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Authors: Kimber S. Dawn
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Mr. Jacobs?” My smile never wavers as the words ‘Fuck you bitch, don’t let me catch you in an alley’ flit through my mind.
“He said to call him Wesley.” I head towards the double doors of his office.
“It’s a quarter to seven, he isn’t expecting you, Ms. Reese.”
I call out over my shoulder still smiling, “Yes he is, Rachel. Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t look good on you.”
My palms meet the smooth dark mahogany of the doors before opening them.
Wes looks up from a file in front of him and snaps it closed, quickly putting it away. “Ms. Reese, you look absolutely stunning this morning. And your promptness…” His eyes glance at his watch, when they settle back on mine, they’re smiling. “…I appreciate it immensely.” The smile that slides onto his face makes my knees weak and I blush as the thoughts of what occurred between us the other night crowd my mind.
“Well, I should easily be able to keep you pleased then. If there is one thing I am, it’s prompt.”
My skin breaks out in chill bumps from his deep chuckle. But it’s my hardening nipples that embarrass the fuck out of me. I know if he looks, he’ll not only notice, he’ll comment too. I’m in the middle of praying he keeps his eyes on mine when he replies in a deep sex laden voice, “Stella, you already know exactly what I want, what gives me pleasure. And you and I both know that you have never been just one thing, not once in your whole goddamn life.”
Shit! I’m instantly bombarded with Friday’s little parting disclosure I so gallantly delivered before storming out of his house.
“Yeah, umm…about what I said Friday; please don’t give it any thought or, better yet, just don’t even remember it. It kind of just fell out before I could find my filter. I was pissed, and honestly, a hot mess after we… after you, well you know.” My face is begging him not bring it up.
“Completely understandable. And I haven’t thought of it once, until you mentioned it.” He smiles again before nodding to the chair in front of his massive desk. “Have a seat, we’ll be going over our schedule for today with Rachel in a moment.”
Oh. Yay! Fan-fucking-tastic! Just the mention of Rachel causes me to have to stifle a gag.
“Perfect.” I say cheerfully attempting to make myself comfortable for this wonderful upcoming torture session.
“If I may, I would like to apologize for the way I acted as well. In all honesty, it has been – shit, I can’t even say it’s been a long time. I can’t remember a single time when I’ve wanted something as badly as I want you. However, I’m sure that is neither here nor there.”
His dark green eyes pierce mine and a flutter of butterflies spring to life in my gut. But it’s his next words that just down right fuck my mind up. “Unless…You would be willing to go to dinner with me next Saturday. Just dinner.”
“Just dinner?” He nods.
Of course the bitch decides on this moment to interrupt us.
Rachel comes into the office and hands the schedule to Wes. “Here you go, Wes.” She remains standing directly beside him, her eyes scan the paper in her hand. “Okay, we’ll start at nine with that unknown author that wanted to meet with you, after that we have a meeting with the—“
Wes holds his hand up before saying, “Rachel, stop. Before you continue yapping on about shit I can clearly read, go and get Ms. Reese a copy of the schedule. She and I will go over it. You just answer the phone. I would say that I find this change in your behavior amusing if the reason behind it weren’t so obvious.”
Wow. Bitch you just got served.
I have to bite my tongue until the taste of metal fills my mouth to keep the smile from my face. My professional bitch look does not waver. Thank God.
“But, Wes. We always go over the schedule in the morning. And I don’t under—“
“Rachel, I have an intern directly under me that needs to learn every single minute detail of JPH. I
“He said to call him Wesley.” I head towards the double doors of his office.
“It’s a quarter to seven, he isn’t expecting you, Ms. Reese.”
I call out over my shoulder still smiling, “Yes he is, Rachel. Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t look good on you.”
My palms meet the smooth dark mahogany of the doors before opening them.
Wes looks up from a file in front of him and snaps it closed, quickly putting it away. “Ms. Reese, you look absolutely stunning this morning. And your promptness…” His eyes glance at his watch, when they settle back on mine, they’re smiling. “…I appreciate it immensely.” The smile that slides onto his face makes my knees weak and I blush as the thoughts of what occurred between us the other night crowd my mind.
“Well, I should easily be able to keep you pleased then. If there is one thing I am, it’s prompt.”
My skin breaks out in chill bumps from his deep chuckle. But it’s my hardening nipples that embarrass the fuck out of me. I know if he looks, he’ll not only notice, he’ll comment too. I’m in the middle of praying he keeps his eyes on mine when he replies in a deep sex laden voice, “Stella, you already know exactly what I want, what gives me pleasure. And you and I both know that you have never been just one thing, not once in your whole goddamn life.”
Shit! I’m instantly bombarded with Friday’s little parting disclosure I so gallantly delivered before storming out of his house.
“Yeah, umm…about what I said Friday; please don’t give it any thought or, better yet, just don’t even remember it. It kind of just fell out before I could find my filter. I was pissed, and honestly, a hot mess after we… after you, well you know.” My face is begging him not bring it up.
“Completely understandable. And I haven’t thought of it once, until you mentioned it.” He smiles again before nodding to the chair in front of his massive desk. “Have a seat, we’ll be going over our schedule for today with Rachel in a moment.”
Oh. Yay! Fan-fucking-tastic! Just the mention of Rachel causes me to have to stifle a gag.
“Perfect.” I say cheerfully attempting to make myself comfortable for this wonderful upcoming torture session.
“If I may, I would like to apologize for the way I acted as well. In all honesty, it has been – shit, I can’t even say it’s been a long time. I can’t remember a single time when I’ve wanted something as badly as I want you. However, I’m sure that is neither here nor there.”
His dark green eyes pierce mine and a flutter of butterflies spring to life in my gut. But it’s his next words that just down right fuck my mind up. “Unless…You would be willing to go to dinner with me next Saturday. Just dinner.”
“Just dinner?” He nods.
Of course the bitch decides on this moment to interrupt us.
Rachel comes into the office and hands the schedule to Wes. “Here you go, Wes.” She remains standing directly beside him, her eyes scan the paper in her hand. “Okay, we’ll start at nine with that unknown author that wanted to meet with you, after that we have a meeting with the—“
Wes holds his hand up before saying, “Rachel, stop. Before you continue yapping on about shit I can clearly read, go and get Ms. Reese a copy of the schedule. She and I will go over it. You just answer the phone. I would say that I find this change in your behavior amusing if the reason behind it weren’t so obvious.”
Wow. Bitch you just got served.
I have to bite my tongue until the taste of metal fills my mouth to keep the smile from my face. My professional bitch look does not waver. Thank God.
“But, Wes. We always go over the schedule in the morning. And I don’t under—“
“Rachel, I have an intern directly under me that needs to learn every single minute detail of JPH. I
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