Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Why do you care if I’ve eaten or not?”
He shakes his head. “Stop with the questions. Why all the questions?”
I gape at him. “I hardly ever question you.”
Darby sits back, now crossing his hands over his chest. “No. You’re innocent, aren’t you? You don’t try to sleep with me.” I place my fork on the table and cross my own arms over my chest as I stare at him. His eyes fling to my breasts then back up to me.
“You make me want to sleep with you. Trust me, it isn’t the wisest decision on my part.”
“If I slept with you, I would have to fire you first.”
I laugh at him then lean over. “You could fire me as you spank me, then hire me back when I’m leaving.” Something twinkles in his eyes, but I try to not read too much into it as I pick up my fork and start eating.
“You test my boundaries.”
I shake my head at him. “Please, if I remember correctly, you kissed me.”
“Are you finished?” he asks looking at my now empty plate.
“No,” I say as I call the waiter over and order dessert, with a big smile on my face.
13
Darby
Observing her eat is making my cock stir, the way she licks the chocolate off the spoon then lifts the glass of champagne I ordered for her to her lips. It’s like watching fucking heaven. Sweet baby Jesus, what the fuck am I doing even sitting here with her? It’s bad enough I was so fucking angry thinking that man was with her and that every time she reached over to grab his hand, it took everything within me to stay where I was and not make a scene. But my eyes couldn’t, wouldn’t move away, even when I demanded them to. She was out on a date, and it was making me furious. And not just a date at a shitty restaurant, it’s one of the best in the city.
Then I found out it was her brother, after he basically told her to not work for us and that it was beneath her. I now know more about her family after I’ve done some digging, thanks to Echo. I should have checked photos, though that would have made this night run a lot smoother, rather than ending with me watching her mouth-fuck a spoon when I wish it were my cock. Her father basically runs the company that was handed down to the men in the family. There’s not one woman’s name mentioned anywhere in the company roster.
“Will you stop that?” I finally groan, moving in my chair, trying to make this more comfortable.
Her head swivels to me, and she smiles, placing the spoon back in her mouth. “Stop what?”
“You know what you’re doing, stop mouth-fucking that damn spoon.”
She bursts out laughing and holds onto her stomach as her head drops. When she manages to calm down for a second, she looks back up at me with happy tears in her eyes.
“Is that even a word?” she asks.
“Fucked if I know, but stop it.”
She leans forward so her neck is all I can see as she shifts in closer to my ear. “Do you want to kiss me again, Darby?”
I like it when she says my name, slow and deliberate. My tongue darts out and touches her neck.
She jumps a little as my lips kiss her, then I pull back.
“No.”
Olympia sags in her chair, her hand coming up to touch her neck. “Just fire me, this tension needs to go.” Her hands go up in the air then back down in some sort of frustrated movement.
“I won’t re-hire you.”
She waves me off. “Like I need the job…” her eyes go back to me, “… but the bar needs me.” She winks.
Shit, she’s right, it does.
Johnny isn’t back, so she’s it for the time being.
And Creed actually likes her, which is fucking new.
“The dilemma is real then. Guess you will have to find another way to get rid of all that sexual tension.” She’s a little vixen, because the moment she finishes saying that, she stands and leans over the table reaching for something. My eyes stay glued to her ass in that perfectly tight dress. Fuck. Now I have to adjust myself because I want her more than anything. But I also don’t want her because there’s consequences to that action.
“We should go.”
She sits back down and crosses her legs one over the other. “We should. I would invite you back to mine, but I know you won’t come.”
“I have Charles.”
She leans forward. “So invite me back to yours instead.”
I shake my head. “That’s not happening, this needs to stop. I’m your boss, you have to stop this.”
She stands then looks over to Charles then back to me. “If this is how you want to play, that’s fine. Friends?” she asks offering me her hand. I stand, taking her hand in mine. She pulls me into a hug, and when she does, my cock rubs against her. The friction makes me regret everything I’ve just said and want to take her right now, not giving a fuck who sees or cares.