AUBREE
I slumped against the door and exhaled a heavy breath. What in the hell had I just agreed to? It was bad enough that I had to spend my days with him. Now I’d be with him around the clock. I may need to shop for a new vibrator. I was already on my second set of batteries, just since I’d started working with him a few days ago. The man gave off pheromones for days. That, combined with his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, was more than I could handle on a good day, and thinking about him had my body over heated. It looked like I was sleeping with B.O.B again tonight. I’d definitely need to stop at the store to stock up on batteries.
The next morning, Henry was knocking on my door at nine sharp. He grabbed my bags and was halfway down the steps before I got the door locked and caught up with him. Great. He knew I was going to be staying with Grayson, and when he held the car door for me, my face felt like it went up in flames.
“Where is Mr. Decker?”
“Mr. Decker will be driving himself today.” I think that had to be the first time I’d heard his voice. I’d said thank you at times, but he always just gave a nod.
When I arrived at the office, Grayson was not there. I pulled the little miniature Christmas tree from my purse before placing it in my desk drawer. I placed the little tree on the other side of my computer, where he couldn’t see it like before when it was by my phone. I fired up my computer and looked at his schedule for the day. It looked as if he didn’t have anything scheduled until the afternoon.
***
“Aubree, I need to see you in my office.”
His delicious scent of spiciness and man floated through the room and tickled my nose. He was wearing black slacks, a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled half way, revealing strong forearms and some sort of tattoo that was usually hidden beneath his suit jacket. It gave him even more of an edge, and that, to me, was the icing on the cake, because I loved a man with tattoos. I wanted to remove that tie, unbutton his shirt, and get to the bottom of that tattoo.
I grabbed my brand new iPad and followed him into his office and sat across from him.
“You won’t need that.” He removed his tie and tossed it on his desk, and when he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, I had to cross my legs and clinch my thighs. I could practically feel my panties melting as he spoke. “You gave Henry your bags?” I was speechless while looking into those pale blue eyes. I was expecting my ovaries to explode any second now.
“Uh-huh.”
Well spoken, Aubree.
“Good.” He grinned and, good lord, there was that dimple in his chin. He really should smile more. “I have a meeting with Phillip this afternoon, so I need you to print the investment reports for our newest clients and place them in the conference room.”
“I should’ve known you’d have her in here all to yourself,” Phillip teased, winking as he walked into Grayson’s office. I swear I heard Grayson mumble asshole under his breath.
“Shouldn’t you be in the conference room, waiting for me?” Grayson snarled.
“Went there first, but there were no reports and you weren’t there,” Phillip replied to Grayson, but his dark brown eyes were on me.
“I’m sorry. I’ll print those now.”
The sooner I could escape all that testosterone, the better. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had whipped out their dicks to see whose was bigger. It was obvious there was some competition there, but for what? Me? Why me? I had nothing to offer anyone.
***
GRAYSON
Phillip and I worked in the conference room all afternoon, going over numbers that eventually all began to run together. Every now and then, I’d glance to my right, watching Aubree through the floor to ceiling glass wall. My dick was so hard at one point, I thought I’d be better off to go into my private bathroom and rub one out.
“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Phillip said, breaking me out of my trance.
“Fuck off, Phillip,” I grumbled, shuffling the papers in my hands. “She’s not like the rest.”
“No shit. She’s got class. The rest of the women you see are cougars, trying to make themselves feel young again, and the younger ones are gold diggers.”
He was right on all accounts, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. His ego was already big enough. Besides, he had no idea what I had planned for Aubree. I was going to claim her body in every way possible.
My eyes began to blur, and I found myself watching her again. She was walking around the office in that slender fitting black skirt that hugged her tight light ass and those black heels that made her toned legs look twice as long. My eyes flew to Phillip when he started laughing. He was leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head.
“What?”
“Man, you’ve got it bad. I just told you that we should shift all of Prescott’s money into cotton candy and you agreed!” He right out belly laughed this time. “Hell. I stopped talking for thirty minutes and you didn’t even notice.”
“I was listening,” I responded.
“Alright. What did I say?” The smartass smirked.
“Nothing.”
When he began laughing again, I flipped him off.
Once we finally finished with the last of the paperwork, I was ready to start the evening with Aubree and get to know her better. When we walked out of the conference room, Phillip turned in the direction of my office instead of his. When he stopped at Aubree’s desk and began to flirt with her, the muscles tightened in my shoulders and I clinched my hands into tight fists. He was pushing my buttons, and if he didn’t back off, I would put him on his ass.
“Are you busy this evening? I’d love to take you to dinner.” He was sitting on the corner of her desk, smiling down at her. Her cheeks blushed a bright pink, and she spoke up before I had a chance to put him in his place.
“I’m sorry. Maybe another time. I have to work at the coffee shop this evening.”
What the hell? I had no idea she was working two jobs. I had to put a stop to this. “Don’t you have to be somewhere, Phillip?” I barked.
“Looks like that’s my que to leave. Have a good weekend, Aubree.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and threw me a smirk on his way out. Aubree opened her desk drawer, pulled a pair of black flat shoes from her purse, and dropped them on the floor in front of her chair.
“Oh hell. I swear it was a man that invented heels just to torture women,” she mumbled as she began rubbing her bare feet. I dropped to my knees in front of her, taking her small foot in my hand, and began massaging her foot. “Mmmm. Oooh,” she moaned as I dug my thumbs into the arch of her foot, and with each little sound that escaped her luscious lips, my dick grew harder. “Where did you learn to do that?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she jerked her foot from my hands and shoved her feet in her flat black shoes. “Never mind. I don’t want to know!” She hissed, grabbing her purse from the drawer.
I was still on my knees, looking up at her, when she stood, putting me at eye level with her sex. Her smell was intoxicating. She was as turned on as I was. It was so tempting to lift that little skirt and eat her pussy right there at her desk. That would give her something to think about every time she sat behind her desk, but judging by the tone of her voice, she’d probably snap my neck.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to be at work in five minutes.”
I stood and shoved my hands in the pockets of my black slacks. “Why are you still working at the coffee shop?”
“There is life after Grayson Decker,” she responded, as she walked across the hall to the elevator and disappeared from sight.