21. Among Other Things
Among Other Things
Luke
It has been almost two weeks since I kissed Dani and if I’m being honest, I wish I hadn’t. Now it’s all I think about. I can’t be around her without remembering what her lips felt like against mine. Which is making getting any work finished extremely hard.
Among other things.
I call her into my office.
"Whatcha want?" Dani asks as she leans into my office. Her pastel pink shirt opening just enough to give me a view of her cleavage.
I have got to stop looking at her chest.
"I just got off the phone with Joni Dobson. New information has come to light regarding her case."
Dani groans and walks in, flopping down on the couch. The slit in her skirt opens and flashes the creamy skin on her thigh and the scar that runs down to her knee.
"What kind of situation?" she asks.
"Pregnancy."
"Joni’s?"
"Nope." I answer.
Dani grunts and sits up. "Let me guess, long nights ahead."
I nod. "Plus, weekends."
"But I have a life, Daddy ." Dani cries sarcastically.
"You can call me Daddy anytime," I say with a smirk.
"Give me a reason and I’ll call you Daddy all you want." She smiles at me, and I return it just to watch her face transform at the sight of my dimples. She’s in such awe of those two indents.
"Guess I have no choice, but I’m not going to be happy about it." Dani sulks.
"Duly noted." I hand over Joni’s new file. "You know the drill."
Dani stands and drags herself over to the desk, latching onto the file folder and tugging on it. "Archer, let go."
I haul her over the desk and meet her halfway, planting a kiss on her plump lips, and I’m rewarded with a whimper. When I pull back, her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted. So, I kiss her again, and again, and once more.
"You keep this up and nothing is going to get done." Dani mutters against my lips.
"I’m not against that." I growl.
She grins as she pulls away and this time I let go of the thick folder.
"Proof, type, enter and print," I say.
"Yes sir, Mr. Archer," Dani says in that breathy voice I love so much.
She turns on her heels and sways her hips out the door.
Dani comes back in two and a half hours later. Her hair no longer hanging loose over her shoulders. It is now tied in a top knot, held in place with pens and she looks like she’s ready to strangle someone.
Dani tosses the folder on my desk. "I’m done."
I raise a brow. "You’re done?"
"Yeah. I’m done with this job. I’m done with this case. I’m just done." She states.
I straighten and round the desk. "And why are you done?" I inquire, taking her chin between my fingers and tilt her head back, forcing her to look at me.
"It’s too much, Archer. I can’t…" she shakes her head.
"Can’t what, Sweetheart?" I step closer.
"I can’t do this. My typing skills are shit, I scribe in shorthand that only I understand, and half the time I can’t remember what most of it is," Dani takes a deep breath. "And even though things have been better between us since our non-dinner date, it’s too much work."
I bend down to meet her eyes. "Daniella," I rub my thumb over her bottom lip, "if I didn’t think you could manage it, I wouldn’t have hired you."
"I thought you hired me because you thought I was cute."
I kiss the tip of her nose. "That’s just a bonus."
Dani closes her eyes, blocking my view of those amazing turquoise pools. Taking a breath, she meets my gaze again. "Okay. But you’re going to have to understand something. It’s going to take me time to get things done. This is the biggest case you have given me, and I don’t have the right skills to finish it in a day."
I caress her cheeks with my thumbs. "Noted."
Dani places her hands on my waist and steps closer. I’m not sure who moved first, but our lips meet again in the most exquisite kiss I’ve shared with her. Her tiny moans of pleasure shoot a burst of desire through me. I back her up until she’s flush with the door.
"Luke," she gasps as my lips slide across her jaw and down her neck.
A knock on the door stops my progress. "Yeah?" I growl against her skin.
"You’re one-thirty is here, and I can’t find Dani," Carrie says.
Damnit.
"Give me a minute, and Daniella is in here with me." I answer.
"Whoooooooo." Carrie hoots.
"Shut it, CeCe."
Carrie’s laugh bleeds through the door as she walks away. I lower my forehead against Dani’s.
"I should get back to work," she whispers.
I clear my throat. "Yeah." I back up so Dani can fix her clothes and I can adjust myself.
"Anything else, Mr. Archer?"
Fuck, I love when she says that. "No, Daniella."
She dips her chin and opens the door, calling over my one-thirty. Five o’clock can’t come fast enough.
The peace Dani and I had was short lived. It’s quarter to one in the morning, and we’ve been at each others’ throats for hours.
"Archer, I swear to whoever is listening, I’m going to cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to my neighbours Boxer." Dani threatens.
"You mean it? Truly?" I bark back.
Dani jumps up from her spot behind my computer. "You better fucking believe it. You’re getting on my last damn nerve."
I turn to face her. "And how, prey tell, am I getting on your nerves?" I demand. I lean my knuckles on the desk, cracking them in the process.
Dani barks out a laugh and rounds the desk. I straighten as she closes in.
"How? How!" she jabs me hard in the chest with her finger. "I told you hours ago that this was going to take time and what have you been saying for the past three hours?" she raises a brow. " Hurry the fuck up Daniella!" Dani pushes past me and drops onto the couch.
I drag a hand through my hair. I have been pestering her. "Fuck."
"Language," Dani mutters.
My eyes meet hers. "F.U.C.K." I spell out the word and Dani’s lip tips up.
"That’s a naughty word, Archer." Her eyes lower and she glances over at me from under her lashes.
"It is a naughty word, Sweetheart." I drag my teeth over my bottom lip and stalk towards the couch. "A naughty word describing what I want to do to you." I drop to my knees in front of her, running my hands up her thighs.
"Archer," Dani warns, her cheeks pink with arousal, but I ignore it and move closer.
"Daniella," I retort. "Tell me you don’t want that."
She looks away, biting her lip. I give her thick thighs a squeeze, making her jump.
"Tell me you don’t want me to bend you over this couch and fuck your pussy until you can’t walk." I lean closer, our lips just inches apart.
"I want that," she breathes. "But I’m still mad at you." Dani shoves my hands way.
I stand and give her my hand. She slips her small one into mine and I help her off the couch.
"I’m sorry, Sweetheart. Let’s call it a night and start fresh tomorrow." I brush her hair back from her face.
"Good idea," Dani agrees, grabs her purse, and runs out the door without another word.
"Fuck!" I shout into the empty office.
"Language!"
I spin to find Dani standing in the doorway. "I told you to go home."
She steps in. "I forgot something." Raising on her tiptoes, she kisses me deeply, pulling a groan from my throat. "Goodnight, Dimples." Dani speaks against my lips before rushing the main door.
This woman has me turned inside out.