Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Eli sighs and rubs the back of his neck with one hand.
“I think that we can do more with the company than he can, but I won’t fight him on it, I’m kind of done fighting with him, he’ll do what he wants no matter what anyway—besides, I already won.” He turns and winks at me.
I nearly die on the spot and want to cancel my lunch date tomorrow. I reach for my phone when the elevator doors open.
"You coming?” Gabe asks.
“Sure, sorry, yes.” I follow them in and so starts the hellish day of acquisitions, meetings and finally… yes, meat.
I eat at my desk but not enough, I know Eli’s working like a dog and even Gabe seems stressed out so I don’t make a big deal over having a lunch break. If they’re working like that, then so am I.
I hear yelling from Eli’s office.
I know Jim from the board walked in, and now I’m seeing him run out like he’s about to shit his pants, followed by Bradly, another board member, both are pale.
Great, perfect timing to bring in Eli’s next schedule.
I don’t want to.
I’ll wait.
And then my phone rings.
I quickly answer it.
“Yes?”
"In here. Now.” Eli barks and hangs up.
Shit.
I slowly stand and grab the iPad as well as the printed-out schedule for him and lower my head. I just have to prepare for battle.
I knock and then open the door.
Gabe’s tie is off, he's leaning back against the couch but when he sees me he bounces right up like he’s not exhausted.
“I’ll just leave you to your meeting.”
He smiles, walks right by me, and closes the door behind me.
I'm not running but I'm not exactly sprinting toward Eli at this point, he’s bent over his desk, both palms on it, papers everywhere, laptop open, hair a ruffled mess.
No tie.
Just an open black button-up shirt and black pants.
I clear my throat.
“Sir, I have your schedule.”
He jerks his head up.
“Say it again.”
“I have your schedule.”
“Not that part.”
"Sir?”
His face is impossible to read as he comes around the desk and walks toward me. I slowly back away until I’m trapped between him and his bookcase.
"I lied,” he whispers.
“About what?”
“Being your enemy today.” He closes his eyes and presses a kiss to my forehead as if asking for permission, then takes the iPad and papers away from me and slowly sets them on the chair next to the bookcase.
He comes back and braces his hands over my head, trapping me, but not doing anything.
I swallow slowly.
“I lied too.”
He tilts his head.
“About what?”
I shake my head.
He leans in.
And it’s all over before it even begins as a knock sounds and another board member walks in.
“Oh sorry, were you two in a meeting?”
Talk about blue lady balls.
"No problem!” I smile, then turn to Eli.
“Be nice, don’t throw any desks.”
“Might throw him,” he says under his breath.
“Come back after?”
I shrug.
“Maybe. This prostitute does have lots of clients.”
He lunges for me.
“Hey now.” Malcom, the head of the board, holds out his hands.
“No need to chase your assistant, she’s been doing such good work…” He gulps.
“Shit, are you going to throw something again?”
"Of course he isn’t!” I smile sweetly.
“He’s in therapy, remember?”
"I always say therapy is the best way to go.” He winks at me.
“Since. When?” Eli asks.
I shoot him a glare.
“I mean…” Eli sighs and relaxes.
“Yes, you do, and you’re right, plus I have a new therapist that sees promise in me, yay for not going to Hell.”
Malcom raises his hand like he isn’t sure whether to high five or do a little fist bump in the air.
I pat him on the back, leave the office, and close the door.
Miserable.
Because I’m pretty sure Eli was going to kiss me.
And I want that kiss.
The rest of the day goes by so slowly that I’m wondering if time has actually stopped.
When the last meeting ends at seven, I grab my stuff, knock on the office door and let myself in.
Eli’s staring out at the cityscape.
"Pretty.” I join his side.
“I’m just going to go get some dinner and—“
His mouth devours my next words. He throws my purse to the ground and cradles my face, then shoves me backward onto his desk, my ass hits it and then I'm on top of it, he shoves the laptop away and crawls up on top of me hiking up my skirt.
Okay.
So this is happening.
Can’t say I haven’t thought about it, dreamt of it.
He keeps deepening the kiss; he tastes like whiskey and rain.
My hands unbuckle his belt and pants. My shaky hands can’t move fast enough as I free him. He swipes my panties off with one hand and tosses them to the ground, then enters me like we do this every day.
I arch so hard that I send a lamp on his desk to the floor. Papers go flying, pens, a stick it note attaches itself to my ass as we move in sync.