The woman on top of me, my one-night stand, Leena, keeps moving over my covered cock, which is no longer hard because I am looking at my PA, whose brown pupils expand as she takes in the sight before her. As if this day couldn't have been more embarrassing, I have finally reached my last straw.
"Oh, God!" Cynthia drops the files and sheets of paper she was holding as her hand slaps over her mouth.
She shakes her head, shutting her eyes, and before I can find something to say, she turns back and runs after slamming the door shut behind her.
"Fucking hell!" I growl, lifting the woman over me by her arms and gently placing her on the floor.
As I get up, I see her round face staring at me with small eyes decorated with winged eyeliner.
"Ethan, what's wrong?" she asks, stepping toward me as I pick up my suit. "Let's continue, baby."
The voice that had once sounded sweet to me now annoys me. After I am done putting back my suit, I move to face her. She is grinning at me, blinking with bright eyes. She places her palms over my chest, gazing at me lustfully.
"Leena..." I sigh, pushing her hands away from me. "I told you it would just be a one-night stand. You're a beautiful woman, but I am not the man for you."
"But you left your calling card!" she protests.
I can already see the tears forming in her eyes, and that sends a pinch of regret to my chest.
"I didn't leave it, Leena. It dropped from my wallet. I'm sorry if you thought something else, but you and I..." I point to the space between us. "We just can't happen."
She looks at me in disbelief. Her naked body is not turning me on for the first time. Don't get me wrong. She is super hot, but right now, my mind is occupied by a very new employee who seems to be doing the turns in my head—the said employee being someone I cannot approach for sexual relations at all. That fact is just pissing me off further.
"I hate you!" Leena hisses.
She huffs, bending down and picking up her underwear and dress. While I watch the door, she moves behind me and puts on her clothes. I form my hands into fists, my body going desperate with each passing second as I wait for her to finish covering herself.
When I hear the sound of her zipper sliding, I find myself facing her again. She keeps her frown in place as she ignores me and moves ahead. After picking up her purse from the desk, Leena walks to the door, but she stops short while opening it. She turns to me and lifts her middle finger to give me the fuck.
"You're an asshole, Drake. I hope you stay celibate for life."
She moves her ass in an obscene gesture and is out the door without bothering to reply.
As curses go, that might be the worst thing someone has ever said to me.
"Damn..." I rub my face as I wait for the door to open and for Cynthia to walk back in.
If she were standing outside, she must have seen Leena leave. I lean a hip against my desk and wait. When time passes, and she doesn't come, I am forced to give up my wait and walk towards the door myself.
Outside, I don't see her anywhere. From behind her desk, Martha glares at me when she sees me walking toward her.
"Where's my assistant?" I place a hand over her counter, giving her a no-nonsense look.
Martha pushes her glasses up her nose. "You mean the assistant you just scared to death. What were you thinking, Drake?"
If it were someone else instead of Martha, the informal way of her addressing me would have immediately resulted in the person being fired, but Martha is Martha. She has been working with us since my Dad was the boss, followed by my Mom. She has known me since my childhood, and her addressing me informally has only ever ended up making me feel absolutely ridiculous about myself.
"Where is she?" I scowl.
"She went that way..." She points towards the conference room behind her. "If you're lucky, which I hope you aren't, you may find her not puking."
"Thanks," I mutter as I round past her towards the conference room.
As soon as I turn the knob, I hear a feminine gasp from inside. Cynthia is standing with her back to the screen, her eyes widened when she sees me entering the space. While I shut the door behind me, I quickly realize that we are the only ones inside, which thankfully means she hasn't passed the news on to anyone.
The conference room is occupied by a large, round table in the middle with chairs surrounding it and a projector screen at the other end. The room is dark, illuminated only by the blue light of the projector, and it bathes her in a neon glow.
"Mr. Drake!" she exclaims. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were..."
"No, that's not your fault," I tell her while moving toward her. She moves a step back when we are face to face with the blue light now illuminating us both in the darkened room. "You shouldn't have seen that. It wasn't ethical of me. If you want, you can file a report against me with HR. I would understand."
"I can?"
Her question takes me by surprise. Gone is the panicked look on her face as she blinks at me with twinkling eyes.
Fuck! Why did I say that? I completely forgot that this girl has nothing but bad opinions about me.
"You can but..."
"But...there is a but..." She folds her arms over her chest, raising a finely shaped eyebrow for me.
For someone who claims to be poor, she sure does put a lot of effort into her appearance.
"There's always a but, Miss Lucas." I give her a stoic look, shoving my hands inside the pockets of my dress pants. "You may take it to HR, but I don't think they would bother with it since it was an honest mistake on my part. I didn't intend to make you uncomfortable."
"So you just happen to fuck random women in your office?"
I feel the tick in my jaw as the sly smirk on her lips becomes visible.
"No, Miss Lucas...they aren't usually this random. Sometimes I even fuck women I have known for a few days," I throw back at her. "My resume has been very satisfactory on that part, according to the said woman."
"Oh, really?" If it isn't an illusion of the light, I think she has moved a little closer. She is now leaning against the table, eyeing me sideways. "I sincerely hope you never extended that routine to your employees, Mr. Drake. The HR sure would have a say on that matter."
"Why?" I take a step towards her, erasing the space between us by a few inches. "Would you like to try, Miss Lucas? I assure you, you would be the first."
Unlike some women, who might have taken that offer in awe, Cynthia appears almost prepared for my words. Her expression remains unbothered, her eyes scanning my face. With her back towards the projector, the blue light doesn't fall on her face anymore, but that only makes me see that she glows on her own.
It is not just her face. It is her personality I am becoming attracted to. I haven't had someone who challenges me with that intensity for a long time, and Cynthia Lucas provides a rather convenient distraction.
"Are you that confident about yourself, Mr. Drake?"
"Am I, Miss Lucas? You tell me."
She tilts her head as if she is studying me very minutely. The action makes the blue light fall on one side of her face, making the skin glow so tenderly that a vision of tracing her delicate throat with my tongue gets my mind. I fist my hands inside my pockets, fighting the urge to do the same.
"Nah..." She straightens back, shrugging her shoulders. "I'll pass."
I know she is kidding, but God, that feels like a blow to my ego. That's not what I wanted to be blown away today. My mind was a little more south.
No, I wasn't thinking of Miss Lucas's lips on my cock at all.
Absolutely not!
I wipe the nervousness off me, replacing it with my usual hard features.
"Do what you want to do, Miss Lucas, but I warn you..." I move further close until her chest is softly brushing against my own, and she is craning her neck to look at me. "You might have gotten the upper hand on me today due to that act, but you won't have the opportunity again. I won't let you escape me so easily."
"And what if I still do?" she remarks with the same strength in her words.
A corner of my lips tugs up, forcing me to fight hard to maintain my straight face.
"Then I'll find you, Miss Lucas. I'll find you and bring you back because you aren't going anywhere," I say, stressing my words.
The space between us burns hotter. She parts her lips, her legs moving just a fraction against mine. We are so close that we could be touching any moment, but we won't. The scales have equal weight on both sides this time.
"Mr. Drake..." she exhales. "I won't report anything to HR."
I smile at her statement, a hand sliding out of my pocket to reach for her. I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tip it up, exposing her sexy throat as a feast for my eyes. She sucks in a breath as I lean forward until my mouth brushes against her earlobe.
"Good girl."
