One Chance(3)

“What the fuck do I know?” he growled into my ear. While his right hand continued its assault on my body, his left arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. His lips grazed over my ear and then he caught my lobe between his teeth while he simultaneously thrust another finger inside me.

I could feel his erection pressing against my lower back and I wanted it inside me. But given the circumstances, I could settle for his fingers. They were working their own special brand of magic, a hurried frenzy of activity inside me. In, out. Around. Faster and faster. He had me right on the edge of orgasm when we were interrupted by a loud banging on his office door.

He jerked his hand from me and I gasped from the sudden departure. I sucked in hurried breaths and smoothed down my clothes with shaking hands. William had already retreated to his desk and picked up a file with the very hand that had just been inside me. “Come in,” he called in a faint voice. He sat quickly in his chair and placed the file strategically in his lap. I collapsed into a chair across from his desk just as the door opened.

“Sorry to interrupt.” I thought I heard a tone in Dan’s voice. He nodded at me and handed William a stack of papers. “You wanted me to let you know when we got the medical report.”

“Yes. Thank you.” William glanced at the report. “Does this say exactly what I think it says?”

“It does. Good news for us.” Dan grinned. “Now maybe Steve can stop being so cranky.”

William offered a tight smile. “Steve never stops being cranky. That’s why I pay him the big bucks.”

“Sure. Well, I’ll let you two get back to it then.”

I flinched and glanced nervously at William. He kept his eyes on the medical report but I could tell that his hand was still shaking slightly.

“Thanks, Dan. Let’s get a meeting on the books tomorrow to go over this in detail.”

Dan exaggerated a salute. “Sure thing, Connor.”

As the door closed behind Dan, the silence in the office was overwhelming. I could feel William watching me but I wasn’t ready to look at him. As it was, I was having a very hard time not throwing myself over his desk.

“I should go,” I said, wondering if my legs would be able to hold me up.

“Yeah.” William didn’t sound convinced. I finally made eye contact and it was clear that he was conflicted. “Or maybe-”

He didn’t get to finish his thought because his phone picked that moment to ring. After a long hesitation, he picked it up.

“Connor.”

I could tell right away that it was going to be a long call so I used the opportunity to make my getaway before it was too late. I knew from experience that once William Connor got me in his hooks, there was no escape.

My office was supposed to be a safe place- somewhere I could hide out until the storm settled. I needed some time to think and make sure I was ready for what might lie ahead. Choosing William would mean accepting that I might be saying goodbye to my current career. So when the Mark Deston called and asked to meet for lunch, my head wasn’t exactly in a good state.

Mark was the CEO of Palmroil, one of our biggest clients. A few months earlier we had helped them save face after a nasty oil spill. I had worked closely with Mark, and he had been very appreciative. He suggested lunch as a way to say thank you and I was naïve enough to think it was that innocent.

“Olivia, you did good work saving our ass,” Mark said after we had exchanged pleasantries and placed our lunch order. “We owe you.”

“Nonsense. That’s my job, Mark.” I smiled when I thought about what William had said earlier. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks.”

Mark returned my smile easily. He had a very nice smile. “Speaking of big bucks. We want you. I want you.”

“I’m sorry?” I choked on my water and broke into a coughing fit.

“I want to hire you.” Mark drummed his fingers on the table. “Don’t say anything yet. Just hear me out.”

I couldn’t have interrupted even if my brain had been able to string together a coherent thought. My mouth literally couldn’t form words. I nodded that he should continue.

“Whatever Connor is paying you, we’ll go 50 percent higher. The job would mean you would have to relocate to D.C., but the signing bonus we’ll pay you should more than cover expenses associated with that.” Mark reached for his water glass and I noticed the silver band on his ring finger for the first time. I had to admit, it would be nice to have a boss that was 100% off-limits.

“What exactly would I do at Palmroil?” I surprised myself with my question. Was I actually considering taking this job?