Chapter 12
Chester
I had been disappointed to find Juliet gone when I rolled over in bed this morning, my sheets still smelling of vanilla, lavender, and sweat, reminding me of just how many times I had taken her all through the night.
She was relentless in her need for more, and I was just happy to give it to her.
From the front. Side. Back. Any way I wanted it, she let me give it to her.
Naked in my kitchen, I brewed a strong pot of coffee that I intended to drink all of.
As I waited for it to brew, the sound of water hissing and popping, I smiled at the counter next to me.
Juliet had been sitting there just hours before after a midnight snack of whipped cream and raspberries just before she spread her legs and pulled me into her.
The whipped cream tasted even better off her rosy nipples.
Fuck. How the hell was I supposed to work today?
Just as soon as the memory made me smile, it was fleeting as my mind took over.
I wondered why she hadn’t bothered with a goodbye or at least a note, especially after the night we had.
Most women overstayed their welcome in my apartment, if they were lucky enough to even stay the night.
I was a master at coming up with excuses on why they had to leave in the middle of the night, as I wasn’t a fan of the awkward, drawn-out goodbye where they had the question of “Where is this going?” in their expectant eyes. It never went anywhere.
Yet, here was Juliet, apparently not able to get out of my place fast enough.
I would take it personally if I hadn’t felt her tremble around my cock as she screamed more than a handful of times throughout the night.
There was no faking that. I pushed off the counter, letting whatever was stewing inside me dissipate.
I knew I would see her later. She had to know that too.
I wondered if she really thought she could avoid me when I was the head of the company, her boss’s boss.
I made it clear just who I was when I made a surprise appearance down in the accounting department just after I got to work.
The look on her face had been priceless when she saw me.
If her face could somehow drain of color and flush with heat at the same time, that was what was happening on her makeup-less cheeks.
She must not have had that much time to get ready this morning because her hair was still damp and her face was bare, and she still looked perfect.
It was an actual feat to tear my eyes away from her and acknowledge the rest of the accountants in the room.
The wink might have been too much, maybe even a little risky.
I noticed how her desk-mate’s jaw had dropped a little when she caught the little exchange between us.
But I couldn’t help it. The sex had been incredible.
Hell, the whole night had been, from our banter at the bar to dancing at the club to tasting her in the limo.
All our inhibitions had tumbled away, leaving us to explore this new situationship we had found ourselves in.
I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with someone I worked with.
Office flings were always complicated. But there was something about Juliet that I couldn’t stay away from.
Maybe it was the way she was nervous, yet sexy all at the same time.
Or the way she looked good in everything.
Or the way she could banter with me with humor that came naturally to her.
Or maybe it was the way she said “fuck me” in a way that made my cock obey like it was tethered to a leash.
It was only that morning when I realized that whatever was going on between us couldn’t end yet, no matter how risky or complicated things got.
Maybe we would never have sex again, though I really wanted to, but I wasn’t done with her just yet.
Which was why I decided that Will’s idea of her being my personal assistant was actually genius.
I needed someone desperately. A day without an assistant had been hell, with answering my own phone and flubbing a few meetings.
Why not fill that void with Juliet? I’d be able to see her all the time, boss her around a bit, get a couple more glimpses at those amazing breasts.
It was a win-win.
I just had to sell it to Mike now, like he could really stop me from making my decision. He sat in front of me at his desk, nervously pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his bulbous nose.
“What can I help you with, Mr. Brandfield?” he asked, nervously tapping his forefingers together as he looked at me with curiosity.
I realized we had never really sat down for a meeting like this in all his years at my company. He probably thought he was going to get the boot, based on the lump he swallowed in his throat. I put my hand up to try and ease the worry etched on his face.
“I’m not letting you go, Mike,” I said.
His shoulders seemed to release all their tension, like a balloon deflating, as he let out a small sigh. “Thank God,” he whispered under his breath.
“So, who are you letting go?” he asked, looking behind me toward the accounting offices. “One of the new employees that transferred with the non-profit?”
The truth was, I had barely gotten to know anyone to make that decision yet. I was still working my way through the higher-up executives, before moving down the chain. Hell, it wasn’t even two full days into my reign yet. I wasn’t that much of a monster.
“I’m actually not firing anyone,” I said coolly.
Mike raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I thought surely…”
“You thought wrong.” I shrugged. “I’m actually not needing to let go of anyone in accounting. Not for a while, at least. But I do need to move a few things around for payroll purposes.”
“Like a transfer?”
“Exactly.” I nodded. “I need just one accountant off payroll to keep the department under budget,” I lied, coming up with it on the spot.
I didn’t want Juliet’s transfer to look suspicious or raise too many questions, even though I was well aware I was talking to the man who knew most about budgets for the company. He didn’t question me, though.
“Am I the one being transferred?” he asked, looking nervous again.
The thought of Mike being my personal assistant was an amusing one, and I held back a chuckle.
“No, Mike. I’m looking for someone who can be my personal assistant. I’ve actually already chosen someone.”
“Oh?” asked Mike in surprise.
“That new hire, Juliet.”
“Are you sure she’s up for it? She hasn’t been here but a day…”
“Exactly. So, she hasn’t gotten comfortable yet.”
“When do you need her to start?”
“Today.”
“Today,” he repeated, almost as a question.
“Right now, actually. Before she gets too settled.”
“Yes, of course. I’ll send her right up,” he said with a nod.
“Thank you, Mike.” I stood, letting him know our meeting was over.
He quickly got out of his seat and practically jogged to the door to open it for me.
I walked past the open door to the accounting offices, where Juliet sat front and center at her desk, peering out worriedly into the hallway.
I gave her a little wink, trying to put her worries at ease.
I wondered if she was stressed about losing her job or the fact that she had my cock in her mouth less than twelve hours ago.
I smiled at the thought as I rode up the elevator to my office to wait for her.
As I sat behind my desk, I drummed my fingers impatiently on my desk.
I shook my head. I had barely left Mike’s office, and I expected Juliet to just magically appear.
However, I did have to run this through human resources.
I wrote down a reminder on a nearby neon yellow sticky note.
Just as I set my pen down, my phone vibrated on my desk.
Will.
“You’re up early,” I said.
He groaned on the other line. It was a hangover if I ever heard one.
“I freaking agreed to play at a brunch at a place in SoHo, or else I would still be face-down in my pillows right now, trying to sleep off this hangover from hell.”
“Must have been a good night,” I said, thinking of my own.
“Beer. Bourbon. Tequila. Everyone was buying me drinks after my set. They loved me.”
I felt a sudden pang of guilt for not being one of those people.
I hadn’t even stayed through the entire set, let alone really watched him.
I was too busy watching Juliet’s ample cleavage and sucking on her tongue.
Still, I had gotten there early and Will and I had shared a drink backstage, so I wasn’t that bad of a friend. At least, that was what I told myself.
“It was a hell of a set, man,” I said. “You’re really doing it.”
“You didn’t even stay for all of it,” he muttered.
Shit.
“What are you talking about?” I asked with a laugh. “Yes, I did.”
“Really? What was my last song?”
“You know…the one from college…that you played at that frat one night. You remember.” I hated that I was scrambling and sucking at it.
“Nice try. I saw you sneak out with that blonde chick.”
Caught red-handed.
“You sure it was me?” I asked, feigning innocent confusion.
“Tall guy in a suit that costs too much to be in a club like that. Yeah. Pretty sure it was you.”
I sighed. “Come on, Will. I stayed for almost the whole thing. It was really good. I mean it.”
“I’m just giving you shit, man,” he said. “I don’t blame you for trying to get some.”
“Mhmm.”
“And did you?” he asked curiously.
“Did I what?”
“Get some!”
“Maybe…” I said nonchalantly.
“Did she think I was good?” he asked, bringing the subject back to himself, which I was thankful for. He must not have recognized her from my phone when I told him about her livestreaming. Part of me was relieved.
“You definitely have a new fan.”
“It was a great show. I just probably shouldn’t drink the whole bar…” He made a puking noise on the other line.
It made me think of what Juliet and I had talked about, drinking the entire bar and then her inviting herself over.
She had been so bold and forward. I was immediately turned on because she didn’t seem the type that did that for just anyone.
It made me internally puff my chest with pride.
Just like the livestream. It was definitely in thousands of people’s wank banks, and she hadn’t even done it intentionally.
“You better get out of bed for brunch…” I said.
“Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to call my best friend for him to tell me how good I was last night.”
“I don’t think your ego needs to be inflated any more. Have a good show.”
Will laughed and I heard the click on the other end of the phone.
I set my phone on my desk and looked toward the closed door of my office, waiting for it to open and for Juliet to appear.
I wasn’t sure why I didn’t tell Will who Juliet was when he asked about last night, or that I had taken up his suggestion of making “livestream girl” my personal assistant.
I knew it had been a joke on his end, one I had initially laughed off.
But I had actually gone and done it, and since his money was invested as a silent partner, I didn’t want him to question me or worry about how sleeping with an employee could tarnish the company.
This thing with Juliet was brand-new, and maybe it was nothing now.
Maybe it had been a one-night thing that we would both move on from, though I was sure it would be hard to forget.
I had told her I knew a thing or two about casual sex, and she still came home with me.
Maybe she wasn’t looking for anything serious, just like I wasn’t.
I wasn’t sure why I was starting to feel nerves bubble up inside me.
It was an unwelcome feeling. I turned to face the view of the city, awake and alive as the sun beamed down over the skyrises and Central Park.
I reminded myself of who I was and how hard I worked to get up here in one of the highest buildings in Manhattan.
Men like me, far and few, didn’t get nervous.
Especially over a woman. No matter how good she tasted.
Still, it worried me how much I wanted to taste her again.