Chapter Ten
Tabitha
”Oh, shit, I forgot about that.” Yeah, it”s a mystery why the entire rest of the world vanished from my thoughts. I shoo Spencer away, but he just stands there staring at me with his brows knitted together over his nose. It”s adorable, but we don”t have time for his confusion. I shoo him away again, this time actually speaking the word. ”Shoo, shoo, Spencer. I need to fix my clothes.”
Which is hard to do when his dick is still inside me.
Spencer finally shakes off his confusion and pulls out of my body, stumbling backward and bumping into one of the chairs. But he catches the chair before it tumbles over, then struggles to get his clothing reassembled.
I fixed my clothing much faster. I could use a comb, since my hair must look like a rat”s nest now, but I don”t carry one in my pocket. That will have to wait until we leave this room. Do I look like I just had mind-blowing sex with my boss on his desk? Well, if anyone does catch on, I don”t give a hoot.
When I skim my gaze over Spencer from head to toe, my attention stalls at his face. I wave a finger at the top of his head. ”Better comb your hair. You look like you just wrestled an alligator.”
”I don”t have a comb. Do you?”
”Not here. But I”ve got one in my desk.”
”Let”s hurry. We”re late to the meeting and getting later every second.”
I lead the way as we exit Spencer”s office. He waits while I mess around in my purse until I find a comb. I give my hair a quick once-through, then hand him the comb. We”ve now both lost our sex-hair look. I can”t deny I liked seeing Spencer unkempt and wild-haired, looking like he just experienced a phenomenal climax.
Well, he did. So did I.
For the entire ride to the sixth floor, neither of us speaks. I keep throwing sidelong glances at Spencer, but he has his gaze nailed to the elevator door. When the doors glide open, he spreads an arm in a gentlemanly gesture to let me go first. Then we hustle down the corridor side by side.
The door to the conference room stands open.
Spencer waits for me to enter first, then quietly closes the door. Most of the space in this room is taken up by the large, round conference table. The only two seats available are at the end nearest to the door. Spencer pulls a chair out for me, then pushes it in once I”ve sat down. Only then does he take a seat beside me.
Brian Tonkin grins at Spencer. ”The boss gets to show up late, huh? And you get to sit next to a pretty girl. I”m stuck between Larry and Robbie.”
Lydia McDonnell aims a look of motherly disapproval at Brian. ”You”re stuck there because you chose to sit between Larry and Robbie. Don”t blame the rest of us for your poor choices.”
Ah, the ribbing has begun. It”s a tradition with this group of risk analysts. I love the camaraderie, and I”m grateful we have a team filled with happy people. They wouldn”t tease each other so much if they disliked their coworkers.
Brian wags his eyebrows at Spencer. ”You missed the big show, boss. Larry was adjusting his toupee.”
”Watch your mouth, kid. I don”t wear a rug, so I could sue you for defamation of character.”
Spencer sweeps his gaze over the whole gang. ”It”s time to start the meeting. You can torment each other all you like later. And feel free to enjoy the tea and cakes during the meeting.”
Yep, that had been Spencer”s idea. On Friday, he”d told me he wanted to give staff meetings a more relaxed atmosphere, and he wanted my opinion on whether the gang would like tea and cakes. I told him I always thought that kind of thing was an afternoon tradition, but he pointed out this is America and nobody will realize we altered the custom a teeny bit. Honestly, I think Spencer just wanted some tea and cakes today.
So now, here we are enjoying an English delight.
Finding British-style cakes in Virginia wasn”t as difficult as I”d expected. I combed the internet until I found a place that specializes in UK fare.
The boxes of cakes lie spread out on the big table where everyone can see and share them. We have carrot cake, cheese scones, various kinds of fruit tarts, custard scones, sponge cake, and lemon drizzle traycake. I”ll probably gain twenty pounds just from looking at the goodies. My mouth is watering, for sure.
Spencer handles the staff meeting like a pro, like he”s been a leader all his life. The anxiety he”d experienced in the first day or two of his tenure at Bramson Feigenbaum has melted away, revealing his true nature. He was born to lead this team. Maybe he”ll even work his way up to CEO eventually. I hope he”ll stay forever and shatter the terrible turnover rate this company has suffered from for as long as I”ve worked here. My fellow employees assured me the problem had existed well before I showed up.
I take notes while Spencer explains what he”d like his team to accomplish. But then, he asks them about their goals and their hopes for accomplishments they”d like to achieve. None of them suggests they want to take over Spencer”s job or switch to a different team. They love him. After barely more than a week with the new boss, they”ve developed a strong respect and admiration for him.
Oh, yes, I admire him too. But more than that, I”ve developed a strong emotional attachment to him. Is it love? Of course not. We don”t know each other well enough for that to happen. I had begun to adore him way before we ever had sex, even before he kissed me last week. My feelings for him blossomed the moment I caught him spinning his chair around and around in his office.
Spencer rises from his chair. ”Thank you, everyone, for making this meeting so productive and enjoyable. You shared excellent ideas, and I look forward to helping you implement them. I”m honored to helm this ship.”
Everyone claps and cheers.
The big boss seems a touch embarrassed, but he hides it pretty well. ”This isn”t a rock concert, you know. Cheers aren”t required.”
Jewel Parker rushes up to the boss and gives him a firm hug. ”You”re the awesomest, Spencer.”
”Ah, thank you, Jewel.”
The younger generations can be so cute sometimes. But Spencer is the cutest by far.
I wait with the boss while the team members file out of the conference room. They lavish more praise on Spencer as they walk out, and the three women on the team kiss his cheek. Is that sexual harassment? Not in my book, and not according to company policy.
Now, sex on the boss”s desk is another matter altogether.
The door clicks shut. Spencer and I are alone in the conference room.
I snatch up my tablet, hugging it to my chest as if that will prevent me from mounting Spencer on the table. ”Well, that was a productive meeting. You were fantastic, by the way.”
”Thank you, Tabitha. But I was only following the outline you provided for me.”
”Baloney. You skimmed my notes, then took full control of the meeting as any executive would. But you did it with flair and personality, showing true leadership.”
”What”s next on my agenda?”
I lean toward him. ”The monthly board meeting.”
”Crikey. I thought that wasn”t until next week.”
”Sounds like you didn”t read everything in the folder I gave you, huh?”
He snatches up the folder in question. ”I focused on the staff meeting and sort of...skimmed through the rest. Couldn”t possibly memorize all of it.” He inches closer and squints at my tablet. ”But I imagine you did commit everything to memory. Even a handy device like that one can”t take the place of Tabitha Remington”s beautiful brain.”
”Brains are not beautiful. They”re pink and slimy.”
”Slimy?” he says with a soft chuckle. ”I think you”re having me on, Tabitha.”
”No, it”s true. Back in college, I dated a guy who was studying to be a pathologist. He sneaked me into the lab where they study brains, and I touched one of them. It was slimy.”
”I”ll take your word for that. Never would I want to touch the brain of a dead person. You”re far more adventurous than I am.”
As we amble out of the conference room, I let my thoughts roll backward in time to the moment when we screwed each other on his desk. And that memory spurs me to ask a question. ”Do you want to be more adventurous?”
We”ve just reached the elevator but need to wait for another car to arrive. Spencer turns halfway toward me. ”Yes, I think I would like to do that---with you.”
”Then why haven”t you done that already? Aside from that desk incident, you”ve behaved like the most professional executive in this company.”
He lifts his brows. ”You think I”m uptight.”
”No. Clearly, you have a wild side. And I would love to help you explore that side of you in depth.”
Spencer moves closer, sliding an arm around my waist to tug me into his body. ”I definitely want to explore you in depth, love.”
A sensuous warmth tingles through me, making my breaths shorten. ”Does that mean sex or adventure?”
”Both. In every way imaginable.”
Suddenly, I can”t catch my breath. Spencer wants to get wild with me, and there”s nothing in the world I want more than to be his adventure guide. ”When do you want to start?”
”Immediately.”
Holy shit.That sensuous heat rushes into my sex, stealing my breath completely. I need sixteen seconds before I can speak. Yeah, I counted. This is a moment I need to remember for the rest of my life.
The elevator doors glide open.
No one is inside the car.
Spencer keeps his arm around me as we step into the elevator. He glances up at the security camera. ”When should we begin my adventure?”
”If you”re thinking what I think you”re thinking, you should know we are not alone. But if you want to give the security guards an eyeful, that”s fine with me.”
He sighs and kisses my cheek. ”No, pet, I don”t want anyone else to see you in the throes. Certainly not sweaty security guards.”
”You do realize they might be able to hear you.”
Spencer shrugs. ”For all they know, ”sweaty” means something different in British English. Besides, I”m not sure that camera has audio.”
”When would you like to start our adventure, then?”
”Soon.” He winks at me. ”You”ll see.”
As we walk out of the elevator, I finally realize what Spencer is doing. He”s creating suspense. To turn me on. To reveal his wild side when I least expect it. And I can”t wait to find out what he has in mind.
I head for my desk.
Spencer kisses my cheek, then goes into his office with the door shut.
Maybe he”s plotting our next sexual adventure. I”m sure he realizes that I meant our fun times together would be steamy. He”s too smart not to have figured that out.
Half an hour later, a text message pings on my cell phone. When I read the message, my pulse accelerates.
Come into my office, Tabitha. Now. Lock the door behind you.