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An hour later I’m standing in the open doorway of Olivia’s office with two cups of coffee in my hands.
I decided to make the trip to Foster Enterprises after I left the rehearsal hall. I made a quick call to Sheryl, Olivia’s assistant, to find out how her boss takes her coffee.
One cream and one sugar.
I stopped at the café down the block from here, ordered the coffees and rode the elevator up hoping to hell that Olivia would still be behind her desk.
She’s not.
She’s standing, with her back to me, gazing out at the skyline of Lower Manhattan.
She’s wearing a navy blue dress and her hair is pinned up in a messy bun.
Her phone is to her ear. As she talks about lace bras, her ass sways a tempting beat I can’t ignore.
My cock can’t ignore it either.
The jeans I’m wearing don’t mask my erection. I don’t want to hide it. I want this woman.
I clear my throat to get her attention.
The sound lures her head back with a turn of her neck.
“Oh, I…” she pauses to smile at me. “I need to go. I’ll get in touch tomorrow morning to finish this up.”
She nods before she lowers the phone and places it on her desk.
“Alexander.” My name falls from her perfect pink lips. “Why are you here?”
I raise both coffees in the air. “It’s time for a coffee break.”
Her gaze darts to a clock on the wall. It’s past four p.m. and I have no fucking clue when she gets a break or if she even takes breaks.
“Have a seat.” Her hand waves in the air toward two white leather chairs that face her desk.
I advance into the room, kicking her office door closed with a push of my shoe.
It slams shut.
“Come sit next to me.” I point at the white chairs.
She looks at the office chair behind her desk. I imagine she spends most of her day in it, handling whatever issues come her way.
I can tell that she’s good at what she does and that she takes pride in it.
She rounds the desk, lowering herself into one of the chairs. I take a seat next to her, handing her one of the cups. “One cream. One sugar.”
Surprise flashes over her expression. “How did you know?”
“Intuition,” I lie through a smile.
“Sheryl,” she responds with a sigh. “Your attention to detail is impressive.”
I lean close enough to her that I can whisper in her ear. “The better you get to know me, the more impressive it becomes.”
Taking a sip from the cup, her eyes narrow. “What does that mean?”