With a glare, the jackass nods and crosses his arms across his chest.
“So?” he asks sarcastically. “That doesn’t mean you could get me fired.”
“Last chance to save your job,” I say warningly. He just glares harder. I shrug, pull out my phone, and hit the number for William Kane, the CEO of Carter Jeffries. I put him on speaker phone.
“Hello?” he rumbles.
“Hey William, it’s Kaden Charles.”
Mr. Pencil Neck’s eyes are bugging out of his forehead. I’m assuming that he probably recognizes William’s voice…and my name.
I warned him, right?
I pull Brittney closer to my side.
“Hey Kaden! I’ve been meaning to call you and set up a golf game. Your secretary says you’re taking it up?”
I try not to laugh. Good ol’ Gweny, helpful to the end.
“I might, yeah, but listen, I need to ask you a favor.” I look up at Mr. Pencil Neck and ask, “What’s your name?”
He’s shaking his head in terror when Brittney pipes up, “Jake McDonald.”
“Hey, I’ve got a Mr. Jake McDonald here. He needs to be fired Monday morning. Can you take care of that for me?”
“Sure can! I’ll tell HR on Monday. He’s a jackass anyway.” Jake is shaking his head so hard, I’m afraid it’s going to go flying off. I just smile placidly at him.
“Yeah, that’s exactly my opinion on the topic. You have a good night, and I’ll call you about that golf game.”
“Great! Thanks for the phone call.”
Right as I hit the red button, ending the call, Jack starts screaming, “You bastard, how dare you!” He goes swinging for my face, and I pull Brittney with me to the side, letting him spin past me and into a table of customers.
“Sir, it’s time for you to leave,” a bouncer says, hurrying up to us, grabbing his elbow and dragging him from the restaurant, kicking and screaming like a little girl.
“I was totally going to just punch him, but, you know, we’re on a rooftop and all,” I say, finally able to smile down at Brittney like I’d been wanting to for ages. What felt like years, really. “I’d hate for him to fall off.”
“Very practical of you,” she says, grinning back up at me. “He deserved to get fired; I don’t think he deserved to die, though.”
“Yeah, it seemed a little extreme.”
Enough words. They aren’t my strong suit anyway. It’s time to show Brittney how I feel. I stroke her hair away from her forehead and then dip my head down to kiss her. When our lips meet, it’s like fireworks and the band starting up and winning the lottery, all rolled up into one.
Except, in this case, it’s even better, because kissing her feels like home.
“Want to take me home?” Brittney asks when we finally pull apart, snuggling into my side.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather take her.
119
Brittney
Kaden Charles loves me.
I’m not making this up, I swear, he actually said it to me. Finally.
He finally showed he cares about me. I can’t stop repeating the words in my head: Kaden Charles loves me. Have I ever been this happy?
I don’t know if Lisa or Diesel pushing him is what made him finally pay attention and stop being so blasé. But it doesn’t matter now. Kaden came for me. And hearing him saying those little three words… It changed everything. Every single thing.
Nothing will ever be the same now.
We catch a cab back to his place and I don’t know how I kept my hands to myself.
Yup, it’s sitting on my hands all over again. This is starting to be a habit. I am so wet that I’m sure it’s made the leather all sticky.
But it doesn’t matter now – Kaden has finally admitted his feelings and I’ve done the same and we’re going to his place with the speed of two horny teenagers. We can’t wait. No, not one damn minute.
The moment we step foot inside his penthouse, I’m all over him, my mouth yearning for the taste of his lips, my hand aching for the smoothness of his skin. I kiss him wildly, our lips parting and letting our tongues dance around each other in a frenzy; I grab his shirt then and just rip it open, ruining it but not giving a damn about it. I push it down his arms and kiss him all over his hard chest, savoring him with an hunger I didn’t even know existed inside of me.
His hands go to my legs then, hiking up my dress to my waist. He licks his lips as he looks at the drenched thong that covers my pussy. He doesn’t lose any time - in a single second he’s on his knees and, with a flick of his fingers he pushes my thong to the side. Before I can even gasp, his mouth is wrapped tight against my pussy, and he starts sucking there as if he has been thinking of doing it all day long. Which I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case - I also spent the whole day daydreaming of his cock.