I slap my forehead and squeeze my eyes tight, unable to dismiss the images of a hot, naked John “Jack” Rockford on top of me. A recurring thought does weigh heavily on my mind, though. What if Jack hired me because I’d be a liability if he didn’t?
“Are you okay?” The voice pulls me from my thoughts. When I turn to the woman in the coffee shop, she points at the register in front of me. “It’s your turn to order.”
“Ope, thanks.” I smile a goofy grin and shrug. With flushed cheeks, I order an iced latte to-go, and stand off to the side to wait.
My tummy dances at the idea of seeing Jack again today. Technically, I’ve seen him every day since I left—though not in person. He’s been dancing through my mind more than I care to admit. The promise I made to him was simple at the time. I’ve worked too hard to give up my dream job for a piece of ass. The best piece of ass I’ve ever had, mind you, but sex is just sex all the same.
A nagging feeling tugs at my gut, one that’s nearly impossible to ignore. It’s not just hot sex with Jack that I’ve been daydreaming about. It’s getting to know him better, too.
“Sienna.” The barista yells, and I swipe my latte from the counter. I don’t bother telling her it’s Sierra, but if this is an omen on how my first day will be, it ain’t lookin’ good.
I’m earlier than I should be, earlier than most other employees. The office is quiet when I arrive, giving me a chance to head to my office and spruce it up a bit before I actually have to start working. Excitement courses through me, knowing that my email signature and business card will now say “Sierra Alvarez, Director of Design at Magic Media PR.”
Once I make my way down the hall, I’m surprised to find my office light on. I hoist my box of personal effects on my hip and slowly open the door. My heart skips a beat when I spy Jack’s broad back. He must not hear me because he continues whatever he’s doing at my desk. Eventually, he senses my presence and turns to face me.
His eyes light up when he sees me, and a tiny prickle of heat rushes to my center. My brain knows that he’s my boss; it’s the rest of my body that still hasn’t quite gotten the memo. It’s almost criminal how hot he is.
“I didn’t mean to intrude.” He holds his palms out, standing up straight.
“It’s okay. I’m very early.” I take a step around him to set down my box. I’d forgotten how massive he is. My body quivers when I recall the feeling of all his weight pressed on top of me.
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!
On my desk is a white leather folio with my name embossed in the bottom right-hand corner. “What is this?” I run my finger over the fancy lettering.
“A welcome to the team gift.” Jack shoves his hands in his pockets, squaring his shoulders. “I wasn’t sure if you’d prefer black or white, gold or silver? So, I just guessed.”
“You guessed right.” I let out a little laugh and brush my hair behind my ear. “You picked it out?”
“All by myself.”
“Good job.” My teeth sink into my lower lip. In this nearly empty office, it’s blatantly clear to my soaking wet panties that I’m alone with the hottest man to ever walk the earth. I clear my throat and paint on a professional smile. “And thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His warm eyes hold an intensity that makes every muscle in my body ache with yearning. The way he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world, brings with it a feeling of pure intoxication. Dammit, I wish he'd stop.
“I’m sure it’s the standard welcome gift, but I appreciate it all the same.”
“No,” he says. “It’s not.”
My heart skips a beat. His white button-down shirt is undone at the top, showing off his naturally tanned skin, and the way his dark charcoal pants hug him reminds me that he has one of the best asses I’ve ever seen on a man.
“Have a great first day, Sierra.” My name in his mouth sounds like a symphony. He turns toward the door, but my voice stops him.
“Thank you, Mr. Rockford.” He looks at me over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “You don’t have to call me that.”
“Well, then what should I call you?”
He turns and faces me once more, leaning his shoulder on the door frame. “What do you want to call me?”
Is he flirting with me? After that talk about non-fraternization, I figured he’d steer clear of me. I’m secretlyveryglad he isn’t. “Well, you said your friends call you Jack. What do people at the office call you?”
“John, mostly.”
“Well, then.” I sigh and tap my fingernail on the desktop. “John it is.”
“But,” he hulks back into the room, heading straight toward me. “You met me as Jack, and if that’s what you feel more comfortable calling me, then Jack’s fine.”
My brain races. I’m very confused. This is not at all a good way for me to remove him from the “oh my God this man makes me come my face off” category into the “this is my boss” lane. The sad, freaky truth is that I don’t even know which one I want more. I thought it’d be my boss, but now that I’m around him again, all kinds of feelings are being kicked up. If this is how I feel about him after one night—Lord help me.