Lex(33)

He feels so good, and I am so turned on right now. It’s a miracle I’m wearing a leather skirt to conceal just how much.

“Dior is an exquisite perfume.” He sexily mutters, running his fingers through my hair.

This can’t be happening!

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me further into him so my butt is now sitting on his upper thigh, and he is actually cuddling with me. Over and over, he sweetly combs his fingers through my long hair and I meld into him, loving every sweet gesture, even though I shouldn’t.

“I convinced them suing for three million might put a strain on your professional relationship with the company. And in turn, the probability of a lesser product could be made for their stores.” He whispers, his face nuzzled in my hair, I can feel the hotness of his minty breath sensuously wafting over my neck.

It’s never felt this way with a man before. I’ve only ever been with one, other than Daniel. I never knew it could be this intimate.

“I could never give the lesser of a product and feel okay with myself.” I reassure my voice so tiny, I’m not sure if he heard me.

“Lex, I know that. They don’t.” His lips kiss my hair and I hear his intake of breath, inhaling my scent, groaning in his throat, through his lingering exhale.

“Now, I know you don’t like me. And you have another man you’re talking with. But would you please consider going on a date with me?”

I say the first thing that comes to mind. “Wouldn’t Corey be upset? Isn’t that against bro-code?”

Gradually, I force myself out of his magnetic pull, my heart and my body desperately want to stay pressed against his suit clad, rock-hard deliciously scented chest. My mind, the only logical part of me at this point, is forcing my body to catch up.

“I don’t care. I want to get to know you.”

Those words, those are the magic words, every woman wants to hear. And by God, I love them slipping delicately from between his juicy kissable lips, his nose still nestled into my hair, his hands wrapped gentlemanly around my waist. I’m trying to ignore the hard thickness that’s touching my thigh. But I can’t. He’s hard, and I know it’s huge. So huge, my mouth is watering just thinking about how it might feel gliding between my lips, him looking down at me through hooded lust filled eyes, as his hand lovingly strokes my hair, and he whispers how much he’s always dreamed of me sucking him.

Oh, hell! Stop it Lex, stop it right now! You’re turned on. It’s okay to be horny. It’s okay to feel this way. But is it really? I mean, this is Gage Masterson. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. There is no way he’s not said this to a hundred different women. I can’t be the first, and I surely won’t be the last.

Get out of his lap; get out of his lap right now!

Scooting forward, without giving him a definitive answer, I try to move off his lap. His hands tighten around me, anchoring me to him and I can’t move.

“Please.” Huskily he begs.

“You’re hot, Gage, I’m sure most women fall for this. Now please, let me up.” Grabbing both of the arms of the chair, I use them as leverage as I forcefully pull myself from his hold and he lets me go with a sigh.

Righting my skirt, I confidently, with a strong back, stroll around my desk and professionally sit down. Folding my hands into my lap after I smooth my hair, that probably smells like him now.

“Well, I’ll take this as my cue to leave.” Gage stands, places both hands on the lip of my desk and audibly smells the giant bouquet of roses with an ‘Mmmmmm.’

“Let me know if you change your mind. I’ll see you next Friday.” He turns and he’s gone, closing the door behind him, leaving my room smelling unquestionably like him. His expensive cologne lingering smells of bergamot, cardamom, nutmeg…and… I sniff the air again… And…is that mandarin?

I know it might seem strange I can sniff out the concoction of his cologne. I’ve been in this business a long time and around flowers even longer. It’s a gift.

Calming my flaring libido and frazzled nerves, I get back to work, deleting the Suit Masters emails permanently before I do. I don’t have the time to sit around contemplating opening six measly emails. After the Gage run in, I know my heart can’t take another moment of these intense emotions bubbling up. Feelings I can’t even begin to understand or have ever felt before. This is one hundred percent uncharted waters for this land mammal.



“Well lookie who the cat dragged in.” Barbie’s well-known mild southern accent livens up the place, as soon as I walk in the chiming front doors of her fabulous bakery. Wiping her hands on her white apron, she comes out from behind the counter and displays. Arms spread wide; she lovingly heads straight for me. Her whitening dirty blonde hair pulled messily up onto a bun atop her head, clad in blue jeans, and her famous hot pink polo shirt, with her name embroidered on the left chest in navy blue thread.