“And yet here we are,” she pops off. “Do we have a deal or not?”
“Deal,” I agree, but I’m already mentally finding the loopholes in the deal. She said I would leave her alone. She didn't specify for how long, so I'll let the term stand for tonight and pick up my pursuit again in the morning.
I smiled to myself, knowing how pissed she's going to be when she realizes I've poked holes all in her plan.
My heart leaps into my chest, and my cock starts leaking a steady stream of precum in my pants as she leans over toward me and presses her lips quickly to mine before she pulls away just as quickly.
I'm having none of that shit, though. I expected her underhanded dealings and grasp the nape of her neck, dragging her across the seat to me and deepening the kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth, as I press her body flush up against mine.
Her breasts press against my chest, and her hands come up to land on my shoulders as I seek out her tongue and twine mine with it.
She whimpers into my mouth and softens beneath me.
Triumph roars through my veins. She can pretend she doesn't want this, but she wants it just as badly as I do. Her body betrays her.
I drink from her lips like I'm a starving man and she's the last drink of water I'm ever going to get.
When she finally wrenches herself free from my arms, we stare at each other, both panting heavily. Her little chest heaves up and down, and it takes everything in me not to drag her onto my lap and rip that dress from her body to see what her pretty nipples and pussy look like.
“Now, unlock the damn door.” She tries to put venom in her words, but it falls flat when her voice comes out breathy, betraying her.
I click the door unlocked. She stumbles out and stands on shaky legs.
“Goodnight, kitten,” I call after her.
She growls as she slams the car door shut and flounces off into her apartment building, leaving me laughing. I already can’t wait for tomorrow when I can see her again.
six
Sharon
The next morningI wake up to a text from Charlie. I don’t have him programmed into my phone, but I know it’s him. I don’t even wonder how he got my number because he’s my boss, so I know he pulled it from my file just like he did my address.
Don't take a taxi. Wait for me. I'll drive you to work this morning.
I frown at my phone. My lips still tingle from his kiss. It doesn’t help matter that I dreamt of his perfect blond hair and infuriating blue eyes all night long.
I hop into the shower and clean myself up. I woke up with wetness in between my thighs, and it's all his fault.
I'm not a total idiot. I know how girls rub themselves to get off, and I’ve tried, but I've never been able to make myself come. It's really pathetic because I'm twenty-one years old and have never had a proper orgasm, but that's where we are, and fucking Charlie has me all frustrated because of that kiss and I hate him for it. Not only because we can't be together but also because he’s a pushy, arrogant prick.
Why did he have to go and give me the most amazing kiss I've ever had in my entire life and ruin me for all other men? I don’t want to know what I'm missing. It'll put a girl in a bad mood to be sure.
I glance down at my phone again when I hop out of the shower and see another text from him.
On my way.
If he thinks I'm going to fall into line and obey his every command, then he's got another thing coming. I rush to hurry up and get dressed in record time so I can leave early before he gets here.
I hail a cab in no time and try not to smile smugly as I make my way into the office. I plan on already being at my desk and having some of my work done and even having his cup of coffee heavy on the cream, sans salt, sitting on his desk waiting for him.
I'll be the model employee coming to work sooner than expected—and without having to ride with him. He'll find out quickly that he's not going to push me around, and I'm going to be the best damn employee he’s ever had so he can’t justify firing me.
Not that I really think he would fire me, especially now that our parents know we’re working together. My ears are still ringing from my mom's squeal over the phone last night when she found out I'm working for him. She's ecstatic for some reason, like she thinks it's going to bring the whole family closer.
I snort. Yeah, right.
The elevator dings and I make my way over to my desk, only to stop up short when there is nothing where my desk should be. What the—?