I scrunched up another sheet of paper and aimed for the recycling box. With a flick of my wrist, it went flying across the room.

“Yes!” I hadn’t lost my magic, at least not when it came to wastebasket basketball.

I spun around in my chair, stood up, and looked out over Atlanta. A whole city. So many women to choose from, yet the one I wanted had disappeared. Okay, so she did eventually text me on Thursday, which was yesterday. She had some excuse about being busy, but I saw right through it, since she didn’t suggest meeting up.

I wasn’t convinced it was over. There was just too much chemistry between us.

It was Friday just before five, and I was waiting for a courier to show up with some papers for me to sign. Ironically, the documents were being sent by Bella’s firm, since it was my lawyer there who’d prepared them.

I buzzed my secretary.

“Yes, Conrad?”

“Papers still not here?””

“No, they’re not. What would you like me to do?”

“Have them hand delivered by one of their staff. We’re only a few blocks away.”

“Sure.”

I was annoyed. I wanted to get out of the office at a decent time, since it was Friday. I didn’t have a date or anything like that, but I wanted to meet with Silas and our other buddy for dinner and a few drinks. Hopefully, it’ll help get my mind off Bella. I sighed. Sweet Bella.

There was a knock at my door.

“Yes?” I sat back down and leaned back.

“Is it okay if I call it a night?”

“Sure, go ahead. Just tell security downstairs to let the delivery guy up, okay? They’re coming from the firm Wallace & Thornton. Have a good weekend.”

“You, too.” She smiled and shut the door. I got up and walked around the floor. It was quiet. There were still a few younger analysts around. Hopefully, they actually had some work to do and weren’t just sticking around for face time, because that would be sad. I didn’t need to see people slaving away in order to appreciate them.

After making the rounds, I made myself a coffee in the kitchen and took it back to my office. I left my door open, began streaming some Christmas music, and put my feet up on the desk.

I hoped these documents would show up soon, because my stomach was grumbling and I couldn’t wait for dinner.

My office phone rang.

“Mr. Brock?”

“Yes.”

“This is security downstairs. There’s someone here with some documents for you to sign. I told them I can deliver them but they insist they’re sensitive legal docs that must be hand delivered and signed.”

“That’s okay, let them up.”

Finally! I could get this over with and get out of here. I shot Silas a quick text to let him know I’d be out of here soon and then I waited.

I heard the faint ring of the elevator door and fished my favorite pen out of my desk drawer. I was gonna sign these as fast as possible, if they’d let me, but I knew these lawyer types liked to double and triple check that you signed right and then explain everything. Fuck. I don’t have time for that.

My door was open but the delivery guy knocked anyways.

“Come in!” I said, without looking up. “Let’s get this done. Thanks for coming by.”

“No problem,” came the voice from the doorway.

It made me stop in my tracks. I’d heard that voice before. I’d heard it laugh, moan, and scream in ecstasy.

My gaze met hers.

“Bella?”

“Yes,” she said stiffly.

She was cool, or at least she tried to be. But there were some subtle signs that her heart was thumping just as fast as mine was. The hand clutched the folder of documents a little too tightly. So tightly that her knuckles were white. Her eyes darted around the room. They seemed to rest on everything except me. And her hand trembled. The pencil skirt she wore fit her perfectly. Damn, how I’d love to lift it up and make her scream again.

I let out a breath.

“Bella.”

“Yes, it’s me,” she said, approaching the desk. She began arranging the documents on my desk, opening them to their signature pages. I watched those elegant hands flying around and wanted nothing more than to gather them in my own and kiss them.

“I see. Well, this is awkward.”

She sighed. “It is. My boss likes to torture me, I guess. I was just about ready to go home, but no. He plopped these down on my desk and sent me here. So, here I am. Not by choice.”

Her meaning wasn’t lost on me. It wasn’t her idea. Without a word, I began signing. Signature after signature, her perfectly manicured fingers pointing to the signature lines. Her scent was mesmerizing. Her proximity was like an aphrodisiac. I forgot about dinner and all I could think about was the taste of her pussy and the feel of her nipples between my fingers. The strain of my hardening cock against my pants was distracting and I shifted in my seat.

I couldn’t let her go.

“Are you sure these are the right documents? I don’t recall seeing them.”

I was such an asshole.

“What? Yes, I’m sure. Mark handed them to me. He said he’s explained them to you. They’re the ones that need to be filed with the Commission.”

“I see,” I said, meeting her eyes. I put my pen down and leaned back. Her gaze flitted to the documents and back to me again.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to finish signing them?”

I examined her face. She was playing cool, but I was willing to bet anything her panties were drenched. Her lips were bright pink and puffy and her pupils dilated. She wanted me, she just couldn’t tell me, which was a shame because by now I was hard as a rock.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I said, getting up and walking over to my window.

She cleared her throat. “You must be wondering what happened to me.”

“You could say that.”

I put my hands in my pockets. I had to do something with them, otherwise they might end up all over her. Her gaze darted to my groin momentarily, and then she looked down, her cheeks bright pink.

“I had a great time, don’t get me wrong. I just thought maybe it went too fast. And my boss doesn’t appreciate it.”

I frowned. “Your boss? What does he have to do with anything? You and he are not—you know…”

She gasped. “Oh, hell no!”

“I didn’t think so, sorry.”

She stepped closer. “He says it’s against policy, and—”

“Is this guy for real?”

Bella nodded, biting her beautiful lip. The lips I wanted to kiss.

“Besides, this was a mistake from the beginning. Don’t tell Delilah, but I only joined her service on a dare. I didn’t think it would go this far.”

“How far? This far?”

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close, and brushed her lips with mine.

“Conrad…” she moaned.

My lips covered hers again and I’d never tasted anything sweeter. Except maybe her pussy.

“I want you, Bella. More than anything.”

I backed her up until her ass was pressed against the wall. With one hand, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. Fuck, the feel of her skin under my fingers was like magic.

She kissed me back. Hard.

I pulled her top over her head. Her tits were practically spilling out over the top of her bra, and before long they were on the floor along with her top.

Fuck that dinner Silas. I was skipping straight to dessert.