CHAPTER2
Donovan
Jessica was late back from lunch. It didn’t bother me—she was such a good assistant I would forgive the minor infraction—but I was worried about her. For the past few weeks she had been… different.
Sad.
I don’t know how else to describe her demeanor, but that covered it.
I didn’t like that she seemed so unhappy, and I didn’t like that I didn’t know why either. Jessica wasn’t the kind of woman to discuss her problems, and especially not with me, but I got the impression she was in some kind of difficulty. I wished she would open up so I could help her.
I sipped my coffee, trying to work out what was going on in my pretty little assistant’s life.
She’d been working with me for a while now and if I was being honest I’d admit she was the best assistant I’d ever had. She knew what I needed without me having to tell her sometimes, as if she was in my brain. That intuition made us a perfect fit.
But she wasn’t happy.
Was it the job?
Was it me?
Was I overbearing? Too demanding?
I didn’t think it was me, but something was certainly wrong.
Thinking about Jessica was dangerous. As soon as her image flashed in my mind, my cock started to swell in my pants. She always had that effect on me. She was delectable. Innocent, beautiful, smart, and the way she looked in that tight pencil skirt yesterday…
My mouth watered just thinking about it. She had a gorgeous figure, great tits too. She’d leaned over the desk to reach for a pen from my drawer and I nearly came undone. It had distracted me enough from my conversation on the phone that I’d had to hang up so I could give her my full attention.
My desire for her was inappropriate.
She was an employee, but I couldn’t stop from lusting after her. It didn’t matter that there was over a decade between us. It didn’t matter that I’d been considering leaving the company and selling the business before she became my assistant. She was the reason I was still here. She’d helped me to find a renewed passion for my work.
Nothing could happen between us. I was too old for her. Most of the time I pretended I was protective of her, like a big brother would be, but the truth was she made my heart stutter in my chest when she was in my presence.
When I’d heard her mention her other half when on the phone my fists had curled into balls. Had I let her slip through my fingers? Had I allowed another man to claim what should have been mine?
The jealousy that rose inside me was both surprising and a little alarming. I wasn’t used to wanting women I couldn’t have. I was the kind of man who took what he wanted.
And what I wanted was her.
I’d been unable to stop my question from coming out harsh. I didn’t want to lose her to someone else—even though I didn’t plan to claim her either, which made me a grade A dick.
I didn’t expect her to tell me she had a sister.
She’d never mentioned a twin before. Thinking about it, Jessica never talked about her family at all. I had no idea if she was close with her parents, if she had an abundance of friends. What she did after she was done at the office.
For some reason, I now wanted to know.
I glanced down at my watch. It was 2:15pm. She was really late back from lunch and I was starting to get worried.
Just as I was considering calling her cell, she hurried up the corridor, looking frazzled.
I moved to the doorway of my office, leaning against the jamb.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Mr. Black.”
She tossed her purse on her desk and shrugged out of her jacket. “It’s fine,” I told her. “Are you all right?”