment, if they were lucky enough to even stay the night. I was a master at coming up with excuses on why they had to leave in the middle of the night, as I wasn’t a fan of the awkward, drawn-out goodbye where they had the question of “Where is this going?” in their expectant eyes. It never went anywhere.
Yet, here was Juliet, apparently not able to get out of my place fast enough. I would take it personally if I hadn’t felt her tremble around my cock as she screamed more than a handful of times throughout the night. There was no faking that. I pushed off the counter, letting whatever was stewing inside me dissipate. I knew I would see her later. She had to know that too. I wondered if she really thought she could avoid me when I was the head of the company, herboss’sboss.
I made it clear just who I was when I made a surprise appearance down in the accounting department just after I got to work. The look on her face had been priceless when she saw me. If her facecould somehow drain of color and flush with heat at the same time, that was what was happening on her makeup-less cheeks. She must not have had that much time to get ready this morning because her hair was still damp and her face was bare, and she still looked perfect. It was an actual feat to tear my eyes away from her and acknowledge the rest of the accountants in the room.
The wink might have been too much, maybe even a little risky. I noticed how her desk-mate’s jaw had dropped a little when she caught the little exchange between us. But I couldn’t help it. The sex had been incredible. Hell, the whole night had been, from our banter at the bar to dancing at the club to tasting her in the limo. All our inhibitions had tumbled away, leaving us to explore this new situationship we had found ourselves in.
I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with someone I worked with. Office flings were always complicated. But there was something about Juliet that I couldn’t stay away from. Maybe it was the way she was nervous, yet sexy all at the same time. Or the way she looked good in everything. Or the way she could banter with me with humor that came naturally to her. Or maybe it was the way she said “fuck me” in a way that made my cock obey like it was tethered to a leash.
It was only that morning when I realized that whatever was going on between us couldn’t end yet, no matter how risky or complicated things got. Maybe we would never have sex again, though I really wanted to, but I wasn’t done with her just yet. Which was why I decided that Will’s idea of her being my personal assistant was actually genius. I needed someone desperately. A day without an assistant had been hell, withanswering my own phone and flubbing a few meetings. Why not fill that void with Juliet? I’d be able to see her all the time, boss her around a bit, get a couple more glimpses at those amazing breasts.
