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“Ready?” He gazes at me as the car door opens and holds out his hand. The Carrero building looms in front of us, and it feels like I haven’t been here in weeks. So much has changed in such a short time. He slides out of the car, pulling me with him, and straightens up as Jefferson shuts the door behind us. Normally, Jake would use the underground car park, but Jefferson has errands to run for him today, so we are being dropped at the front door. This is very public, right outside the main entrance to Carrero House in the morning rush. I take a deep, anxious breath, push down the onslaught of emotions, and nod, trying not to run away.
We are the talk of the building and very much confirming rumors while walking hand in hand through the foyer. I tense as we enter the building and resist the urge to pull my hand out of his as heads turn at our arrival. Faces glance our way with stifled grins and whispers as people pretend not to be staring.
Ugh, this is embarrassing.
I was surprised this morning to find my work clothes hanging in Jake’s closet, along with more of my outfits from my apartment. Apparently, while we were away, at Jake’s bidding, Jefferson had Sarah pack me some essentials for our return.
Nice to know my commanding man still exists in there somewhere.
I’m in my familiar gray suit jacket, pencil skirt, and my favorite Louboutin black stiletto heels. Like old PA Emma, except my boss is now casually leading me to the elevator with his fingers entwined in mine with the smug expression on his face of a guy who got a lot of sex before getting out of bed this morning. I shake my head at him, wishing he wouldn’t make it so obvious, but that glint in his eye serves as a warning that he will be far worse if I protest. I wouldn’t put it past him to pick me up over his shoulder and drag me to the nearest elevator to make out.
He throws me a warning eyebrow lift when I try to slide my fingers out of his, and I give up; he’s never been a guy to push. He has no qualms about making a scene and doesn’t care what people think about him.
Luckily, the elevator is full, so Jake’s wandering hands can only skim my ass briefly as he’s trying to be on his best behavior. We get to the sixty-fifth floor without too much drama or other people in the elevator making it obvious they are outright mesmerized. I know most of the building has been gossiping non-stop about our dancefloor kiss at the charity ball, and as this is the first time most can see that the rumor is true, people are looking our way.
Was that just over a week ago?
So much has happened in such a short time, and things between us got so intense that I can hardly comprehend that it’s only been a week. I can’t believe it’s only been days. I feel like Jake’s been with me for so much longer and that we spent a month on that yacht.
“Want to come to christen my desk?” he whispers as he pulls me after him to our old familiar offices.
“Jake!” I scold, my old PA mode kicking in, “When we’re at work, then I’m going to be the PA Emma you paid for.” I let go of his hand haughtily and walk forward quickly to my old desk, feet away, jumping with a flinch as he smacks my ass loudly, and about ten heads snap around to look. I hold myself in check from reacting.
“I swear to God,” I begin through gritted teeth, but he only smiles with a flick of his eyebrows before walking past into his own office, leaving the door wide open. My face flaming with embarrassment, I throw my bag onto my desk, pushing down the urge to throw something at him through his door.
I swear I may actually throttle him.
I note that Margo’s personal effects are gone already; she’s cleared this in anticipation of my return. I’m sad about this as I’d have loved seeing her again, a chance to talk to her about coming back.
“Miss Anderson, I’ve something that requires your immediate attention.” Jake’s voice floats through from his door, and I already regret coming to work for him. I push down my irritation, knowing that this will be sexual, except unlike old me, I can’t threaten to sue him to make him behave or brush off his advances anymore. I walk into his office and immediately turn and walk back out when I see him patting the new couch in his office suggestively, loosening his tie with a naughty look in his eye.
“Work! … Remember?” I yell back and stomp off to find a coffee; I will need it today. We need to set some ground rules about this working together, or I’ll end up choking him with his own tie.
“I forgot what PA Emma was like,” He yells back, but there’s only amusement in his voice, “I’ve changed my mind; I might fire you after all.”
I ignore him and instead begin pulling out all the files Margo has left for me, briefs for getting me up to speed on things I’ve missed, and other projects in mid-flow. I’ve missed a huge amount of work in the last month; this will be a nightmare to get my head around, and the last thing I need is Jake trying to get me naked in his office.
I glance up and spy Rosalie grinning at me from the outer office and smile back. She seems genuinely happy to see me, waving as she returns to her desk and continues working. It makes me feel a bit warmer inside and a little less upset with my boyfriend’s or boss’s overly public displays of affection.
An hour later, Jake comes strolling out to my desk, where I’m wading through all the documents Margo has left for me; I have two empty coffee mugs on my desk and a lot of scrunched-up notes in the bin. He’s lost his jacket and tie, his blue shirt is untucked at the waist with sleeves rolled up, and the collar is open; it’s devastating to me like it always is. I’m a sucker for this look on him; even without looking directly at him, my temperature soars along with my heart rate.
“I want to fuck you,” he utters quietly, leaning into my ear so only I can hear. My knees press together under the desk as I put my pen down and look up with indulgence at his serious face.
“Jake, first, will you stop calling it that? Second, no! We’re at work, to work. You get enough at home and this morning,” I whisper, looking around nervously in case anyone can hear us.
Maybe I should shut my office door from now on; Rosalie is within earshot most of the time.
“Fine, let’s screw, copulate, make love, have sex … whatever you want to call it. You’re ten feet away, wearing a tight skirt and stilettos, and I’m supposed not to feel horny? Bambina, please. I’ve got a convenient second room that locks, with a couch in there … remember?” He looks at me in a way that sends my organs into a frenzy, my body clenching ecstatically. He leans in close enough to kiss me without effort, his aftershave drawing me in.
I need to have more control than this.
I cast my mind back to the walk-in closet-type second room in his office and the last time I saw that couch months ago, before he ever kissed me, before I even knew how I felt about him, and I’m more than tempted.
“You can’t do this to me,” I pout, “It’s not fair.”
“You think this is a one-sided deal?” he laughs. “Baby, I’ve had to stop myself coming through here about eighteen times in the last hour, just thinking about ripping that skirt off and taking you on the desk. It’s not fair on me, looking like that and not being allowed to do anything about it.” He leans down and plants a chaste kiss on my cheek. “I’m going for a cold shower before I make good on that threat.” He walks off toward Rosalie’s desk in the outer office, looking particularly hot in his tailored gray pants.
“Jake, wait,” I blurt out impulsively. He turns slowly and looks me up and down, his face blank but his eyes heavy, his pupils dilated from his horny state.
Oh, God, how sexy he looks standing there. Screw it.
“Yes, Miss Anderson?” His voice is low, husky, and full of hidden intent, making my knees press together more firmly in response.
Jesus, what he does to me.
“I, Ummm, think I need you to look these over in your office,” I chirp brightly, deliberately getting up to walk sexily into his office without a backward glance. In full sight of the open door, I walk to his desk and bend over to slide the file forward just enough for my jacket to ride up and expose my butt in my tight skirt, lifting one foot slightly as though I’m reaching out, so my legs look shapelier in the confined material. The door shuts behind me almost immediately, and then his hands run up my thighs, igniting passion. I’m turned and thrown over his shoulder instantly. I let out a small squeal and giggle as he marches me toward that internal door.
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