“Hey!” Jeremy shouted before gesturing to the open fridge. “I was just about to grab your bag and come find you.”
“I got it,” I grated, snatching the bag and stalking from the room.
As I expected, Jeremy was only two steps behind. He barged into my office right behind me and made himself at home in the chair across from my desk.
My teeth clenched as I shut the door and they stayed that way until I sat down and snapped, “Get your fucking feet off my desk!”
He looked properly chastised, but the cocky smile was back as soon as his feet were on the floor. He shoved his sandwich into his mouth and spoke around his food, much to my disgust.
“Thanks again for the job.”
“You’re only here because your mother begged me to give you a chance.”
He swallowed his food and let out a fake sound of disappointment.
“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that, Uncle Brian.”
“Do not call me that here. You’ll call me sir or Mr. Wolfe. Nothing else. Got it?”
“Fine. Hey, can I leave a few minutes early today?”
“If you want to get fired, go right ahead,” I said in exasperation, already regretting giving in to my sister’s pleas. At least I had a chance to lay it all on the line. “Don’t think us being related gives you special privileges. If anything—I’ll be watching you more closely than anyone else.”
Jeremy snorted and replied, “Doubt that. If I were you, I’d be too busy watching Mal to pay much attention to me.”
“The fuck did you just say?”
“Mallory Jones. She’s one of the—”
“I know who she is,” I interrupted. “I met her in the hall. What I want to know is why you’re talking like you know her.”
The grin that appeared made my stomach clench. No. No, no, no—
“We dated for a little while.”
The mental image I’d conjured up of her on her knees in my shower suddenly shifted and Jeremy was standing in my place while he tried to fuck her throat like she was nothing but a hole. I physically shuddered, but he was too busy stuffing his face to notice.
Once I got my physical reaction under control, I forced myself to ask the question I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Why’d you break up?”
He paused mid-chew and grinned again. “Why? You interested?”
I scowled. “No. I want to make sure there isn’t going to be any issues between you two.”
At least her hushed conversation with her mother suddenly made sense. Working with an ex was a perfectly valid complaint.
“Good. Trust me—it’s not even worth the effort. She’s got a massive stick up her ass.”
My eye twitched as I resisted the urge to ask what the fuck that meant. Thankfully, I didn’t need to vocalize it.
Jeremy leaned forward and rested his elbow on my desk, dropping his voice as he said, “Seriously. I took her on four dates and got nothing. Nada. Not even a kiss. She had this reputation around campus for being a virgin, but damn. None of us guys were ever able to do anything to pry open those legs and believe me, we fucking tried.”
He snorted and leaned back in the chair while the information slowly sunk in.
Jeremy never touched her. If what he was saying was true, no one had.
Damn it all, the image of her blowing me shifted into her spread out on my bed while I taught her everything there was to know about pleasure. I’d take my time in getting her ready—make her moan and beg and weep—before finally sliding my cock in.
“Yo. You okay?”
Snapping back to reality, I cursed the fact that I was hard as a rock and sitting only a few feet from my nephew. That’s not a position any man should have to be in.
“I’m fine. I just have a lot to do today. Head back to the break room and we’ll catch up later.”
He shrugged one shoulder and gathered his stuff. At least the boy could take a fucking hint. I was almost certain I’d have to throw his ass out.
“Catch you later, boss.”
I grumbled in reply, not moving until the door clicked shut behind him. Only then did I push my chair away from the desk and spin around, taking a long, slow breath as I stared out my window at the city.
The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen was working in my office. That was bad enough. But knowing she was untouched? I absent-mindedly ran my hand over my cock, pondering whether I had enough time to both eat and jerk off before I had to get back to work. Just as I was beginning to ease down my zipper, the intercom buzzed and I bit back a curse.
“Guess I don’t have time for either,” I muttered to myself before pressing the button. “Send them in.”
“Yes, sir.”