Page 126 of Stanton Unconditional

I smile at my phone. He’s calling me later. This is going very well indeed.

Joshua

It’s 11 pm and I am in Tatiana’s office doing a backup of the hard drives for the company’s computer systems before we close them down. Adrian and Alex are in the office next door and the offices are dead silent and deserted. Why did I agree to do this shit job? The security guards are outside and I have allocated extra staff to watch over Tash at her mother’s house. I haven’t had a minute alone to call her back yet.

Tatiana has been fawning over me all day. Why does she have to be so damn attractive? It’s very… distracting. I narrow

my eyes at the screen when I see in my peripheral vision her stretch out next to me. She’s wearing a skintight black secretary number that’s low cut with the biggest cleavage I have seen, and I know she has a suspender belt on underneath it. Adrian pointed it out earlier when he was making fun of her. “Would you mind if I stretched out on this desk and had a little nap?” she purrs.

I keep my eyes on the screen. “Not at all.” Void of emotion.

She’s been giving me double-meaning phrases all day.

This is sexual innuendo at its best.

“So, are you still with your girlfriend?” she asks.

“Wife actually,” I murmur as I keep typing, my eyes not leaving the screen.

“Hmm,” she replies. “You don’t seem like the marrying type.” I raise my eyebrows, just fuck off and let me finish this job.

“Why do you say that?”

She fakes a laugh. “Don’t you remember how you were dancing with me at the wedding? That was no married man dance.”

I roll my eyes. “I was trying to make my wife jealous actually.”

“Hmm. Does she get jealous very often?” she purrs again.

My eyes flick to her and she is practically lying across the desk and she has unbuttoned her two top buttons. Fuck.

I look back at the screen nervously. I need to get out of here. “You know I never understand why someone would want to get married and tie themselves to one person when there is so much pleasure to have in other beds.”

I swallow. “Really,” I answer flatly. I’m not having this conversation with her.

“You know, I was wondering,” she runs her hand up my arm, “seeing as we are going to be working all crazy hours while we do this upgrade, if we should try to get to know each other more intimately…if you know what I mean?” She slowly licks her lips and leans over me.

“No one will ever know.”