Chapter Fourteen - Ellie
“What’s tomorrow’s outfit?” Mac asks as he nonchalantly wipes off his still-hard cock with the towel and puts himself back together. He’s looking down while he does it and it takes me a few seconds to realize he’s staring between my legs.
“Why?” I ask, jumping up off the desk and sidestepping around him. His whole body turns with mine, and I back away until I hit the wall behind me. I’m straightening out the black dress over my hips and trying to figure out what happened to my shoes when my eyes dart to movement behind Mac.
Ming is standing in the doorway, hands on hips, mouth and eyes wide.
“Um,” I say loudly. “Tomorrow’s outfit.” I look up at Mac and he’s still looking down at me, tucking his shirt back into his pants. I do a head-nod towards the door at Ming, telling her to, Get the fuck out before he sees you!
“Yeah,” Mac says. “What’s tomorrow?”
“Um,” I say again, then breathe normally when I hear a slight rise in noise level coming from Mac’s office and I know she’s gone. “Business casual, of course. It’s Friday.”
“So you wear, what? Jeans and a t-shirt?”
I laugh. “No.” I laugh again. “Tomorrow is wide-legged trousers and a tank top with a floaty silk over-shirt.”
“Sounds lovely,” Mac says, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek. “I can’t wait.”
And then he walks into his office, closing my door behind him.
I have been perplexed by men before. Hell, I’m probably perplexed by most men. But this particular man has my jaw hanging open. How can he be so damn hot and so damn despicable at the same time?
Oh, Miss Hatcher, I mentally sing. It’s time for your fuck now. And after we’re done I’ll peck you on the cheek and pat you on the ass and say, ‘Thanks for the fun, baby.’
I didn’t even get a pat on the ass. Or a, ‘Thanks for the fun.’
Bastard.
A knock on my office door pulls me back to the present. It opens a crack, and then Ming is peeking through, glaring at me. “I cannot believe you,” she says over Adeline’s “Thank yous” and “Oh, you’re so sweets” to the people out in the Atrium. Then Ming grabs her by the arm and drags her inside my office, slamming the door behind them.
“What the fuck did I just see?” Ming yells.
“Shhhh,” I say, pointing to the door. “He’s on the other side of that fucking door!”
“He’s gone,” Adeline says. “He couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Didn’t even stop for an autograph.”
“Did you get the phone?” I ask Ming.
“No!” she says. “I looked everywhere. It wasn’t in there. He must keep it on him.”
“You’re kidding me. So I just let him—”
Ming wags her finger at me. “Don’t pretend with me, girlfriend. You didn’t just let him do anything to cover for me. When did this start? And what is the deal with this office? It looks brand new.”
“Yeah,” Adeline says, dragging her finger over the soft fabric of the chairs in front of the desk before taking a seat and getting comfortable. “I’ve been in this office before. Disgusting place. Smelled like cigars the last time I was here.”
“He just… he… just surprised me. Tonight.”
“Yeah,” Ming says, taking a seat in the second chair in front of my desk. “With his dick in your pussy.”
“We did not have sex!” I insist.
“I heard you come,” Ming says.
“Oh, my God, you did not.”
“I absolutely did. I had my ear to the door the entire time.” She crosses her arms and her legs like this is final, and then nods her head. “Now start from the beginning and don’t stop until we get to this moment right here.”
I sigh, then walk around my new desk and take a seat in the leather chair where Mac was just sitting. It’s still warm against my bare thighs and I find myself wishing he didn’t leave so fast.
Jesus. What have I gotten myself into?
“I’m so happy I came here today,” Adeline says with a smirk. “Don’t leave anything out.”
So I rewind the past two days and begin with Mac standing over me at the bottom of the slide.
“Well,” Adeline says when I finish. “The office is lovely.”
“I don’t get it,” Ming says, chewing on her fingernail—a bad habit we’ve both picked up over the years. “What is he doing? One-upping his brother?”
“Wait, you think he’s jealous that I was seeing Heath?”
“You weren’t seeing Heath!” they both say together.
“You were delusional, Ellie,” Adeline says. “Heath was stringing you along, I already told you this.”
“Yeah,” Ming says. “I think so too. I mean, I never thought you and him would ever get together in a million years, but now that Adeline mentions it, I do think that’s why he was pretending like you two had a chance.”
“Well, thank you, guys.” I roll my eyes. “What a way to make a girl feel inadequate.”
“That’s not what we’re insinuating at all, Ellie,” Adeline says. “You’re way too good for Heath. He just likes slutty girls and you’re not his type.”
“So why is Mac doing this?” I ask. “If not because of Heath?”
“Mac?” Ming says with a sneer. “You’re really calling him Mac now?”
“What? I told you, that’s his name!”
“He likes you,” Adeline says. “That’s my bet. What kind of man does these things if the girl is just a casual one-nighter?”
“And you’re already past that, anyway,” Ming says. “How many times was that? Three? Four?”
“We only had sex once, Ming.”
“Once is enough. What happened to, ‘I need ten dates before I sleep with a man?’”
“Five,” I say. But I have said ten before. My standards just got a little lower over the years.
“I guess my main question is,” Adeline says, “will you stay here in this job because of him? Or will you still leave when your two weeks are up?”
“Oh, I’m leaving,” I say, putting a hand up to stop that line of questioning. “I’m definitely leaving in thirteen days. Practically twelve now.”
Ming sighs, but then smiles a little. “Well, as long as you’re still leaving, I guess there’s no harm in a casual office romance before you go. Just don’t let him talk you into staying. This job is a dead end for you, Ellie. You’re going to spend the rest of your life walking celebrities around this campus if you don’t get out now.” She looks over to Adeline and says, “No offense, Addie.”
“None taken. I completely agree. Our Ellie has potential. Potential that will never manifest while working for this company.”
“OK.” I sigh. “Can we be done talking about me now? And just go get drunk?”