“You know this will go a lot quicker if you tell me what you’re looking for.” I hear him say behind me. I know I’m probably standing with my ass in his face, but right now I don’t care. I’ve got a great idea.
; I shake my head and keep scrolling. “I need a heavily wood forest, a dirt path…”
Branson puts his hand over mind and directs me to a different folder. Once he opens it the screen is filled with a variety of exactly what I had been looking for.
I start browsing through the images and realize he moved closer. He’s glancing over my shoulder as I scroll through the different pictures. Finally, I find one that I think might work. I double click on it until it fills the entire screen.
I turn to Branson with my fingers crossed. “Get off the beaten track with the new Fitness Trainer sneaker.”
Branson’s eyes narrow as he mulls it over in his mind before he smiles at me. “I like it, but it needs some fine-tuning. We can put a model on the image running in the tree-lined forest wearing a pair of these bright colored shoes.”
“Yes.” I turn to him and rest my ass on the edge of his desk. He’s sitting so close, exhilaration shining in his eyes at the first valid idea in hours. “The tagline needs some work, but I like your idea.”
“Great. I’ll start on the image, I think I’ve got a model somewhere I can Photoshop in with a pair of shoes. You work on the tagline.”
I smile as I cross around his desk back to my seat. After about thirty minutes Branson touches my still scribbling hand. “Here, what do you think?”
I glance at the screen and know precisely why BPC Advertising is the best advertising agency in New York. Branson is a genius designer. He had darkened the tree-line forest with only a few rays of sunshine filtering through. The rays fall on the runner in the center who’s wearing a pair of Fitness Trainers. In the bottom right corner of the image is a front view of the new sneakers. “It’s perfect. Branson, you’re amazing!”
He smiles proudly. “Flattery will get you everywhere this time of night Miss Harper.”
My tummy twists at his words and I imagine a thousand places I’d like to go with him right now. “Then I’ll just have to keep flattering you,” I say with a husky voice as our gazes meet.
Branson’s eyes darken slightly before he glances back at the screen. “I look forward to it; let’s just get a tagline first.”
I shiver at the thought and glance back at the last tagline I wrote. I look back at the screen, and now it’s what the image needs. “Find yourself with Fitness Trainers.”
As soon as I mumble the words, I know it works. Most younger people are struggling to find who they are, hell, I still am.
“Riley, that’s perfect,” Branson says as he types furiously on his keyboard. I move around the desk and look over his shoulder as he quickly positions the tagline and selects an appropriate font. The end result is staggering.
It’s punchy, it’s different, and we did it together.
Without thinking I squeeze Branson’s shoulder. “We make a great team!”
Branson swivels around in his chair with a broad smile. “We do.”
Our eyes meet, and suddenly our brilliance fades into the background. At this moment it’s just me and Branson and the simmering desire we’ve been ignoring for days.
His hands reach for me and grab my hips, pulling me into his lap. I don’t consider fighting against it; I want this as much as he does. As soon as my hips meet his lap, I feel his desire beneath me, pressing against my heat.
I look at him and see my own hunger mirrored in his eyes. “Riley…” Branson’s voice is low with a hint of danger, making me want him even more.
“Branson…” I taunt back.
The corners of his mouth tilt into a cocky grin as he threads his fingers into my hair. At first our lips brush, barely touching, but the desire from his lips radiate against mine. Unable to wait any longer I run my tongue along the seam of his mouth, teasing him to open for me.
He smiles against my mouth then allows my tongue to slip inside. It’s a mix of scotch and Branson. Heat gathers between my thighs as our tongues brush against each other, experimenting with the texture and flavor.
His hands are all over me. One hand caresses my back as the other reaches for my breast. I want him, and I want him to know how much I want him. I reach between our bodies for him. His arousal is thick and firm in my hand, making me want him even more.
Suddenly his hand tugs my hair. He pulls my head back and exposes my neck. He trails kisses from my mouth down the column of my throat causing me to whimper with need and want.
With my head still tossed back, it strikes me; I’m making out with my boss in his office.
Embarrassment quickly follows shock as I jump out of his lap. Branson watches me, his eyes heavy with desire, and his lips swollen from our kiss.