Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
I reach out a hand to Baron, and he takes it, brushing his lips along my knuckles. “Let’s go, baby.”
7
BARON
Everyone has different personalities depending on who they’re talking to. I can joke around with the Heather I know, but this woman—a CEO at that—in her element at work is something else.
She’s different from the woman I fucked in her grandmother’s library. Different from my childhood crush who always rolled her eyes at me.
No, this Heather makes all my filthy teenage dreams come true.
Her curvy form in a tight black pencil skirt, a white button down, black stilettos, and slim glasses perched on her nose.
Well, damn. I wasn’t thinking about sex when I came here, only wanting to spend my lunch break with her, but now I’m harder than a crowbar. I can’t shake the image of her in that outfit bent over the desk.
As I sit on the couch in front of her, I prop my ankle on my opposite knee and drape an arm over the backrest, appearing nonchalant on the outside but horny as hell on the inside.
She smiles at me and holds up a finger as she talks to her secretary on the other line.
“Okay, put him through,” Heather says to the phone and presses the speaker, scribbling something on her notepad. “Lennon.”
“Hi, Heather. I heard about the August festival project. I don’t like it.”
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Good thing you’re not the one in charge then.”
I swallow down a laugh and instead press my fist against my mouth.
The guy sighs dramatically. “It’s a bad idea all around. Did you stop to consider our expenses?”
“Did you stop to consider how much we’re gonna make?”
“Listen, I know your father put you in charge—nepotism and all—but what does a 27-year-old woman know about business? Why don’t you travel the world, shop, and spend your daddy’s money?”
Oh, boy. He’s about to learn what it’s like to be on the business end of Heather’s wrath. It’s not going to be pretty, and I already feel bad for the guy. Or maybe not.
Heather leans back on her high-backed chair and steeples her fingers, one side of her mouth curling up. “It’s cute that two years ago when the company was losing investors left and right, you had no problem with me taking over. Now with our stock prices at an all-time high and investors are more than happy to rain their money on us, you suddenly think I’m not competent enough for this position.”
“No, that’s not … Listen, Heather.”
“No, you listen to me, Lennon. My patience is wearing thin, and these bi-monthly calls of you passive-aggressively urging me to step down are getting on my nerves. So here’s what we’re gonna do.” We all wait in bated breath for Heather’s next words, and nope, she doesn’t disappoint when she delivers the final blow. “My upbringing dictates I be more polite and civil to you, but you know what? I’m tired of you walking all over me like you can do even half of my accomplishments since the time I started working here. So … go to hell. Your absence will bring everyone joy.”
Heather doesn’t wait for a response and clicks the button to end the call. Pride blooms in my chest, and I stand, clapping slowly and whistling. “Goddamn, baby. I’m gonna steal that line one day.” I walk closer to her and brace my palms on her desk.
“I’m sure you can revise it in more colorful ways.” She raises her delicate brow at the paper bag behind me.
I grab it and take out one item after another. “Pink tulips, your favorite, Skittles, French macarons, and our lunch—lasagna from the Italian restaurant across your office.”
“These look so good, but I’m too exhausted to eat. I still have so many meetings—both at the conference room and online—and documents to sign.”
Stepping behind her chair, I reach around and press my fingers on the tense muscles of her back, kneading and using moderate pressure. Heather tilts her neck to one shoulder and then to the other.
I press at a spot by her shoulder blade, and she moans, the sound going straight to my cock. But, like I said, I’m not here to fuck her. If she’s tired, then it’s not the right time.
I’m ready to think of things at work just to calm my cock down, but Heather takes my hand from her shoulder and lowers it to her breast. With her hand over mine, she guides me in squeezing her tits.
So I guess it’s not just me. We are both horny.
I swivel her chair, and when she faces me, I get down on my knees, running my hands along her soft, smooth thighs and spreading them apart. I can’t do much since the skirt is tight but thank fuck for the design because all the buttons are in front.