Chapter One
As the purely male form brushed past me, leaning to retrieve a file from my desk, I inhaled deeply, savoring his scent. The man always smelled so yummy. Making a scene and taking another huge whiff of him was exactly what I wanted to do. Somehow I managed to control myself. It was getting harder and harder. I’d been working for him for eight months. Thirty-two weeks of being a horny ball of sexual frustration was a long time.
Jeremy Dermott, CEO of Dermott Holdings, had to be the sexiest man alive. I couldn’t be too far off in my assessment since he’d actually made a top-fifty-most-eligible-bachelors list four years running. Other women had to find him equally as panty wetting as I did. They didn’t work for him, so they didn’t have to keep that tidbit to themselves.
Jeremy pressed closer to me, his gray suit material brushed against the bare portion of my forearm. The man was dressed to impress, or intimidate. I wasn’t sure which. When others came in and sat across from him while he was wearing an outfit that cost more than I made in a year, I’m sure it did do unspoken things to those who wanted to stand up against him business-wise.
My sheath dress was red. Jeremy seemed to look in my direction more when I wore the color. I knew it looked good against my pale skin and that it worked with my dark hair. Since I was trying to catch the eye of a super-rich and super-powerful guy, I took all the help I could get.
The notched lapels of Jeremy’s two-button jacket seemed to pull my gaze to his upper chest. I’d never seen him shirtless, but I had to believe he was in great shape. It made me slightly self-conscious about myself. I’m not a fitness buff. The treadmill is as into it as I get and that is only a couple of times a week. I try to eat right, and by right, I mean only one slice of cake when I’m craving it instead of two. Unlike my best friend, I didn’t make hanging out at the gym to pick up men a habit. I didn’t really make hanging out to pick up men anywhere a habit. Probably why I was single.
It might have been my imagination, but Jeremy seemed to linger longer than necessary. Since purring and rubbing against him like a cat was out of the question and could cost me my job should he take offense, I focused harder on the report pulled up on my computer screen. Honestly, I had no idea what it said. At this point it was simply something to look at other than my boss’s rock-hard body.
The man who had interviewed and hired me had been seventy if he was a day. I’d assumed I would be working for him. Turns out, although Mr. Thomas wore many hats, the title of my boss wasn’t one of them. After eight months, I still wasn’t completely sure what, exactly, Mr. Thomas’s job description was, but he seemed to handle a lot of odds and ends for Jeremy. Things I had found myself taking over slowly.
Jeremy’s arm muscles bulged against me and I panicked. My vagina seemed to have one thing on its mind, and that was begging the hunk near me to fuck it. I wasn’t sure my brain would be fast enough to stop my mouth from agreeing with my vagina and staging a revolution just to get me laid.
“I’ll pick up your clothes in the morning.” With a small tempered sigh, I lowered my gaze. “At the dry cleaners. I’ll pick up your clothes in the morning before work.”
He chuckled, his lips close to my ear. “Thank you, but I’ll have someone else do that.”
“No. It’s fine. I’m your assistant.”
“Ansiley,” he said, making my name sound like it should be starring in a porno. “We’ve had this talk before.”
“What talk, sir?”
He laughed softly again. “The one where I explain you don’t have to be nervous around me. I’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want me to do. And we’ve discussed you calling me Jeremy, not sir.”
Everyone else in the building referred to him as sir or Mr. Dermott. I felt better going with the grain instead of against it. Besides, my lady parts might accidently take it as a sign it was okay to shout fuck me, so I thought it was best I stayed the course. “Yes, sir.”
“Ansiley,” he said, this time I was sure his mouth was at the very least touching my hair. “Look at me.”
Shyly, I did. Damn if his chocolate gaze wasn’t right there, looking through me, probably seeing all the ways I wanted this man to take me. Picturing him tearing my clothes off, pushing me over my desk and fucking the living hell out of me was all too easy. It was also what I thought about as I tried to fall asleep each night. I thought of all the ways I wanted Jeremy Dermott to use me. I’d imagined just about all of them and then some.
Jeremy touched my arm and air swooshed from my lungs. “I have a meeting with Hoates and then I’d like to grab a bite to eat. It’s already late.”