Chapter 15
Whitt
Dax and I had a long conversation about Samantha during our workout, and I normally wouldn’t have liked it, but at least it was about business and not for any personal reason.
I’d had him look into her claim, and he’d found that she had indeed been trying to help me. “Who would have thought that viper would have done anything for you?” Dax spotted me as did my last set of bench presses. “She must have had some love for you after all. Didn’t you say that she claimed some sentimental bullshit?”
I kept my breathing steady until I put the bar on the rack, then I sat up and wiped my face. “Well, in all fairness, she didn’t do it for me, she did it for herself. I have a feeling she’s about to take poor Milton for a property on the Mediterranean. She didn’t want him to spend his money on my land when he could buy hers.”
“Oh, the girl was protecting her next grab. And here I thought she’d found a heart.” Dax shook his head.
“Yeah, she’s a real piece of work. If I liked Milton, I might warn him, but I think it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie. Besides, now we have work to do, so now you need to get on that purchase as soon as possible.”
“Will do.” He clapped me on the back as I stood, and then we headed to the back to hit the showers and get dressed for work.
After I’d washed all of my morning workout sweat away and doused myself with cologne, I buttoned my shirt and brushed back my hair with my hand. “I’ll meet you at work. Try to be in my office before lunch, or you’ll miss me. I’m going to see if I can pull an early day and head out.” I really didn’t have much keeping in the office, and I knew being there was only going to be tempting, and I had to distance myself from Gemma.
“Will do.” Dax smiled. “It’ll be nice seeing that hot secretary you hired.”
“Watch it.” I grabbed my keys from my pocket and headed out.
I thought about what I’d done all the way to work. Gemma was dangerous for me. She was a temptation that could ruin not only my home life but my business reputation. She was a risk I knew I couldn’t take.
I walked into the office and found her with another skimpy dress, her breasts spilling out the top and her ass tight beneath the silky fabric.
“Good morning, Mr. Porter.” She got up to greet me, but as she approached, I held up my hands to gesture that she keep back.
“Gemma, I don’t have time this morning.” I watched as the disappointment dawned on her expression.
She rolled her eyes and came forward. “But you’ve had no calls, and you have no meetings.” She ignored my request for space and put her arm around my neck to kiss my cheek.
“Gemma. I meant what I said. This has to stop. You’re much too tempting, and you’re causing me to take risks that I just can’t take.” I walked away, and she followed.
“You’ve already taken the risk, and there’s nothing saying we can’t have whatever we want.” She strolled into my office and stood next to where I sat.
“We can’t do this. We fucked right in my kitchen, with my daughter upstairs and in the next room.” Surely, she didn’t want to get caught any more than I had, but it had been too tempting.
“You’re right.” She walked up and turned my chair and climbed into my lap. “We shouldn’t do it at your house anymore. It’s too risky, and we could get caught. Good thing the office is private. I even locked the door behind me this time, so we shouldn’t have any pop ins.”
“As tempting as that may sound, Dax is coming by this morning.”
“I could hide under the desk. Or maybe he’d like to watch?” She rubbed my erection, and I pushed her off of my lap.
She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. “You’ve picked a hell of a time to play hard to get, Whitt.”
“I’m not playing, Gemma. It’s done. We’re done. It’s better that we stop it now while we can still be friends and remain a part of each other’s lives. For Lila.” I glared into her eyes, and she shrugged as we heard footsteps approach.
“Fine, I guess you won’t mind me moving on then.” She had a big smile for Dax as he walked into the room.
“Hello, Mr. Fisher. Would you like some coffee too?” She hadn’t asked me if I wanted coffee and it was a cover for her being in my office.
Dax walked in and took a seat. “Gemma, you’re looking gorgeous today, as usual. Yeah, I’d take some coffee.”
“I’ll be right back with it.” She stuck her chest out, and eye fucked him all the way to the door and even glanced over her shoulder as if to size him up. She was trying to goad me.
As she closed the door behind her, he adjusted himself. “Damn, I know she’s Lila’s friend, but she makes my dick hard. Are you sure you’re not tappin’ that?” He glanced at the shut door, and I glared at him.
A quick vision of Gemma and me, while I fucked her on top of my dresser, flashed to my mind: her mouth open, her head thrown back and calling my name. My dick was diamond-hard and throbbing. “I’m not tappin’ it, and neither are you.”
Dax stifled a chuckle. “With all due respect, friend, I don’t remember our business arrangement giving you the right to make that call. I mean, granted you’re my boss, but since you kind of need me, I think I’m going to call your bluff on this one.” He had a point. I was his boss, but he and Gemma were both adults who could do as they pleased. I couldn’t do or say a word in all fairness. Especially since I wouldn’t admit what had happened between us. I didn’t want Dax to know I was boning Lila’s best friend. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, but if it got back to my daughter, things would be catastrophic.
“She’s a kid.” I met his eyes directly.
“I’ll be gentle.” He chuckled as she came into the room, placing my coffee on my desk first and then she leaned into Dax, making sure he got a good gander at her tits as she handed him his coffee.
“It’s a little hot, Mr. Fisher. You might want to blow on it.” She puckered her lips and gave his cup a little blow.
Dax’s eyes widened. “I like the way you do that so much better, thank you.” He gave her his fuck me smile, and she winked at him and then left without giving me a second glance.
I was boiling inside, and I took my coffee and took it to my lips for a nice long pull, and choked on the flavor. She knew I took two sugars and this coffee was not only bitter but black. Very funny.
Dax swallowed his sip and smiled. “Man, she makes a mean cup. That’s perfect coffee.”
“Yeah.” I put my cup down on my desk. “Tell me what you found out.” He was supposed to call about the land and make sure the buying process was under way.
He gave me a smug smile as if he were quite proud of himself. “It’s all good. This time tomorrow you’ll be the proud owner of the neighboring property next to the St. Croix resort.”
“Perfect. I’ll let Ashley know she can fly out and get to work on the interior design for the old part. I want to know what kind of style she’s going for, and if she has any specific requests for the new build—all preliminary, of course.”
Dax sipped his coffee and seeing him savor it pissed me off even more. I looked at my useless cup as we finished up our conversation about business.
After another of his sips and his sounds of satisfaction, I’d had enough. “Gemma!” I called.
“Yes, Mr. Porter?” She gave me a sly smirk.
“Get me a fresher cup of coffee; this time how I like it.” I took the black swill and held it up, and she pranced across the room and took it. She had enough sass that I wanted to take her over my knee, but I let it go.
“Mr. Fisher, may I get you anything?” Her tone could have followed that question with the following: fresh coffee, a blowjob? I narrowed my eyes, and she hurried out.
“That was a bit tense. Are you two having issues?” Dax gave me a suspicious glare.
“No, I just wasn’t enjoying my coffee as much as you. And you don’t have to eye fuck her every time she comes into the room either.” My tone was harsh, and I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let him have her.
“Why does it bother you? You’re not fucking her, someone should, and if you think that someone shouldn’t be me, I’m going to have to ask you why.”
He wanted me to confess, and it wasn’t happening. I considered his words. What did it matter? I was done with her, but she wasn’t done with me. She’d saved herself for me all those years, so I didn’t think that she would be so quick to give it up for someone else. Especially Dax.
“Whatever, man. I’ve told you about our past. If you’re deadest, good luck.”
“I’ll consider it a challenge, my friend.” Dax laughed and a moment later when Gemma came in with my coffee he got to his feet and eyed her ass as she brought my coffee to my desk.
“I’ll walk you out.” He waved his hand for her to go ahead of him and cut me a glance. Rage burned inside me even though I knew he wouldn’t get anywhere with my girl.
“Thank you, Mr. Fisher.” Gemma was all smiles for him, and as she stepped toward the door, he rested his hand on the small of her back.
“Please, Gemma; call me Dax.” She threw a glance over his shoulder and shut the door. I took the cup and pulled it to my lips and spat it in the trash. Salt. There were at least two packets in my coffee, and I knew that like before it was no accident.