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Chapter 22

Via

“Via, is there a directors’ meeting today?”

“No. I don’t think so.” I texted Jason back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m one hundred percent sure. We’re only working with the beta team today.”

There definitely was a directors’ meeting today, but I didn’t want to tell him that. The last time we were together in his office, he’d mentioned wanting to have sex in the conference room right after a meeting.

I thought that was way too risky and way too bold. I was still trying to get over the ‘relaxation room’ incident and I didn’t want to do anything that could get us caught by my coworkers.

“Via, could you help me set up for our meeting today?” Mr. Barnes handed me a box of poster boards. “We’re going to keep things simple today and use these.”

I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d been spending so much time with him on our latest campaigns, or if constant sex with Jason made me more tolerant of people, but Mr. Barnes was becoming less annoying by the day. He was still overly enthusiastic and in need of severe “diversity training,” but for the first time in all my years at Ice Industries, I was learning to appreciate him.

I carried the posters into the conference room and saw that Jason was sitting alone at the table.

“Good afternoon, Miss Donovan. I hope I’m not too early for the directors’ meeting today.”

“Not at all.” Mr. Barnes came in after me. “You’re right on time. We’re going to start in about ten minutes.”

Shit...

Jason smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Mr. Barnes, just out of curiosity, was this meeting planned or did you spontaneously decide to have it a few minutes ago?”

“Oh no, it’s been planned for about three months now. We always meet on Thursdays whenever we get a memo about a new product.”

“Thanks for telling me that.” Jason gave me one of his lusty smiles. “I’ll have to keep that in mind from now on.”

I turned away from him and started setting up the poster boards for the brainstorming session. I could feel him watching me—making my body react against my will. As other people began to fill the room, I took a seat at the end of the table. Far away from him.

I thought he would text me during the meeting, so I kept checking my phone, but it never vibrated. In fact, he never even looked my way.

When the meeting was over, he began chatting with Mr. Barnes so I plotted my escape. I said goodbye to a few directors, gathered up the poster boards, and left the room.

I didn’t want to take the elevators—Jason could definitely get to me in there, so I walked down ten flights of steps to get back to my office.

I unlocked the door and hit the lights, exhaling. Then I turned around and saw him sitting at my desk, grinning.

I don’t have to explain myself to you...

I set the box of posters on my cabinet and started organizing my files, acting like he wasn’t in the room. As I was alphabetizing my associates’ letters, I felt him wrapping his arms around me.

“You lied to me.” He sounded amused.

“So?”

He loosened his grip and spun me around. “So?”

“Yes...So?”

He looked at me for a long time, letting his eyes roam over my body. He took several steps towards me, backing me against the wall.

“I’m going to make you regret that when you least expect it.” He kissed my lips. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

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Don’t call him....Don’t call him...

It was midnight. I was lying in bed, counting the number of cracks in my ceiling, trying to keep my mind off Jason.

I’d tried my best to resist liking him, but I couldn’t help it. We’d been having sex for almost two months, talking on the phone every now and then, and texting each other at work. Yet, it wasn’t those things that made my heart flutter; it was the small intimate things he did.

Since I refused to eat lunch with him, he had whatever I wanted delivered to my office and called me during my break so that we could “technically” eat lunch together.

He insisted on kissing me before and after sex—not the hungry, savage, ‘devouring-you-right-now’ kisses; the sensual, open-mouthed, ‘I-can’t-get-enough-of-you’ kisses. He called me “beautiful” every chance he could, and he always asked me out on a date, even though I turned him down every time.

I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that our affair would last, it was only temporary—a meaningless fling. It was only a matter of time before a younger woman, a woman who would immediately say yes to going out with him, would catch his eye.

I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying the newfound attention and the undeniable ego boost, but I was hoping he would find someone else soon. I needed to come back to my senses and stop behaving like some sex-crazed teenager.

Stop thinking about him, Via. Stop thinking about—

My phone rang. Him.

I didn’t let it ring more than once before answering it. “Hello?”

“Hello, Olivia. You’re up late tonight.”

“I have to be. I’m in the middle of doing some very important—”

“You’re in bed aren’t you?”

Ugh. “Yes...”

He laughed. “And the lies just keep coming, don’t they? Don’t even think I’ve forgotten about your first lie. I’m still going to get you back for that.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What are you doing?”

“I’m still at the office. I think I’m going to have to spend the night here. It’s been a busy week and I can’t keep up with all the paperwork.”

“More contracts?”

“Exactly. When a company’s about to go public, everyone wants to jump on the bandwagon. It’s a good thing for us economically, but it’s extremely stressful.”

“I can’t imagine...I’m sure you’ll—”

“You should come over.”

“What? I don’t think so. This afternoon was more than enough. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“We don’t have to have sex, Via. We can just talk.”

“Talk?”

“Yes. What we’re doing right now, except in person.”

“Um...No thanks. That’s a forty minute drive for me so—”

“My driver is outside your house with a town car.”

What!

I jumped out of bed and peered through my blinds. Sure enough, there was a driver standing in front of a black luxury car.

“What’s your next excuse? And don’t say your daughters because you told me last week that they drive themselves to work on the weekends.”

“I...”

“You know you want to come—no pun intended.”

Damnit...“I’ll have to think about it for a while and get back to you.”

“See you soon.” He laughed and hung up.

I rushed into my bathroom and brushed a light layer of foundation on my face. I threw on a pair of black slacks and a purple blouse and headed outside.

“Good evening, Miss Donovan.” The driver greeted me as I approached the car.

His driver knows my name?

“Good evening. Thank you for the ride...”

“Anything for Mr. Ice,” he said as he shut my door.

As the car sped through the city, I realized how beautiful San Francisco was at night—all the lights from the downtown skyline were shining brightly and most of the streets were clear.

The car came to a stop forty minutes later and I heard the driver say, “We’ve arrived Mr. Ice...Yes, of course.”

He stepped out of the car and walked around to my door. “This way, Miss Donovan.” Holding out his arm, he walked me into the basement of Ice Industries. He led me over to the private elevator and hit “JS.”

As we rode to the top floor, he kept his eyes forward and I could see him slightly smiling.

When the doors slid open, Jason was standing in front of me wearing a muscle shirt and work-out pants. It looked like he’d just taken a shower; his hair was still wet and I could see small damp traces on his shirt.

Why does he always look so good?

“Thank you, Greg.” Jason reached for my hand and walked me into his office. “Would you like something to drink, Via?”

“No thank you...Is your driver always at your beck and call?”

“Several people are always at my beck and call.” He smiled. “I would’ve come with him to pick you up, but I promised we wouldn’t have sex, so I thought staying here was the better decision.”

“You honestly think I would’ve had sex with you while your driver was in the car with us?”

He didn’t answer. He just looked at me and smirked.

“Come with me. I’m doing my work in here.” He motioned for me to follow him through three different doors, into an elegant living room that looked like it belonged in a mansion—not a corporate office.

“This is a well-designed room...”

“A rare compliment. I’ll have to type that up and get it framed.” He looked over my clothes. “Is that what you normally wear to sleep?”

“Why does it matter? I’m not here to spend the night. I’m just here to—”

“Wait here.” He disappeared into a side room and came back minutes later. “You can wear these.” He handed me a pair of red flannel pants and a black muscle shirt.

“You keep a stash of clothes for all your sleepovers with female employees?”

“Via, Via, Via...” He sighed. “Number one, they’re my pajamas and I’ve never shared them with anyone before. Number two, you are my first sleepover guest at corporate. Period. And number three, I told you that we weren’t going to have sex tonight, but if you keep up your sarcasm, you’ll be bent over my desk in a matter of seconds.”

I bit my lip to prevent myself from smiling. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall and to the right.”

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I walked away and locked myself into the most opulent bathroom I’d ever seen. It was huge: There was a marbled Jacuzzi in the corner, a glass shower that took up half the room, and double sinks with shiny golden fixtures that reflected against the wall length mirrors.

When I stepped back into the living room, the couch had been transformed into a bed and Jason was tossing pillows onto it.

“Do you stay late often?” I asked.

“I try not to. I prefer to be at home, but days like this force me to every now and then.”

“Interesting...Can your driver take me back home in an hour?”

He rolled his eyes. “Get in the bed, Via.”

“Not until you answer me.” I mocked his voice. “Or are you the only one who doesn’t have to answer questions?”

He walked over and scooped me into his arms. “Exactly,” he said as he tossed me onto the bed. “The remote is on the coffee table to your left. I’m going to read the rest of this document and then I’ll join you.”

I wasn’t sure why my heart started dancing at his last words—‘I’ll join you’—but I didn’t try to stop it this time. I watched him walk over to his desk and pick up a folder; he was soon lost in whatever he was reading.

I flipped through the channels and settled on a home renovation show. The hosts were gutting a fifties’ style galley kitchen and transforming it into a more modern one—complete with an island, a breakfast bar, and granite countertops.

While I admired their effort, I hated that they were taking so much of the home’s original character away; they could’ve at least saved the cabinets and refurbished them.

“This is the best show you could find?” Jason slid into bed facing me.

“I love these shows. Those designers are living my dream.”

“So why are you working here? Why not quit and pursue what you really want to do?”

“Do you know what the word ‘debt’ means?”

He pulled me close. “I wasn’t always rich...I’m just wondering why you’ve been in marketing so long if it isn’t what you really want to do.”

“My dreams had to be put on hold once I had kids...It wasn’t about me anymore. I had to do what was best for them. And I—”

Do not do this...Do not open up...This is not what you want...

“I just had to do what was best for them.” I sighed. “Do you have any children? Siblings?”

“I think you would know if I had kids by now...” He sounded confused. “I do have a little sister though.”

“Oh...I had a sister once. Does your sister work here with you?”

“No, she’s in grad school in Memphis.” He pulled me even closer so that I was nuzzled against his chest. “Were you sleeping when I called you earlier?”

“What do you mean, ‘was I sleeping’?”

“Were you sleeping or were you thinking about something?”

“Yes. I was thinking about sleeping.”

He laughed. “What time do you have to get up in the morning?”

“Eight...Are we really about to go to sleep together? You’re not going to try to do anything?”

He stared at me for several seconds, looking like he wanted to say something, something witty. Instead he planted a soft kiss on my lips and turned off the lights.

He rolled me over so my back was against his chest, and then he held me in his arms.
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