Chapter Two
Abigail didn’t know if she should submit her letter of resignation. It was in her hand.
After she had sex with Roman last night, he’d disappeared into what she assumed was the bathroom, and without waiting for him to return, she grabbed her clothes, or what she could find, and ran out of there. She left her panties and bra. At least, she had her dress.
She ran out of that room and the club and didn’t look back.
Roman Brown was a force to be reckoned with, and what scared her was the attraction she had to him, without knowing who he was.
She couldn’t deny there were things about him that were familiar.
His size and shape, along with the sound of his voice.
She’d recognized him, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.
Abigail stepped off the elevator, hoping to gain a sense about what she should do, only to find the problem sitting in his office.
He was on the top floor of his building. His office had floor-to-ceiling windows, and she was afraid of heights, so she often steered clear of the windows. Her only focus was on him, and as she moved to her desk, he cleared his throat. A sheer sign he wanted to talk.
Most of the time, it was only the two of them on this top floor, unless he took emergency meetings; otherwise he had conference rooms downstairs. It didn’t mean they were alone the whole time. People from each department regularly had to talk to him.
She was the one who arranged his schedule, and should have known Saturday mornings were his catch-up mornings, where he finished whatever work hadn’t been dealt with through the week.
Abigail clenched her hands, holding onto her resignation letter. She loved this job. She loved working for Roman. He was such a sharp person, astute, and yet he wasn’t an asshole either. Not unless he was dealing with an asshole.
Right now, she was stepping into the lion’s den. She walked toward him and couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, she had come on this man’s cock.
Damn it, she didn’t want to be thinking about sex. Not around her boss. Not like this. She was already aroused and felt the wetness of her pussy through her panties. This was so unprofessional.
“If that is a resignation letter, I suggest you tear it up, because there is no fucking way I’m going to accept it,” Roman said.
“After last night—”
“Nothing changed after last night.” He looked so calm as he stared at her.
“Are you kidding? We had sex!”
“Out of work hours, and I do not order you to have sex. There is nothing wrong with us having a working relationship as well as a physical one.” He pushed his chair back, and got to his feet.
Abigail hated how good he looked in his business suit. They were always expensive, and that was because he had them tailored to his body. She’d been with him during his many fittings, answering emails on his behalf.
She didn’t take a step back. “This is unprofessional.”
“It’s only unprofessional if we make it so. I have no interest in shooting you an ultimatum, but last night taught us both something, Abigail. It’s up to you if you want to pursue it.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You don’t?” he asked.
“No, absolutely not, there is just no way this can happen,” she said, but in the back of her mind, she wanted it to happen so badly.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Roman leaned against his desk, arms folded, and he looked so confident and calm.
“Let me get this straight. You didn’t like my mouth on your pussy, or how my dick felt deep inside your cunt.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I’m not offering you forever, Abigail. Think about it, we’re both here most of the time. We travel together. I have needs, you have needs, and we can make this work.”
She frowned. How did he make it sound so appealing?
“You do realize this breaks so many rules.”
“What rules?” Roman asked. “I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to. This is not me telling you what to do. I’m giving you options. I want you. After last night, I know you want me. We could make this work, and we wouldn’t need to find anyone else to sate our needs.”
“What about work?” she asked.
“Nothing changes. We continue as we are, just at the end of the day, the moment I’m not Mr. Brown and you’re not Miss Gardner, we become Roman and Abigail, and your pussy belongs to me, just as my dick becomes yours.”
She shouldn’t be tempted, yet she was.
Dating was not an option for her. She didn’t want to do the dating apps, and the truth was, finding anyone willing to have a relationship around her busy work schedule was just never an option.
“I’m ... not what you think I am,” she said.
“You’re not?”
“I’m boring and I’m a prude, and I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said.
Roman took a step toward her, then another. “The woman in my arms last night was no prude, nor was she boring, and she certainly knew what she was doing.”
With him this close, she found it hard to think. She tilted her head back and looked at him.
“I can see it in your eyes, Abi. You want this, you’re just afraid.”
“I love this job.”
“And I would never take it away from you. You earned this role. It’s yours. Always.”
“Relationships are messy.”
“True, but you and I will be different. Aren’t you tired of fighting this? Fighting what we have?”
She was. Last night had been amazing. Even when he took the mask off, she’d been shocked, and the truth was, delighted at the same time. The reality of their situation only came to her when he went to the bathroom, and that was when she took her quick escape.
“Think about it,” he said.
He stepped away, and that pull was broken.
“Now, there are three files on your desk I need you to organize. Something isn’t right, and I don’t like it. Can you find it for me?”
“Yes.”
“Also, get Nate on the line. I need to talk to him about his current proposal. I don’t like the cost he’s offered for advertising.”
“I’ll get to that now.”
Abigail didn’t have time to think, as she left his office and quickly got Nate on the line for Roman.
Next, she had to go through all three files to see what was off with each one.
Several of the contracts hadn’t been signed by the respective managers.
While Roman was on the call, she grabbed her cell phone and the three files, and went to each floor where the forms hadn’t been completed.
Once that was done, she had to deal with an HR problem.
Then, there was lunch.
Roman had also arranged a quick meeting in his office, which she gathered coffee for, sat in, and made the necessary notes.
The day went by with one job after another.
Most of the staff left by one o’clock on a Saturday, but Roman was in his office, dealing with international problems in the company. Abigail checked through his schedule, made the necessary arrangements, and before long, it was five in the afternoon, and their day was over.
She didn’t have a single second to think. She worked through her lunch break.
Getting to her feet, she made her way inside Roman’s office, and he’d loosened his tie, along with a couple of buttons at the collar.
“Close the door, Abi,” he said. “And come here.”
The command in his voice instantly turned her on, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt she was in a lot of trouble.
****
All afternoon Roman had been swamped with call after call, meeting after meeting, and he was growing a little pissed off with having to put time on hold with Abi to deal with work.
Abi walked to the door, then stopped and turned to look at him.
“Actually, why don’t we go to dinner?” she asked.
He got up from his chair and rounded the desk, leaning against it. He really wanted Abi to come closer to him, so he could put his hands all over her.
“Dinner?” he asked.
“Yes, dinner, where we can talk and negotiate what you propositioned this morning,” Abi said.
The flush to her chest gave her away, as well as the blush staining her cheeks. His woman was aroused. He knew if he pushed, he’d get what he wanted, but now his curiosity was piqued. He wanted to know what was going on in that head of hers.
“Fine.” He reached onto his desk, picking up his phone, and dialing the Italian restaurant that always had a reservation for him. All he had to do was call in and they would have everything ready for him. It took less than three minutes to arrange a table. “Are you ready to go?”
He noticed Abi made her way to her desk, grabbing her jacket and bag, and then proceeding to keep her distance.
She didn’t come too close as they made their way onto the elevator.
Roman knew exactly what she was doing, and rather than find it annoying, he actually found it endearing.
She was trying to create space between them.
She was worried she wouldn’t stick to her guns.
He was okay with that. Invading her space was not something he had planned, especially not to make her uncomfortable.
However, he did stand close enough to be able to smell her soft, floral scent.
From the moment she had worked for him, that scent had driven him crazy, and even now as they made their way down toward the parking lot, he wanted to ask her what it was. He stopped himself.
The elevator doors slid open, and he placed a hand at her back, leading her to where his vehicle was waiting. He always had a driver. Abi drove with him enough times.
She greeted Carl, and his driver nodded at him, as he told him where to go, then slid into the back seat next to Abi. His leg brushed against hers, and he watched as her hand clenched up, and he couldn’t help but smirk.
“It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” he asked.
He leaned in close so his lips were right near her ear, and she let out a little sigh and nodded. “Yes.” She quickly cleared her throat. “Yes, it’s a lovely night.”
He didn’t touch her, other than his leg.
The city was busy, as it often was on a Saturday night, but the drive to Luis’s place was always a quick one.