"I don't really give a fuck what they think, CJ. You know that."
"Fair enough," she shrugs. "I do know that, but the good thing is that we don't need to worry about it anymore. By the way, how did your meeting with Abby Cleveland go last night?"#p#分页标题#e#
"It was um … well it … it went great," I say, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I somehow wasn't expecting to field that question right off the bat, and I absently run my fingers through my hair again. CJ would flip if she knew the full truth.
She squints her eyes at me as if she's putting together two pieces of a puzzle and she's just found a match. "Hmm… you were up late last night, you overslept for our meeting this morning … where's Abby now?" CJ asks.
"Um … she's … well, she is—" I start to respond, but CJ cuts me off.
"You have to be kidding me Aidan! Not again. Are you freaking serious!"
"What? Why are you freaking out on me right now?" I shrug.
"You of all people should know by now that this won't end well. Has it ever?" she asks.
"Calm down; everything's fine."
"It's not fine! We can't afford to ruin a perfectly good relationship here. This is a good opportunity. And as your PA, I have to put it bluntly—she may be our last chance," CJ says, leaning back in her chair and looking up at the ceiling in exasperation.
"I fucking promise that's not what's going to happen here."
"Give me a break. That's what always happens."
"This time is different."
"Sure it is, just like the last time, and the time before that, right?"
But before I can answer her and tell her that in fact I never made that kind of promise with any of those other women, I hear a noise behind me.
I stop and swivel my chair around to take a look.
Then I see her.
It's Abby.
She's leaning in the doorway wearing nothing but my button-up shirt. It's big on her. She only has a few buttons clasped, and the shirt is hanging off her right shoulder.
"Morning," she purrs, parting her moist lips in a smile and sweeping her hair to one side.
I immediately want to run my fingers through her hair and pull her close. If I'm honest, there are a lot of things I'd like to do to her right now. I look at her smooth and slender bare legs, and the way the shirt just barely reaches her middle thighs.
"Aidan, are you still there?" CJ asks on the computer and I'm jolted back to reality.
"Yeah, sorry. I'm here, but listen, I've gotta go CJ."
"Aidan, wait, we need to—"
But before she can finish, I interrupt.
"Bye CJ—we'll talk again soon—promise," I blurt out and end our call in a swift click of a button. The screen, and CJ's face, vanishes.
Good.
I have way more important things to attend to.
I turn my attention back to the sexy goddess in the doorway.
"Good morning to you," I say, getting up from my chair and walking toward her.
This is going to be one hell of a morning, I smile to myself.
All I can tell you, babe, is I hope you’re not sitting in public as you’re reading this.
9
Abby
“What was that all about?” I ask him with a yawn, my eyes already roaming over his body. He’s shirtless, a pair of jeans the only clothing on his body. And thank God for that; there’s nothing better than to wake up to a view like that.
I stirred in my sleep the moment I heard his voice and, for a moment, I thought there was actually someone else in the apartment. But then I heard CJ talking, and I started noticing the slightly distorted sound of her voice. I lay in bed for a while, trying not to listen to the two of them, but then curiosity got the best of me and I ambled down the corridor to see what was going on. I stood there, just a few feet away from Aidan, listening CJ chiding him for sleeping with me. The worry in her voice was palpable; I knew that Aidan had a reputation, but judging by the way CJ was talking I guess the rabbit hole goes deeper than I thought.#p#分页标题#e#
“Spying on me, are you?” he asks me as he swivels around in his chair. He gets up and comes up to me with a flicker in his eyes. “And stealing my clothes too.” His eyes roam up and down my body, and I can almost see the hunger growing there. This is going to be an interesting morning, alright.
I should be checking in with Cheryl; I had six missed calls from her this morning, but I knew she’d want to know about how the night ended, and I didn’t feel like talking about it while still inside Aidan’s apartment.
“Well, you stole my virginity, sir, so I guess it’s only fair,” I purr teasingly, pulling down on the hem of his shirt as if I was trying to hide my nakedness.