He sighed. “So, I really screwed up my chances with you.”
I glanced over to see a stricken man, and he looked too damn miserable to deny him a minute of attention. “We wouldn’t have worked either way.”
“Really? I thought we were looking pretty good.”
“I was pretending to be happy when I wasn’t.”
“Huh,” He replied, his face turning pensive.
“You’re a great guy. And, honestly, Josie always brings you your coffee first.” His eyes shot up. “Just saying.”
“I’ve been wondering,” he murmured, a small smile on his face.
I laughed at how happy he looked. “She’s so pretty too.”
The man preened at being given a go-ahead. I almost rolled my eyes at how easy it was to change his mind.
“Ms. Blakely.” The darkness in his voice had me jumping. My Phantom stood behind me with a scowl on his face. “Can I see you in my office?”
I peered up at him, trying to decipher his expression, but he shuttered the emotions I’d been able to read so well the past few days. “Uh, sure. Let me just finish up this memo.”
“I’d appreciate you coming now,” he ground out and then stalked off.
“Pfft.Boss is being a little bit of an ass today, huh?” I said to Steven, trying to lighten the situation, but he’d ducked behind his computer as if he wanted nothing to do with my getting in trouble.
Of course he didn’t. The man still kissed up to the Stonewoods every chance he got.
The frills of my red skirt swayed as I made my way to Jett’s office. The black polka dots matched my black silk blouse as I waltzed in there. “Can I help you, Oh, Mighty One?”
“Really?” he quipped, one dark eyebrow raised. “You referring to me as your God now, Pix? Because I can be that for you. I’ll rain heaven and hell down on you every day if you want.”
I tried my best to roll my eyes, but he’d twisted up my stomach and caused the ache between my legs to start. His drive to all of a sudden be the man in my life excited me.
My nipples tightened and my muscles automatically strained toward him. He looked like a god, standing there with the sun cascading in through the windows to illuminate him from behind. His dark hair had grown out a bit, and I knew his five-o’clock shadow would leave beard burns on my skin when he kissed me. I resisted shivering in front of him. “What do you want, Jett?”
“We need to discuss the fifth section of the HR handbook.”
I racked my brain for what section that was. Normally, I would have known off the top of my head; I prided myself on recalling legal regulations. But I was too busy salivating and panting over him in those damn blue slacks to remember a thing. He had draped his suit jacket over his desk chair. His sleeves had been rolled up to show his muscular forearms and the Rolex he always wore.
“I’m sorry. What section is that?”
“The code of conduct section as it seems you’re flirting with Stevie out there and fucking me in here.”
“Excuse me?” I blinked once, twice. My drool at his appearance dried up while I recovered from the blatant insult. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.” He used his hip to shove off the desk and walked behind it so it stood between us. Then he sat down in his big leather chair and languidly curled his large hands around the armrests. “Although our handbook doesn't condemn fraternization within the company, we frown upon it.”
“Well, you ... I ... good to know, Jett,” I sputtered.
“Do you want the handbook to review?” He opened a drawer and slapped a file onto his dark, enormous desk.
“I don’t need to review anything,” I hissed.
“Are you sure? There are concerns.”
“Oh, well, if the concern is about me fucking my boss on his desk, you can rest assured, I’m fully capable of not fucking him again.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You know that’s a lie.”