Another step.
“Three.” She huffs. “I’m not kidding.”
Another step.
“Four.” She releases a groan. “Stop, you’re being annoying.”
I’m uncomfortably close, and she shifts on her feet.
“Please,” she whispers. She’s so calm it’s almost scary.
“Tell me why I should,” I say. I’m inches away and can smell her hair and the soap on her skin. Being this close to her is dangerous, but I can’t stop myself.
“You’re an asshole. I can’t handle you today.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever be able to handle me, Princess.” I pull her phone out of my pocket and hold it up. She rips it out of my hand, then storms out of the house. The door slams behind her, and I wonder what I did all those years ago that made her hate me so much.
When I walk out, she shakes her head at me before backing out of the driveway and then stomping on the gas. I blow her a kiss and wave.
At the office, it feels like Monday morning on crack. Blake enters with a stack of file folders, and by the look on his face, I know what he’s about to tell me isn’t good. He sets the folders on my desk next to the work I have to get done today before I leave if I want to take the day off tomorrow.
“Can you look over these contracts today?”
I stop typing, study the stack, and then look up at him. I’m not a fucking miracle worker. “Today?”
“There’s a last-minute director's meeting in the morning, and Mr. Crawford wants a full rundown of where we are with expiration dates. They are reviewing forecasts and market predictions and want to know how many more potential clients we can sign before the next quarter. Stacy is busy, and Julie called in sick.”
“What about Alyssa?” I ask.
Blake rolls his eyes because we both know she doesn’t do anything other than be the office eye candy in her super short skirts and low-cut shirts. Must be nice to be the CEO’s useless daughter.
I exhale, knowing I have no choice. “Fine.”
“Before the end of the day,” Blake reminds me before shutting my door behind him.
Leaning back in my chair, I pinch the bridge of my nose. I’ve only been here for twenty minutes, and the entire day is already fucked.
My door clicks open, and Alyssa struts in. She hasn’t been in my office since our arrangement began and we had agreed to meet on a different floor than our own. Her bravery is nothing more than an annoyance, especially considering the extra work I’m doing is because of her. I’ll make sure to give her what she deserves the next time I’m pumping my dick in and out of her mouth.
She leans against the door and smiles. Alyssa is sexy as hell with big blue eyes and a tight little body. She can blow me, but she can’t blow our cover. I lick my lips and look at her like she’s lost her fucking mind.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she says, her tongue slowly running over her bottom lip, obviously up to no good.
I stop what I’m doing and interlock my fingers together. “Alyssa, what are you doing?”
“I want you, Travis.” Her voice is sweet and sultry. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I swallow. I feel my dick slightly harden by her words and stand. I stalk to her and run my fingers through her hair grabbing her head and pulling her face close to mine. I hear her moan with pleasure. Alyssa is a sex kitten who loves getting off just as much as I do. She’s undeniably fucking hot, and the fact she's my boss’s daughter makes my cock salute a little higher. I get high on just the rush of sneaking around as it is, and there can't be anything more to us than that. And it needs to stay that way.
“If you get out of my office and don’t pull shit like this again, I’ll meet you in the supply room on the second floor at lunch and will make it worth every little second.”
She leans forward and takes my bottom lip between her teeth and growls. “Deal.”
When she leaves, I suck in a deep breath and adjust myself. Almost instantaneously, I start on the shitty busy work that Blake left for me, hoping it takes me less time than he gave me. One day I’ll get a project worth something, one that’ll allow me to prove my worth to Crawford Marketing, but today is obviously not that day.
VIOLA
I’m pissed, and Travis King is to blame. It isn’t the first time, and I’m certain it won’t be the last. Flaunting himself in that perfectly tailored suit that hugs him in all the right places makes me hate him even more. My mother always told me that life wasn’t fair and seeing him dressed like that is proof. I want to gouge out his beautiful dark brown eyes. Because of him and his stupid games, I’m rushing around to make it to the other side of campus. Travis set the foundation for my entire day.Asshole!