Shit, did I just say giddy?Who the hell am I even?
I step on the gas a little harder, hoping to make it there a little early so I can stop by Brooklyn’s office before the meeting.
This is the first time, I realize, that when I’m not with the person I’m dating—are we dating? I’ll pull at that thread later—I miss them. I miss Brooklyn. Not because she’s the hottest fuck I’ve ever had, but because being around her is comforting. It just feels right.
I push aside the fear I can already feel bubbling up and focus on the fact that in two minutes, I’ll be seeing her smiling face again. I pull into my parking spot and jog across the parking lot. By the time I make it through the front doors and up the three flights of stairs, I’m a little winded.
I’m five steps from her door when Trent rounds the corner and almost runs into me. “Whoa, bro, where’s the fire?”
“I, uh,” I try to think of something to say other than I’m dying to see my sorta new girlfriend, but my brain goes blank and he quickly catches on. He looks over his shoulder toward Brooklyn’s half-open office door then back at me.
“I see,” he smiles like an idiot. “Someone’s got a little crush.”
A crush? Is that what we’re calling making her come six times in one night while being buried balls-deep inside her?Okay, no, can’t say that.
“Don’t be an idiot. Just wanted to ask her a question about the auction thing from the other night.”
He raises an eyebrow, telling me he knows I’m full of shit, but then just pats me on the shoulder and steps aside. “See ya in the meeting.”
I take a deep breath then knock softly on Brooklyn’s door before opening it slowly.
“Come in,” I hear her say in a muffled voice, but I don’t see her.
“Brook?” I look around the office until her head pops up from behind her desk. “What the hell are you doing?” I laugh.
Her hair is a little out of place, and the exasperated expression on her face quickly morphs into a big smile as she pulls herself upright and walks boldly around her desk and right into my chest. She throws her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.
“That’s one helluva greeting,” I murmur against her lips as I cautiously try to look over my shoulder to see if anyone is in the hallway to witness her very public display of affection.
“Hey, yourself.”
“What were you doing under your desk?”
“Oh, the stupid chair wheel keeps getting stuck on a cord and it’s pissing me off.”
I step around her and take a peek beneath the desk. I see the issue immediately. “You need to feed the cord,” I say, bending down to reach for it, “through this hole in the desk. Keeps stuff like this from happening.”
When I stand up, she’s leaning against the desk. “I was just too lazy to do that.”
I’m still on my knees looking up at her when her eyes glance down to my lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own.
“Don’t look at me like that.” My voice is instantly low and thick with desire.
“Like what?” She’s teasing me again.
I glance over my shoulder and lower my voice. “Like you want me to—”
“Oh, hey, Mr. Slade!”
I whip my head around to see my dad standing in the doorway of the office as a flaming red blush grows across Brooklyn’s cheeks.
“You two coming to the meeting?” He doesn’t seem to have caught on to anything, or if he has, he’s playing it off, very much something my father would do.
“Yeah, just helping her with a computer cord issue.” I stand up and awkwardly shove my hands in my jeans. I feel like I’m 17 again, getting caught with Hannah Baxter in my bedroom with the door closed.
My dad just nods and glances between us one more time before walking down the hall.
“We should—” She points to the hall and grabs her laptop as I follow behind her down the hallway to our biggest conference room.