Page 32 of Saved By the CEO

Mr. Bennett locks the door behind us. The click sounds unnaturally loud in the otherwise quiet office.

“The desk.”

I walk over to it on shaky legs, but before I can climb up, I turn back to him. “Mr. Bennett, are you sure?—”

“Andrew,” he interrupts. “We’ve been over this.”

“Andrew,” I correct myself, then try again. “Are you sure about this? Doing it here? At work?”

He takes a measured breath. “If we have to do this regularly, this is the most practical solution.”

He has a point. I tell him as much.

“So I guess we’re on a schedule now?” I say.

“Seems like it.” His brow furrows. “I wonder why your fever isn’t back yet. It’s been almost a week.”

I shrug. “Maybe it’s like periods. You can estimate, but it’s not exact.” Then a thought occurs to me. “Or maybe it’s because I kissed Josh the other night.”

His head snaps up. “You what?”

“What if it messed with my hormones or something?” Even as I say it, I know how ridiculous it sounds. That kiss hadn’t exactly set my world on fire. I’d left Josh’s apartment less turned on than when I’d walked in. Dry as a desert, I tell you. Crickets. Tumbleweed.

I wrinkle my nose. “Actually, never mind. Probably not.”

Something flashes across Andrew’s face. I can’t quite place it, but he does not look pleased. Is it the HR policy thing again? I should have kept my mouth shut.

I take a seat on the desk. “Should we maybe get started? You have a meeting in an hour.”

The second the words leave my mouth, I regret them.

One of his eyebrows lifts.

“I didn’t mean this would take an hour,” I say quickly. “I just meant you might want some time afterward, and?—”

His lips twitch. “Right.” He steps forward until he’s standing between my legs. Then he lowers his voice. “I need access.”

My body reacts immediately.

I undo my fly. He starts to reach into my pants, then stops.

“They’re too tight,” he says. “I don’t have enough room.”

“Do you want me to take them off?” I wish I could say my voice is steady when I ask, but that would be a lie.

“Yes.”

I start inching my jeans down, but Andrew doesn’t step back to give me room. Instead, he takes over.

“Lift for me.”

I obey, and he slides my jeans the rest of the way down my legs before setting them aside.

I can barely breathe.

He catches my gaze and holds it. Then he places his hand between my legs and cups me through my panties.

There’s something different about him this time.