Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
“ I won’t be able to share lunch with you today,” he told Sage as she stepped out of his SUV.
Pressing on his key fob, he locked the car door as they walked toward the elevator.
At the same time, he switched off his emotional switch.
“I have a busy day ahead. I’m sorry I won’t be able have lunch with you.
I have court at two as well, so I won’t be able to give you a ride home, either. ”
“That’s okay. The bus is easy to catch.”
He glanced at Sage as he pressed the button for her floor. Her happiness was unmistakable after their trip. Her emotions were an open book.
Clenching his jaw, he switched his gaze to the elevator panel, watching the floor levels light up one by one.
When her floor lit up, she turned toward him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Steeling himself for the loving glance as she stepped out the elevator, he pressed the button to close the door. “Bye.” Detached, he didn’t watch her walk away.
He got off the elevator on his floor and greeted his assistant before heading to his office.
He worked through the morning, checking his cell phone every hour for the text he was expecting. At ten, the text he was waiting for popped up on his cell phone.
Be there at twelve.
Calling his assistant, he gave her two files that needed to be returned to the file room.
“You can take your lunch at eleven thirty. Would you mind driving to the Casino Hotel? I left my briefcase on the table by the door. You don’t have to cut your lunch short, and I’ll pay you extra for the inconvenience.”
“No problem. I don’t mind.”
Handing Mrs. Boward his room key and a hundred-dollar bill, he thanked her before returning to work.
With that nuisance taken care of, he answered the multiple emails that had piled up over his long weekend.
When the clock on his computer told him it was eleven thirty, he exited the file he was updating and went to his private bathroom.
After releasing the two black coffees he’d had, he washed his hands then swished mouthwash and spat it out in the sink.
Unemotionally, he stared at himself in the mirror as he ran a comb through his hair.
He had just sat his ass down when Livvy came in without knocking.
“Lock the door,” he ordered when she started walking toward him.
Pivoting on her high heels, she went back to the door then moved across the floor toward him.
“I missed you.” Uninhibitedly dropping down onto his lap, she licked his lips before sliding her tongue inside his mouth.
“God, I’ve missed how you taste,” she purred. “Garrett tastes like a garbage disposal.” Her fingers began familiarly untying his necktie. “He eats onions for every meal. The only reason I can keep from barfing in his face is because he promised me the keys to my brand-new townhome tomorrow.”
Kent caressed her thigh as she notched her ass over his dick. “Did you bring what I wanted you to get for me?”
Sliding his necktie free, she swung it around her neck. “Have I ever disappointed you?” she cooed, licking the hollow of his neck. “Hot stuff, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you,” she murmured sultrily. “I brought the flash drive, too. I’m such a good girl, aren’t I?”
His hand went to her inner thigh, pinching the soft flesh until he heard her give the moan of sexual desire he was waiting for.
“No one gets me the way you do,” she whimpered, her ass pressing hard on his cock.
“Where are they?” he asked, unmoved by the needy way she was moving on him. Even her hands smoothing over his chest to go to his belt buckle left him feeling cold.
Livvy waved one of her hands carelessly to the purse she had set on the desk.
“Let me see.”
She shifted on his lap, spreading the front of his pants wide open to take out his cock.
“What’s the hurry? What you wanted is in there, safe and sound.
It’s your turn to give me what I want.” Livvy’s jealous eyes locked on his.
“Or did you wear yourself out last night and didn’t save anything for me? ”
A cruel smile molded on his lips, which he knew would dampen her cunt before he could touch her. Sliding a finger under her thong, he found her clit slick, sending her frenziedly sliding her hand up and down over his hardening cock.
“What do you think? Don’t compare yourself to Sage.” When he stood up with her in his arms, she lost her grip on his cock as he lifted her to the side of his desk. Moving her purse to the side, along with his phone, he pulled up her dress to her waist as he sat her ass down.
“Do you hate fucking Sage as much as I hate fucking Garrett?” she moaned, reaching up to pull his mouth to hers, passionately kissing him as he twisted her clit harder.
Smothering her moans with his mouth, he released her tortured clit to rub his finger in her slick juices.
“As soon as he signs the condo over to me,” she panted out, “I’m going to say see ya later, sucka .”
He pulled a breast out of her skimpy bra and over the top of her dress, and his mouth covered the nipple, sucking it vigorously.
“Oh … Kent …” she moaned. “Bite my nipple. You know how I like it …”
Biting down, he gave Livvy the pain she was begging for. Her low squeal grated on his nerves.
“Harder,” she begged.
The sounds of his finger fucking her and her moans filled the office.
“Now that I got you what you wanted, are you going to stop seeing that slut?”
“No,” he growled, pulling his finger out of her pussy. He then caught her clit between two fingers and twisted it between them. “I have another use for her.”
A low scream erupted from Livvy’s lips as she came on his hand.
Releasing her clit, Kent stepped away from the desk to go to his bathroom to wash his hands and brush his teeth. Swishing another capful of mouthwash around, he spit it out, finally getting rid of the taste of Livvy.
After straightening his clothes, he went back to his desk, ignoring Livvy, who was still lying limply on his desk.
“You should get yourself cleaned up. Mrs. Boward will be back any minute,” he lied smoothly.
Sliding Livvy’s tote bag closer to him, he opened it.
Livvy jerked upright. “Are you crazy!” she snarled. “You don’t treat a Louboutin that way!”
“Pick out another one, and I’ll buy it for you.” He took a folder out then tilted the bag, seeing the video discs. He pulled them out, then put the folder and the discs in his desk drawer.
Hearing she could pick out a new purse doused her anger as if a bucket of water had been poured on her. “I can pick out any one I want?” she squealed, bouncing off the desk to hug him.
“Go for it.” Kent dragged his tie back from around her neck. He just wanted her out of the office so he could look at the folder and disc drive.
“Thanks, Kent. You’re the best!” Before he could turn his face around, Livvy plastered her lips over his, snaking her tongue inside of his mouth.
If he hadn’t wanted to make sure he had everything he needed on those flash drives and in the folder, he would have jerked his mouth away.
Telling himself he only needed to play along until he got her out of his office, he suffered through her passionate kiss, even forced himself to give her a halfhearted response.
Squeezing her ass, he broke off the kiss. “Livvy,” he warned, “I don’t want Mrs. Boward to catch you and tell Garrett before you can get his signature.”
“You’re right,” Livvy admitted, reluctantly pulling away yet skimming a finger over his lips. “We don’t want her to see my lipstick on you, either, do we?”
Livvy’s eyes turned into slits. “Sage ever kiss you like that?” Her hand went to the crotch of his pants to grab his cock.
“I can hardly wait until we get rid of our dead weight. You can move in with me instead of staying in the casino. We can fuck somewhere else other than your office! It won’t matter if Garrett, Sage, or the whole of Kansas City knows we’re fucking! ”
“Livvy …”
“I’m going …” she groaned. “I can hardly wait until I’m your assistant. I’m sick of working with these losers.”
Hell would fucking freeze over before that happened.
He was about to throw her out the door, but Livvy saved him the trouble by finally leaving, but not before giving him another kiss.
Once she was gone, he went back to the bathroom; he had to sterilize his mouth again. Reminding himself to buy another bottle of mouthwash, he went to lock his office door.
Finally left the fuck alone, he inserted one of the flash drives into his computer.
Scanning through the discs was painful. He could see why Garrett was having trouble in his marriage.
Cheating aside, the fucker had a serious fetish that no wife would tolerate.
After forcing himself to watch both flash drives, he finally removed them.
He opened the folder and started reading through the file. The moment he found what he was searching for, a sanguine smile spread on his face.
A knock at his door had him closing the folder and getting up to unlock his door.
“Mr. Bryant.” Mrs. Boward handed him his briefcase.
“Thank you. I hope it wasn’t any trouble.”
“Not at all. How was your lunch?”
Kent frowned. “I haven’t had lunch yet. I was going to grab something on the way to the courthouse.”
“Oh …”
A feeling of trepidation filled him at Mrs. Boward’s expression.
“When I took the files to the file room, I was talking to Sage and told her I wasn’t able to get lunch for you today because you needed your briefcase. She said she would pick you up something when she had lunch. She must not have had the time.”
“Yes, I’m sure that’s what happened.”
“I could run out real quick …” she began to offer.
“No. I don’t have an appetite right now. Thanks, anyway.”
He closed the door and returned to his desk to stare down at the folder and discs, his hand tightening on the handle of his briefcase, his stomach coiling into knots.
He didn’t have to be told his charade with Sage was over.
His gut instincts were never wrong. He had made a fatal mistake.
He had built a relationship with Sage on a foundation built on lies.
All the lies and the deception that had been inadvertently exposed would send all the trust and feelings he had built for her crashing down, destroying everything in its wake.
Like a breaker unable to handle an electrical overload, his internal switch clicked off, and all the emotions he felt for Sage hit him with the strength of a landslide.
The hand holding his briefcase jerked forward, throwing it toward the lithograph Garrett had proudly pointed out to him when he had shown him to his office after joining the firm.
Unable to take the direct hit, the glass broke, sending shatters raining down, but since it was braced to a support beam, the picture frame held in place.
Staring at the frame, he didn’t turn when Mrs. Boward flung open the door and came rushing in.
“What happened?” she gasped.
“I saw a spider,” he lied unrepentantly.
“You destroyed a twenty-thousand-dollar print because of a spider?”
“It was a big one.”