His damp skin felt hot under my fingertips and as my sense of reality returned, I wondered how the heck we could possibly hide the physical signs of our lovemaking from our coworkers.
With a sigh I peeled myself off his glorious body and pulled on my panties. I straightened my skirt as my gaze remained glued to his sturdy chest. He was stunning. In spite of the soreness between my legs, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist if he desired another round. “Oh god. You’re probably late for your meeting.”
He glanced at his watch with an amused glint in his eyes. “We’re right on time.”
“People will be able to tell.”
“So?” His grin widened at my horrified expression.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Brooke.” His long fingers clasped my chin and pushed up until I was forced to meet his electrifying gaze. “I don’t intend to keep us a secret for much longer. But you’re right. The boss fucking the personal assistant during working hours isn’t going to boost work morale, so let’s freshen up. Want a quick shower?” He winked toward the door I had spied earlier.
“You have your own bathroom?” Why wasn’t I surprised?
“I’m the boss,” he said sheepishly. “I can have whatever I want.” His palm slapped my backside in case I failed to catch on to the not so subtle meaning of his words. Grinning, I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance.
“You wish.”
His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him, my back rubbing down the front of his slacks. “Such a shame we don’t have time. I’d love to give this glorious ass of yours a good spanking.” The dangerous undertones of his deep voice hit a note with me and I found my nipples straining against the silky fabric of my bra.
I groaned, irritated with myself.
Damn.
How the hell could he possibly have such an effect on me? It wasn’t natural.
“You know who could really use a spanking? Your inflated ego.”
“You didn’t just say that, Brooke. I warned you, baby. I might need to cancel that meeting after all.”
Laughing, I dodged his grip and shot for the bathroom, praying the sexy warning in his voice was nothing but a joke. Knowing Jett Mayfield’s ego and his fondness of keeping a to-do list, he wouldn’t forget. Secretly, I hoped I’d soon get what he thought I deserved.
Say tonight.
I was screwed.
Literally.
And the sad thing about it was that I couldn’t wait. For him. For what he had to offer. For the way he made me feel. I loved every minute we spent together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I spent my first official day at Mayfield Realties following Jett in and out of meetings, redirecting countless phone calls, and spurning at least twice that many, while familiarizing myself with Jett’s important accounts. Everyone’s eyes had been on the boss’s new personal assistant, so naturally he kept his hands off me. By the end of the day, I had barely had time to look at the newest developments in the Lucazzone case. I wanted to tackle the case because the sooner I was finished, the more I could prove that I deserved this position, and that Jett had made the right decision by hiring me.
Although I loved spending time with him, I was thankful when Jett announced he’d be caught in an early business dinner, and would have to leave now to make it on time across town in the late afternoon traffic.
After kissing me goodbye, he promised to text as soon as dinner was finished. I grabbed another cup of coffee, spent a few minutes chatting with Emma, and then returned to my office and the file waiting on my desk. I took a sip of my coffee, ready to get engrossed in my first multi-million dollar project, when a red stamp caught my attention. I almost spit out my coffee as I read the two words in capital letters: UNDER OFFER.
The old man had finally decided to sell. My gaze fell on the price.
Forty million.
Holy shit.
Twenty million more than planned.
Luxury estates weren’t my specialty field, but even I could see the estate wasn’t worth it. The company would make a loss so big it could swallow up Alaska. Why would Jett take such a risk? I took a deep breath to steady the nervous flutter in my stomach.
It might not be my job to advise him on how to conduct business, but I sure wouldn’t shut up and let him make such a brainless move. The contracts weren’t signed yet, so we could still get out of it. Ignoring the incoming call, I picked up my cell and speed-dialed Jett’s number. He picked up on the first ring.
“Hey, pretty. What’s up?”
Taking a deep breath, I mentally prepared my words. He was a successful business mogul who’d take crap from no one. After pondering for two seconds, I decided being direct and to the point was the best way to go. “I just had a look at the Lucazzone file and while I see the estate’s potential, I feel it’s my duty to tell you that the price is too high.”