“What’s your favorite?” Kent contributed to the conversation.
“Pretty Woman,” Meara said.
“Is that a comedy?” Sean wondered.
“Kind of,” Meara replied.
I picked off a bit of bagel and threw it at her. “You don’t even know if it’s a comedy.”
She laughed, and it was music to my ears. She broke off some bread and tossed it back at me, hitting me in the chest. I acted wounded and slid out of my chair. Meara pinched another two bits and threw them at her other suitors.
Kent brushed his off, looking displeased. Meara took the criticism in stride, going back to eating her lunch quietly. We didn’t discuss anything even remotely important. There were still dozens of considerations we needed to iron out and things that had to be shared before we could all go to bed together, but Meara wasn’t in the mood.
I waited for another day before logging my complaint. I figured that if Millie wasn’t on the mend, Meara wouldn’t be back in the office. Our little intern had brought us all together and then just left us hanging. Kent was as difficult as always, and Sean was on my back, pushing me to make it all go faster.
I called Meara into my office and asked her to shut the door. She gave me a playful look that told me she understood what was on my mind. Instead of offering to go over the latest stock tips or algorithms, I opened my arms.
“We shouldn’t do this in the office,” she said shyly.
“We absolutely should,” I disagreed. “Come here.”
Meara pushed away from the door, her feet making light work of the distance between us. She sat down in my lap, acting like a demure princess sitting on Santa’s knee. I twirled her around to face me, forcing her to readjust. Sliding my hand up into her hair, I pulled her lips down onto mine.
It was heaven when we met. I’d missed the taste of her so much. Her tongue was soft and warm, and the feel of her chest rising and falling so close to mine was erotic. I knew I could take my time and undress her. I could gather her in my arms and slide my cock up into her right there in the office chair. No one would stop me. More than half of the people I worked with were in on the game, and one quick text to Sean would make sure that any unexpected clients were put on hold.
But I didn’t do it. I sealed the kiss and leaned back, regarding her with a deep satisfaction. “You should go seduce Kent,” I said.
Meara traced the collar of my shirt with one finger, lighting a fire across my throat. I swallowed thickly, reconsidering what I had just asked. Maybe it would be better all around if I fucked her right then. Maybe Kent could wait, and I could send her over to his office already primed and ready to go.
I put a hand on her knee and caressed it lightly. No. Kent was the first hurdle to overcome. He would want a chance to be with her on his own terms. I couldn’t interfere. I had to take a hit for the team and put my own agenda on pause for a second. It would be worth it in the long run.
“Are you sure?” Meara purred, making my choice and my crotch even harder.
“I’m sure.” I scooped her off my lap, looking up apologetically. “I think the man needs some convincing. He’s been wishy-washy since the meeting in the conference room.”
“Wishy-washy?” Meara repeated.
“Yeah,” I told her. “He definitely needs you to show him the way.”
“I think I can do that,” she said thoughtfully. “But what if he has an appointment?”
I pulled up Kent’s schedule and saw that it was wide open for the next two hours. “Nothing until one.”
“Can I count on you to keep the phone from ringing?” she teased.
“I can’t promise that it won’t ring, but I’ll make sure no one follows up with an office visit,” I replied.
“Okay.” She walked back to the door, throwing a sultry look over her shoulder.
I groaned. What the hell had I just done? I’d passed on a perfectly willing minx, sending her over to my colleague’s office instead. I must have lost my mind. Watching her go, I thought of all the delicious things Kent was about to experience. Luckily, I knew firsthand just how sensual Meara could be. My time would come again; I just had to be patient.