I want nothing more than to climb back onto him and to let him ravish me, but this is my boss. How did I allow my hormones to take over so quickly?
My breath comes in winded pants as I watch him.
“I need to go,” I whisper before I leave his office.
7
Branson
I arrive at the office after another restless night. Last night’s make out session with Riley threw gas onto the blazing inferno that resembles my desire for her. My receptionist greets me and wishes me luck as I head into my office to gather my things. I have about fifteen minutes before the Fitness Trainers executives arrive.
I pick up the coffee waiting on my desk and before I even manage to take a sip my eye catches the chair behind my desk. Last night with Riley was more than I expected. The passion between us was hotter than anything I ever fantasized. Who knew underneath that cool and calm exterior hides a deviant woman? I didn’t.
It only makes me want her more. But I know that probably isn’t going to happen. It shouldn’t happen.
I glance at the array of papers scattered on my desk covered with her scribbled handwriting. Besides being a sexy minx, she’s also clever which turns me on even more. Her mind works at the same speed as mine, and before last night I hadn’t successfully brainstormed with anyone before.
It was like we were in sync on so many levels; creatively, sexually, and … my mind trails off. I can’t be thinking about Riley right now because I have a meeting to present and I need to focus.
The line on my desk buzzes, I put down the cup of coffee and pick up the receiver.
“Riley wants to see you,” my receptionist informs me.
I take a deep breath and sigh. “Send her in.”
I lean against the edge of my desk and cross my arms, I’m not trying to seem rude, I just can’t chance touching her right now. I’m afraid if I did I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Riley steps into my office looking as fresh as a daisy. Her eyes are shining and the sunny-yellow blouse she is wearing over a pair of black pants, brightens up my entire office.
“Good morning, Miss Harper.” I watch her with guarded eyes; I haven’t decided how to handle our incident, so I play from her lead.
“Hi, Branson. I just wanted to make sure you’ve got everything you need for the meeting.” Riley smiles at me as if nothing had happened. As if my hands weren’t on her only hours before.
My lips twitch with the start of a grin, a cocky grin. Two can play this game.
“Yes. I do. And thanks for your help last night.”
Her eyes momentarily widen. “It’s my pleasure. It was fun.”
“Yes, it was. I haven’t had such fun designing a campaign in a long time.” I’m taunting her, I know I am, but I can’t help myself.
“You’re good at what you do.” Riley smiles secretively and glances at me from beneath her lashes.
“I like to be. Especially when I’m inspired.”
Before Riley can answer me, there’s a brief knock on my door and my receptionist steps in. “ The Fitness Trainers execs are here. I brought them to the main boardroom.”
“Thank you.” I nod at my receptionist and meet Riley’s gaze again. Her eyes are twinkling with mischief. “Would you like to have some more fun? Join me for the meeting.”
“Really? I mean I’d like to, but these are your clients.” I can see she’s bursting to join me.
“They’re BPC Advertising’s clients. You work here, don’t you?”
Riley nods and tugs her bottom lip between her teeth again. “Yes…”
“Well then, you should be there.”
I gather my things and follow Riley to the boardroom. After I introduce her to my oldest clients, I set up my laptop with the overhead projector.