“And one more thing,” he said, pointing to the panties hanging out of the pocket of the trousers he’d just pulled back up. “These are mine now.”
With a kiss to my temple, I watched him leave. The man had blown my mind.
And that wasn’t all.
Mr. Stevens, one of the hottest men I’d ever seen, had done something to my pussy I didn’t even think possible.
I was ruined now.
Or was I?
* * *
7
Mr. Takayama
“Miss Jacobs… have a seat.”
My hands trembled as I sat in the rich leather chair across from one of the firm’s named partners, Mr. Takayama. In his mid-forties perhaps, his slightly bronzed complexion was that of a man who’d just returned from a ritzy, warm-weather vacation, probably somewhere in the Caribbean.
And now his dark eyes studied me. I did my best to confidently smile back, but I’d have been lying if I didn’t admit that the power and strength of his gaze was intimidating.
And wouldn’t you know, he was at least as handsome as Mr. Parker and Mr. Stevens.
Seriously. I was going to have to test the water in the office. Because there were too many absolutely molten hot men working there for it to simply be coincidence.
“How can I help you, Mr. Takayama?”
He folded his hands on top of his large, reddish-brown wooden desk. “Miss Jacobs, this is the end of your first week here at the firm, am I correct?”
“Yes sir,” I said, keeping my hands folded in my lap and my knees pressed together.
Please don’t let this be bad news…
Because after last night, my body was betraying me left and right. This morning, I’d shared the elevator with Mr. Parker and Mr. Stevens along with three other people, and despite the crowd, I was sorely tempted to fall to my knees to give one a blowjob, and let the other take me from behind right there, in front of everyone.
“Yes. It’s been one week,” I laughed.
And what a fucking week it had been. I was overworked, exhausted, and certain I’d never catch up with all I needed to do. But I’d also had the most amazing sex of my life with Mr. Stevens, and it didn’t seem it was just a one-off thing. At least I hoped it wasn’t.
“How are things going for you?” he asked, his voice tight. “Any… issues?”
What… was he getting at?
“Well, it’s my first week working in a law office, Mr. Takayama, so it’s been a learning experience. The pace is intense, but Mr. Parker told me to expect that.” I cleared my throat, speaking with more confidence than I felt. “I’m sure I’ll adjust.”
“I’m sure. And your tryst last night with Mr. Stevens?” he asked casually, my heart slamming against my chest.
What the fucking fuck? How did he know about me and Mr. Stevens?
Goddammit. I was really finished now. Here I thought I’d saved my job, but no. I was about to be out on my ass, regardless.
Fuck all.
Mr. Takayama was powerful. He could make or break a career, and I was just a piddly file clerk. There was no hope for me.
I’d never find work with a law firm again.