Chapter Three
Brooks
Who the fuck is this Bryan asshole, and why the hell was she afraid to take his call while in front of me, especially on her private phone?
It took all of my strength to not rip the phone out of her hand and tell the fucker that I would kill him if he called her again. She sure isn’t going to call him later if I get my way. It irked me how she smiled as if he could see her face. There was no doubt I could see her gorgeous lips curving upward for this fucktard. He didn’t deserve her.
I storm into my home, seething with pure jealousy. She’s fucking dating some asshole this whole time, but how could she? I keep her as insanely busy as I can. Most days, she doesn’t leave the office until seven. She attends every speaking engagement with me and every event as my assistant.
Who the fuck is this Bryan? I think to myself as I rush up to my bedroom and grab a suit since I’m done getting filthy for the day unless it’s with Taylor under me. Groaning, I picture her with this faceless bastard. Mentally, I try to remember any Bryans that live around town. There are several, but I can’t put a face to a name because they aren’t in my day-to-day life.
I managed to shower and get dressed in a new suit within fifteen minutes, but I needed to get answers before heading back to the SUV. She can cool her heels in the vehicle and think about how pissed off I am. Taylor may not know it, but she doesn’t want to deal with me now. I’m on the verge of losing my mind and taking her up against the nearest surface, dropping her pants, and sticking my huge, fat cock between those thighs to show her who the fuck is the boss.
I log into my account and access the city records, pulling anyone named Bryan. I find all three fuckers. Two are married, and toss those out. The last piece of shit is twenty-three and works for the power company in town. Son of a bitch. I know exactly who he is, and she’s going to end up marrying that dick if I don’t do something about it. He’d been in my office last week while I was in a meeting. She had to oversee an electrical update.
I pace around my office, thinking of what I can do. There’s got to be a way to keep them apart. Fuck, what am I saying? I can’t just go claim her. She’s a lot younger than me, and she’s my assistant, even though I want to bend her over every single hour of the day. Taylor makes me want to whip out my cock in the middle of meetings and push her under the desk to stuff it in her mouth to make dealing with them so much better. I’ve even pictured her sitting on my lap during conference calls, riding me, bouncing on my length while I try to pay attention.
Fuck, I press my hand to the thick length that’s stretching out my black suit pants, giving the meaty bastard a squeeze, hoping to calm it down. This isn’t the time to get hard. I have things to manage, and as mayor, my job comes first, not my lust for my assistant.
A rapid knock on my office door startles me, and I’m grateful as hell that I’d had the brains to lock the door before I came in here. “What is it?”
“Did you forget about me?” Taylor asks on the other side of the thick wood.
Did I forget about her? Fuck, sweetheart, you’re all I think about.
“No, I’m coming.” Almost in my damn clean clothes.
I turn off my computer and then go around my desk, opening up the door to find her there with her hand on her hip. “Is everything okay, Mr. Payne?”
“It’s Brooks. When we’re in private, it’s okay to call me Brooks, you know that.”
“It’s just easier this way.” I get she doesn’t want to slip up, but I want to hear her say my name from her lips. She has a husky, soulful southern belle sound, and I want to hear it fall from her pretty mouth.
“I suppose. Shall we go?”
“I’m ready when you are,” she says. I press my hand to the small of her back, leading her away from my office. It’s not something I haven’t done before, but this time, my body is in overdrive, and as if sensing it, a little gasp escapes her.
“Relax, Taylor. I’m escorting you to the vehicle, not to my bedroom.”
“People have sex in cars, too.” She slams her hand over her mouth, but the words are already out, and I’m too pissed to see straight.
I pin her to the wall inside, next to the closed front door, with my hands outside her shoulders. “Are you fucking guys inside cars, little one?” She shakes her head. “Use your voice.”
She releases a heavy breath. “No, I’m just saying. It’s not like it doesn’t happen in those places, too.”
“Be careful,” I growl through clenched teeth.
“Why should I? What’s it to you, who I screw and where?” she asks.
My hands balled into fists against the wall. “I have to look out for you. At least someone does. Your father fucking abandoned you.”
“Well, you’re not my daddy.”
“I’m your boss.” I push myself off the wall and then take her by the hand. I need to get her out before I drop the rest of the schedule so I can take her upstairs and keep her ass in bed to show her why it matters to me. I drag her to the SUV, where my driver is waiting. “Back to the office. We’re down to the wire.”
“Yes, Sir,” she sasses. I want to bend her over and spank her ass.
When we returned, she said, “I’m gathering all the files we need and my laptop.”
“Go ahead, I’m going to get my things before we meet with the sheriff, and then we’ll close up shop here until we’re safe to return.”
“Yes, Sir.”