Tess #2
Even though the boss was gone, the rest of the team cleared quickly. Except for Brett, who stayed and helped gather my belongings. Thankfully, he didn’t try to chasten me for my outburst.
“Well. Nice knowing you,” I said when he handed me my briefcase.
He gave me a sympathetic smile as he walked me to the door. “I’ll show you where to go.”
But Scott was waiting on the other side of the threshold. “I’ll show her there myself, Brett. Thank you.”
A familiar look passed between them, one I’d seen before when I’d been out at the club and two men were fighting over who would get my attention. Usually without any regard to who I wanted to give my attention to. Men and their cock fights. It was sweet coming from Brett.
Scott, though, only proved he was the worst of the players. The kind who didn’t want the toy for himself but didn’t want anyone else playing with it either.
Fuck him.
“Sure thing, boss,” Brett said with not-so-veiled animosity.
Not that Scott cared or even noticed. He was striding away before the words were out of Brett’s mouth, obviously expecting me to follow.
Stupid me, I did. Like a trained puppy. His footsteps were so quick, I had to hurry to keep up. I didn’t even dare throw a last look over my shoulder at Brett, who I was pretty sure watched after us the whole time.
He wasn’t the only one. Heads turned as we passed other employees; whispers followed behind me.
Either the word had already gotten out about our standoff—not unlikely considering how fast the team had left the conference room—or it just wasn’t often that Scott marched women to his office, which was clear at the other end of the hall. A corner spot, of course.
The long walk should have given me time to pull myself together, to come up with an acceptable apology and save my ass.
Instead I used the time to validate my anger.
After coming on to me at our first meeting, followed by a full whole week of ignoring me, after his complete disregard for my time or my agenda, after his constant scrutinization of my presentations, after he’d patronized me and played on his phone and probably fucked both Eden and Kendra, he was lucky I hadn’t made more of a scene than I did.
I wouldn’t be as nice when it was just the two of us behind closed doors.
He knew it too. He ushered me into an office the size of my entire apartment, and I could feel the tension between us as I walked past, a thread strung so tight it was bound to break.
And break it did when the doors were closed, and suddenly I found my back pressed against them with Scott caging me in. In shock, I dropped my briefcase to the floor. His face was inches from mine, his blue eyes dark as they pierced into mine before drifting down to my lips.
“This is your fault,” he said, and the weight in my stomach dissolved into a hundred butterflies as his mouth crashed over mine. His lips moved hungrily. Tasting me first, then devouring me. As soon as my own lips parted, his tongue licked greedily inside.
And this was why I was doomed.
Because even though I was trapped between his body and solid oak, I was pretty sure he would have let me go if I’d pushed him away.
But I couldn’t push him away. I couldn’t make my hands do anything but grab onto his lapels and pull him in.
I moaned as he deepened the kiss, his palms coming up to my face so he could direct even more than he already was.
My hips arched into him. My pussy ached with jealousy.
She remembered these lips. She knew what this mouth could do.
My mouth was just discovering, and I was already sure I never wanted to stop.
In the back of my head, a voice of reason shouted the alarm. What are you doing? You. Must. End. This. Now.
Sanity returned, and I forced myself to push him away.
Sort of.
My hands were still wrapped in his jacket, so I was completely aware that I was sending mixed messages. I searched his face, trying to understand him. Trying to understand myself. Why did I want him so very, very much?
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, hoping I could urge his resolve to be better than mine.
“Maybe that’s why it’s so fun.” He leaned in again, and I turned my head so his lips met my jaw. It didn’t deter him. “You taste so good, Tessa Turani,” he said between kisses trailed down my neck. “Everywhere. I can’t get enough.”
My legs were noodles. He knew just what to say. He knew just how to say it, and I was not strong enough to resist.
But I had to be.
Maybe just one more taste first...
I nudged his face with my chin, bringing his lips back to mine. He brought his body flush with mine. I could feel his erection against my belly, and damn he had a finely shaped cock. I wanted to feel it without clothes between us. I wanted to feel all of him.
Another wave of sense broke over me. “I am not adding charities in place of the ones I’m removing.” I could let him take advantage of my body, but not all of me.
He chuckled as he moved his lips along my jaw. “I really, really wish you would.”
His facial hair tickled against my skin.
His lips found my ear, and now my panties were soaked.
If we could just wrap up this stupid deal, then maybe we could explore this.
“You know you don’t need to see more charities.
You don’t need to see so much of the ones that are still on the list.” My concern likely diminished with the gasp I made as his teeth nibbled on my lobe.