“You too.” She calls out to me, but I’m already half-way back to the office door. I breathe a sigh of relief the minute I’m back inside, but my feet still move at a rapid pace. She’s right, my backpack is nearly breaking my back. Everything I own is inside.
I set my bag back at my workstation and decide to do a little scoping out. I need a place to sleep. Somewhere out of the way. Somewhere no one will find me. For a contemporary office space, you’d think they’d have more comfortable options for visitors. Not this place. There are stiff, modern chairs that look better than they feel, conference rooms, and kitchen tables and chairs in the break room.
By the time I’ve made an entire loop around the office, it’s clear that everyone’s gone home. I check everywhere and there doesn’t seem to be a suitable sleeping option. Everywhere except one place.
The lights are off in Max Ford’s office. The worn soles of my shoes press into the carpet as I make my way down the hall. I strain my neck, peering into the glass window. The fading light casts all of his furniture in shadow. Then I see it. A giant leather sofa at the far end of his office, an office that’s bigger than most apartments in this town.
I bite back a smile, already feeling the relief of sleeping on a plush couch, but the feeling’s fleeting. When I turn the handle of his office door, it clicks against my fingers. Locked!
I didn’t want it to come to this. I take another quick peek around the office and pull out the bobby pin that’s keeping my bangs from my face. My hair falls into my eyes as I jimmy the metal edge into the lock until it emits a loudpop!
Relief floods my body. The door squeaks open and the unmistakable smell of fresh, clean man smacks me in the face. As I make my way back down the hall to grab my bag, I pull the folded, faded picture out from my pocket. The only photo I have of my birth mom who died when I was little, the only person who’s ever truly wanted me.
I give the photo a little kiss and smile. Once I return to the office, my body instantly melts into the sofa. I grab the cashmere blanket draped over the back and settle in. Then I let out a yawn and say a quick silent prayer of thanks to Max Ford, because tonight I’ll be sleeping in the boss’s office.
2
Mr. Ford
I don’t havetime for this shit. How could my personal assistant forget to bring my work laptop to my house? He knew today’s lunch meeting required every ounce of my attention. He knew that it was crucial that he hand deliver the laptop to my building so that I could continue working when I get home. And he knew that it would be his ass on the line if he failed to do anything that I told him. He’s as good as dead in my book. When I tell someone to do something, I expect it to be done.
Thank God the restaurant was just down the street from my office. My finger jabs at the elevator button in the empty lobby. The door opens immediately and the car jerks beneath my weight as I step inside. My fists ball at my sides. Sometimes if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.
I loosen my tie and unbutton the top two buttons on my work shirt. I wanted to be home by now on the sofa with a glass of bourbon, my work, and zero distractions. The elevator dings and I step out onto the eleventh floor. The office is dark when I get there, abandoned after everyone’s gone home for the night, which is probably for the best. When things don’t go my way I get angry.
My keys jingle in my hand as I make my way down the hall toward my office, but when I go to slip the key in the lock I notice the door itself is open. My jaw clenches. I know I locked my office. There’s too much classified information in here; I’d never be so careless.
Slowly, I creek the door open and peer into the darkness. That’s when I notice the outline of someone sleeping on my couch. I creep inside, keeping my eyes on the dark figure the entire time. Who the hell would have the balls to sneak intomyoffice and take a fucking nap?
I’m about to find out.
Slowly, I walk over to the couch, careful not to wake them up. I want to have the jump on them. Foot over foot I pass my desk to get a better view. As I creep closer, the light from the window presents a slow reveal and I see who’s sleeping on my couch. My jaw unhinges, and for a brief moment I cannot believe what I’m seeing.
Everything stops when I see her.
Curled on the sofa is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Her hair shines in the moonlight, tossed to one side, showing off the gentle curve of her neck. My mouth waters wondering what that smooth, sweet skin of hers tastes like. Her full, round chest rises and falls with each rhythmic breath she takes.
All form of logical thought oozes its way out of my brain and all I’m left with is the thundering urge to pin her to the sofa and never let her out of my sight. She’s dead asleep. She doesn’t even know I’m here, that I’m watching her.
My hand immediately jolts to my cock, stiffening uncomfortably in my pants. I rub my shaft to give it some relief. Uncontrollable lust pulses through every pore in my body. My sudden, intense need for her is unexplainable.
My top lip quivers against my teeth. This unexpected Sleeping Beauty is mine. Mine to have. Mine to hold. Mine to sink my cock into until she begs me to stop.
As if sensing my presence, the beautiful stranger stirs in her sleep. I lick my lips watching consciousness cross her face. Her long lashes flutter open and she takes a long inhale through her nostrils. It takes a moment, but when her eyes finally bat all the way open she looks at me for an entire beat before realizing she’s not alone.
Sleeping Beauty jolts into a sitting position. The cashmere blanket that’s normally draped on the back of my couch falls from her chest revealing a very skimpy tank top, showing off her delicious curves. Her breasts jiggle as she jumps to her feet.
“Oh my God!” Her sleep ridden voice is lined with panic. “I’m so sorry. I must’ve fallen asleep.” The blanket falls from her grip, revealing her short little sleep shorts. My self-control is failing me. All I can imagine is gripping the waistband with both hands and pulling until I get a glimpse of her sweet center.
“Sorry?” I ask taking a step toward her. My shadow engulfs her, draining the light from her face and leaving her in darkness. Yet, I can still see the fear in her eyes. “Not yet you’re not. But you will be. Sleeping in the boss’s office?” I click my tongue against my teeth, loving watching this helpless lamb of a creature stir like I’m the big bad wolf.
Her mouth opens and closes in an attempt to find words. Her feet shuffle on the spot as she tries to regain her composure. It’s like she doesn’t know what to do, or where to go. Like she’s scurrying under my command. And I love it.
“I take it you know who I am.” Olivia nods, shifting from foot to foot.
“Max Ford.” She seeks out.
“That’sMisterFord.” I correct her. “But I don’t know who you are, and that hardly seems fair. Tell me your name.” I say.