Heather excused herself from the table to go to the bar. Wade was on the phone, but she waited for him to finish. He nodded at her then put the phone down.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Do you have a thing for Connie?” Heather wanted to make sure she wasn’t mistaking niceness for an interest.
He glanced back at the table. She looked behind her. Connie was walking toward the ladies’ room. Heather noticed her ass was swaying to her own beat. Glancing back at Wade she saw his eyes were on her friend’s ass. She clicked her fingers in front of his face.
“Not cool looking at my friend’s ass that way.”
“But you just asked—”
“Exactly, I asked. I didn’t give you permission to gaze fuck her.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“You should be.” She paused to run her hands along the bar. “You need to make your move before another guy snaps her up. She’s hot, Wade. Don’t be scared, but put yourself out there.”
He stared past her shoulder as Connie walked back to her seat. She waited until he nodded his head then went back to her friends.
They were giggling as she took her seat. Amber sobered up first. “Let’s talk about how you’re going to get Mr. Boss’s attention.”
“Oh, I think you should hand in your notice and wear the shortest skirt possible,” Ashley said.
For the next hour over lunch and drinks her friends organised her wardrobe for the following week.
Heather absorbed all of their ideas. Some of them sounded cheeky, and she couldn’t wait to implement them. Monday morning couldn’t come fast enough for her.
She turned down the alcoholic drink and spent the afternoon sipping coffee instead. Because they had work the following day, they left each other and walked their separate ways home.
When she got to the gate for her home she was surprised to find her older brother, Elijah, sitting on her doorstep.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. Heather loved her brother, but she didn’t like him very much.
“I wanted to come and see you. I’ve missed you, sis.”
She saw the suitcase next to him. Raising an eyebrow she waited for him to talk.
“I’m moving here. I need a place to crash until then.” He didn’t ask or look like he was prepared to beg.
“Why don’t you stay with the parents?” she asked.
“Seriously? You can’t put up your big brother for a few weeks?”
“Weeks?”
Shaking her head at the situation she opened the front door. If she had to put her brother up for a few weeks then she would need reinforcements. Her friends could stay over with her at some point.
Chapter Three
On Monday morning Julian was waiting for Heather to arrive at eight-thirty. His office door was wide open so he’d catch her the moment she walked in. After seeing her at Wade’s club he’d wanted to talk to her. He wanted to make sure that the efficient PA he’d become accustomed to still existed. Since Friday night watching her dance Julian hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. The sensuous sway of her hips and the bounce of her tits were driving him to distraction. For the past three nights he’d dreamt about nothing but seducing his personal assistant. The image of her bent over his desk with her ass in the air made him wish the dream had been reality. She would look amazing over his desk waiting for him to fuck her.
Rubbing a hand down his face he picked up his phone and began trying to work out his frustration in making more money. At nine on the dot his gaze went outside his office door. A woman was bent over Heather’s desk. Her legs were shapely and well defined. Her ass was full with a generous amount of flesh going on. His cock pulsed in his pants, the thick length growing as he imagined stripping away the skirt and plunging into her wet warmth. Would her pussy be waxed or have a smattering of pubic hair? He didn’t know the answer to the question, but he wanted to find out.
The attraction was instantaneous and intense. He’d never felt anything like this for any other woman. He hadn’t seen her face yet. When he’d gotten into work that morning his thoughts had been on Heather and talking to her about her time spent after work. He couldn’t have his fellow business associates seeing his reliable personal assistant as anything other than reliable and trustworthy. Heather could wait while he got to the bottom of the woman leaning over her desk. That ass was too good to deny.
Julian looked ‘round to get a good look at the woman when she stood and walked into his office. Heather Booth had been the woman leaning over her desk. He leaned back as she walked into his office. Her hips swayed as if they had a tune of their own.