“Can I help you?” Jennifer, the receptionist, asked as she looked at me like I was crazy.
“Where’s Henry?” I asked in a panic.
“He’s in the draw room.” She pointed to the door on my right. “Give me a sec and I…” I left the desk, and she was yelling at me, telling me I couldn’t go in there, but fuck her. I had a man to make up with.
I blew through that door, as well, and walked down the hall until I heard his voice. It was like music to my ears. I paused for a minute to try and gather myself.
I walked to the door of the draw room. He was just coming out from around the curtain, taking off his gloves and throwing them in the trash. He paused for a moment, like he sensed me. He turned toward the door and saw me standing there.
“Elaina?” He took a hurried two steps and met me at the door.
“I got the flowers and the note.” My voice cracked, and then I shattered again. Ugh, only he could do that to me. He grabbed me and held me. “I’m so sorry, Henry. I’m so sorry.”
“Love… Oh, god. I can’t even tell you. I was so afraid…”
“I had no idea you felt that way.”
“I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
“I knew you loved me, but I didn’t know it was like that.”
“I would give my last breath to you, and I’m not just saying that. I mean every last word.” He pulled me so close, I felt like we were one. He loosened his grip, and I looked up at him. He held my face in his cool hands. “God, I love you.” His mouth came crashing down on mine. We heard someone clear their throat behind us, and we pulled apart.
“Hey, bossman. I’ve got this handled if you need a few minutes.”
Henry nodded. “Right. Come on. Let’s go talk in my office.” He looked back again. “I’ll let Jennifer know when I’m available.” His employee nodded.
Henry walked me to his office. I had never been there before. It was pretty nice for an office. Nice clean lines, everything was neat and tidy and not one piece of paper was out of place. He closed and locked the door behind us.
“So is this what the boss’ office looks like?”
He smiled. “Yup. Pretty swanky, eh?” I laughed. “Give me a sec.” He hit the intercom on his phone. “Jennifer…?”
“Yes, bossman?” It made me laugh a little that everyone called him that.
“Hold my calls. I will let you know when I’m available.”
“Alright.”
“Thanks.”
“You got it.” He hit the button and turned to me.
“Come here, woman.” I shyly walked up to him. He ran his finger down my cheek. “You know the best part about fighting?”
His voice had that sexy growl that made my inner core come alive, and made my panties want to drop to the floor. I shook my head with an innocence that I never possessed. Of course I did know, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“The make-up sex.” Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! That was exactly what I was thinking. He pulled me into him, and I felt his arousal.
He kissed me with desperation. “I thought I lost you forever,” he whispered into my ear as he kissed his way down my neck. He picked me up and sat me down on his desk. I stiffened in a moment of worry that I wasn’t the first girlfriend to be taken on his desk.
He stepped back for a second and cocked his head to the left slightly, sensing my recoil.
“I’ve never brought anyone in here before, if that’s what you’re thinking.” I smiled and reached for him. He kissed me deeper, and started pulling my t-shirt off. I wrapped my legs around his trim waist.
“Henry…?” I was breathless.
“Yes, love?” He kissed my chest and unhooked my bra.
“They won’t hear us?”
“Not if you can be quiet.” I pulled off his t-shirt and admired the beautiful man standing before me. I ran my hands down his shoulders, over his arms. For the first time, I noticed he had a nasty scar on the underside of his forearm. I moved to his chest, which also had a few scars on it above his heart, and headed south for his belt buckle.
“You look amazing,” I whispered while admiring his well-toned physique.
“As do you.” I always blushed when he complimented me. “Let’s try something different. Can I take you from behind?” I nodded. “Good. I have been dying to take you that way.”
There was always a first time for everything. I was nervous about it, but I would have done anything he asked. I’d run naked through the streets of New York if he wanted me to, as long as I knew he would be mine forever.
He yanked off the rest of my clothes and groaned while looking at me. When looking was no longer enough, he began rubbing my back and my ass with his icy hands. His touch sent a shiver up my spine. He twisted me around, and I heard him drop his pants. A ripple of excitement ran through my body.