Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
L ucy is giving me the look, the one that says I know you’re hiding something from me. Or perhaps it’s just my guilty conscience speaking. I should tell her what happened between her brother and me; I know she jokes about us becoming sisters through marriage but that’s not what this is. Xavier and I are not dating.
We’re clearly compatible physically. I almost came from just giving him a blow job. That’s never happened before. I’ve never enjoyed doing that to anyone else. But Xavier… I wanted to make that man lose control. I wanted to please him. I can hear his words ‘good girl’ in my head, and my thighs squeeze together at the thought. Why the hell did I like that so much?
I’m so confused right now.
After he kissed the breath out of me, I left him to get dressed and returned to my desk. I did my best to pretend that I didn’t just blow my boss in his bathroom. I couldn’t really help myself though. When he said he was going to have a shower, all I could think about was the image of his naked body under the water. That cock of his free, mine for the taking.
So I took it.
I swear he makes me lose my mind. I always assumed that only men thought with their cocks; however, it seems I’m thinking solely with my pussy these last couple of days.
“Is that Dominic blowing up your phone?” I ask Lucy, nodding at the device in her hands that won’t stop beeping with incoming messages.
“No, why would Dominic message me? He has absolutely no reason to,” she denies way too adamantly.
“He’s really hot, isn’t he.” I waggle my eyebrows up and down. If I focus on her relationship, instead of whatever I’ve done with her brother, I might be able to forget Xavier for a few minutes.
“Is he? I guess if you’re into the psychotic, serial killer type.” She shrugs.
“I’d let him cut me up into a million pieces.” I smirk.
“You’re sick, you know that, right?” She laughs.
“And you’re full of shit if you think I can’t see through this whole I don’t like him routine you’re trying on.”
“So what’s the deal with you and Xavier?” she asks, looking me straight in the eye.
“What do you mean? He’s my boss, your brother. There is no deal.”
“Look who’s full of shit now.” She smiles, turning her phone around. “If that’s all it is, then why is my dear brother blowing up my phone enquiring as to your whereabouts?”
“Do not tell him I’m here. Just tell him you haven’t seen me,” I stress. “I might have left work early. He probably just wants to find me to yell at me for slacking or something.”
“Mmmhmm, and why did you leave early? That’s not like you. You have the best work ethic of anyone I know,” she says.
I shrug again. “I wasn’t feeling well?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” she questions.
“Telling.”
“You know, I really wouldn’t care if you were boning my brother. You’re my best friend, Shar. Nothing will ever come between us,” she says.
“I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t stand him, Lucy. He’s the most arrogant, egotistical ass I’ve ever met—sorry,” I add, remembering he is her brother.
“Don’t be. He is absolutely all of those things.” She laughs.
“But when I’m near him, it’s like there’s something pulling me towards him. Physically, he’s freaking hot. And, boy, does he know how to please a girl.” I can feel the blush creep up my neck as I recall just how talented he is.
“Okay, ew. I know I said I’m okay with you and Xav getting up close and personal, but save me the details. Please.” She covers her ears and pretends to gag.
I wait for her to drop her hands. “He has the nicest cock I’ve ever seen,” I rush out before she has a chance to block her ears again.
I fall off the couch laughing when she throws a cushion at me. “Gross. Never, please never mention his man parts to me—just no,” she says, “But also… yay, good for you, girl!”
“Okay, I won’t mention it again. But seriously, Lucy, what am I meant to do? He’s my boss, and he’s your brother. This can only end in disaster,” I huff, sitting beside her on the couch.
“How do you know it won’t end with you walking down the aisle and us becoming sisters?” she asks.
“Did you miss the part about him being an ass?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Oh, yeah, well, there’s that.” Picking up the wine bottle, she refills both of our glasses. “I think you shouldn’t overthink it.”
Why does everyone keep saying that?
“For once, just do something that makes you feel good and go with it. If that’s Xav, then do it.” Her phone buzzes on the table in front of us. “But, for the love of God, call him back so he stops messaging me.”
“Mmm, I think I’ll leave him hanging. I’ll talk to him in the morning,” I tell her.
“Well, I’m going to put this on silent then.” She picks up her phone, silencing it before throwing it back down.
“Okay, what are we watching? I’ll get the popcorn.” I stand and head into Lucy’s kitchen. Her pantry is always stocked with the best snacks.
“Ah, hold up. What are you wearing?” she asks. “How am I only just noticing this?” She waves a hand over my body.
“What?” I ask, looking down at myself.
“That’s not one of the outfits we bought for your new work wardrobe. Where’d the dress come from?” she presses.
“Oh, Xavier had it delivered for me this morning.” Refusing to give her any further information, I walk into the kitchen.
“Why did Xavier buy you a dress this morning?”
“I may have stayed at his place last night, but not by choice. My building is closed for extermination or something. I didn’t know until he dropped me home. And before you ask, I slept in his guest room.”
“I wasn’t going to ask,” she says with a grin.
“Good.”
“I will, however, be asking him how he got his hands on that though.” She gestures to my outfit again. “I’ve been trying to get that for ages. It’s not available anywhere.”
“What?”
“That dress. It’s from Chanel’s spring collection, straight off the runway. I’ve been on a wait list for it.”
I was in such a rush this morning I didn’t even look at the tag. Or at the dress really. I just know the fabric is one of the nicest things I’ve felt—apart from the sheets Xavier had on his guest bed. If I could wrap those around me and wear them all day, I would.
“Well, you can have this one if you want,” I offer.
“Please, it’d be lucky to cover my ass.” Lucy laughs.
She’s probably right. She’s a lot taller than I am. “Well, when you speak to him, also ask him where he got the sheets on his guest bed from. I want a set.”
“That would be Mum’s doing. You really think Xav buys his own linens?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I shrug.
I’m tossing and turning. Thankfully Lucy didn’t hesitate to let me spend the night here. I really hope my apartment is ready tomorrow. I hate having to rely on other people.
My phone vibrates on the bedside table. I look at the time. It’s eleven o’clock. Who the hell is messaging me at eleven o’clock?
The devil boss:
So, how does this enemies with benefits thing work? Because I could really use some benefits right now, Shardonnay.
Well, shit, what the hell do I say to that? I won’t admit it to him, but I kind of love that he uses my whole name. Even in text, he doesn’t shorten it. It’s like a name that’s special for only his use, considering everyone else calls me Shar.
Me:
I’m not sure. Maybe there should be rules, since you love them so much.
My lips tip up at the little jab.
The devil boss:
You’re right. The first rule should be that you’re never allowed to wear panties. I want unrestricted access to that pussy at all times.
Me:
I object. Counter offer: I never wear panties when I’m at home or in your house.
The devil boss:
Sustained.
The devil boss:
But, really, where the fuck are you? I’ll come pick you up.
He can’t be serious right now. He’s Xavier Christianson. He can snap his fingers and have a hundred chicks ready to lie on their backs for him.
Me:
Xavier, this benefits thing of ours, it’s not exclusive. Find someone else to keep you company tonight. I’m tired and going to sleep.
I regret the words as soon as I hit send. It’s better this way, though, right? I don’t have to worry about getting too attached if I know we’re not exclusive. I wait a few minutes for him to reply; he doesn’t.
The bed dips behind me, the movement stirring me awake. “Lucy?” I ask. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s climbed into bed with me. She doesn’t tell many people, but she has horrible nightmares. Except they’re not really nightmares when you’re reliving an event from your past, are they?
“Wrong Christianson, babe.” Xavier’s voice is rough and has my eyes snapping open.
The room is dark; the only light slipping through the door of the bathroom. “What are you doing here?” I ask, rolling over to face him.
“I’ve changed my mind about rule number one. If you’re not around me, you’re wearing fucking panties. Also, that’s now rule number two, because number one is that this benefits thing is fucking exclusive, Shardonnay. I have no desire to share you with anyone.”
Guess he didn’t take that last message too well. “Couldn’t this wait until tomorrow? I’m tired.” I yawn.
Xavier pulls me closer, settling my head on his shoulder as his arm circles around me. I’m used to feeling small. However, being wrapped in Xavier’s arms, not only do I feel small because the guy is six foot two, but I also feel safe. I’m not sure that’s a feeling I should be associating with Xavier Christianson.
His lips brush the top of my head. “Go to sleep. We’ll work out the finer details tomorrow.”
Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off to sleep with Xavier’s hands running through my hair.