“He will be here at twelve. I have an hour carved out for the meeting because you have a conference call at one-fifteen.”
“Right. Okay,” I replied, looking at the day’s schedule, which was jam-packed. As busy as it was, Juliet was an expert in timing, always giving me time to regroup between meetings. As sexy as she was, she wasn’t just eye candy. She was sharp.
“Let me know if you need anything,” she said, turning toward the door to leave. My eyes immediately fell to her ass. The length of her skirt was inches shorter than anything she had ever worn before, the brown plaid fabric reminding me of a school girl. My thoughts of business and sex began to run together like watery paint. This woman was going to be the death of me. Suddenly, a mischievous idea came to me.
“Juliet,” I said, causing her to turn in the doorway.
“Yes, Mr. Brandfield?” she asked.
I realized then she hadn’t said my first name again since she had screamed it in my bed.
“Will you take your lunch break here today?” I asked.
“Sure. Do you need me to take notes during your meeting?” she asked in surprise.
I realized it was the first time I had asked her to join me for a meeting in the time she had worked here. Typically, all my personal assistants were with me for meetings and conference calls, but I had been keeping Juliet at a comfortable arm’s length for fear of being entirely distracted.
“Not exactly…” I said with a coy smile.
“Okaaay…” she said hesitantly, a curious smile touching her lips as her blue eyes studied me for answers.
“I thought I would order in from that lunch spot on the corner…” I started. “And you could serve it during the meeting.”
“Serve it?” she asked slowly, as if processing my request.
“I’ll have the order delivered to your office,” I said with a nod.
“You want me to play waitress?” she asked, a sharpness to her voice. I wondered if I had insulted her.
“I’ll give you the rest of the day off if you do it.” I shrugged, a smile tugging at the side of my mouth.
She seemed to think about it for a moment before laughing softly.
“Is this some sort of power play, Mr. Brandfield?” she asked, a playful look in her eyes.
“Maybe.”
“Some sort of role-playing thing?” She leaned back against the door and crossed her arms, her breasts pushing together with the movement.
“If that’s what you want to call it…” I answered, my eyes dipping to where her cleavage was dangerously close to pulling free from the white fabric of her blouse.
“Interesting. Do you want me to be naked, too?” she asked, raising a brow as her blue eyes turned to ice and her gaze narrowed on me.
I swallowed hard. “Is that an option?”
Color flushed over Juliet’s cheeks, turning them cherry red. “Maybe,” she whispered.
With that, she turned and opened the door, slipping out of it with a sway of her hips that almost had me on my knees begging to bury my face between her legs. It would be easy with that skirt. She closed the door behind her, leaving me with my fantasies. This was a dangerous game, and I wasn’t helping my case with my sudden idea. I wondered what else she would be game for.
The next several hours seemed to drag on with paperwork and video calls, with few drop-ins from Juliet. Once, she came in with my second coffee of the day. A cappuccino from the café downstairs. She smirked at me as she set it on my desk while I was in the middle of a video call, my attention momentarily taken from the older gentleman on the screen talking stock options. I smiled up at her, as she gave me a taste of what was to come later at lunch.
The second time she came in to shoo away a pesky junior assistant who had found his way in my office with too many questions and a nasally voice that was enough to get him fired on the spot. Juliet ushered him away, and with the way his eyes caught on her chest, he didn’t seem all that disappointed. If he weren’t an idiot, I would feel slightly jealous that his eyes were where only mine should be.
At 11:55, there was a knock at my door and Mr. Craddock walked in wearing a sharp suit, with an even sharper look in his eye. I could tell he was a straight shooter and was one to get down to business quickly. I appreciated his punctuality and straightforwardness as he strode into my office with a firm handshake waiting. I had already ordered food from the nearby lunch spot. A platter of deli sandwiches of various kinds. Vegetable, Rueben, roast beef, turkey club, with an array of condiments and sides. I wanted to make sure he had options. And that Juliet had her work cut out for her. If she was going to play along with this whole waitress thing, she at least had to work for it a little bit.
“Mr. Craddock. Thank you for taking our meeting in office today,” I said, shaking his hand slightly firmer than he grasped mine. I wanted him to know I was in control here.
“Wanted to be on your playing field, eh?” He eyed me carefully before sitting across from me in the leather wingback chair that faced the view that was most likely better than his own.
