“A paralegal,” Vaughn corrects him. “And she was more than helpful. She guided me through the process to a very satisfying conclusion. I was in very able hands.”
What is he playing at? My cheeks flush hot, and I’m sure people can tell what he is alluding to. I can’t take this anymore. Thank god Carter is so self-obsessed, he probably didn’t notice.
“I have to get that Montgomery file,” I mutter quickly, turning on my heel and fleeing down the hallway. I’ve turned the corner, heading for the safety of my cubicle, when I feel a hand grab my arm and I’m suddenly pulled into the privacy of a small alcove.
I gasp, finding myself pressed up against Vaughn’s muscular body for the third time in a week. “What are you doing?” I yelp, as his hand slides up my thigh. “Stop that!”
“I didn’t hear any complaints last time.” Vaughn leans closer, his breath hot against my throat.
I feel a twist of lust, but I fight it back and shove him away. “That was a mistake,” I tell him, “It can’t happen again.”
“I bet you a hundred bucks it will.” Vaughn reaches out and pops my top button open, his finger grazing my skin. I shiver. I should step away, redo my blouse—but something stops me. “Have dinner with me, tonight,” he says. “I promise, you’ll be too busy coming all over my tongue to care about losing the bet.”
My stomach clenches. Dear God, but he’s sexy when he talks like that. I have a sudden flashback to the bathroom: his fingers inside me, his body grinding against mine.
“No.” I break free, pushing him away again. “I won’t have dinner with you.”
“So we skip dinner.” Vaughn gives me a wicked grin. “I’d prefer to eat you out any day.” He slowly licks his lips.
Oh Lord. My legs go weak. If he can drive me to heaven and back with just two fingers, imagine what he can do with that tongue...
Get a grip, Keely!
“No,” I tell him again, putting every last ounce of self-control in that one syllable. I look him straight in the eye, so he can tell just how serious I am. “I’m not having dinner with you, or anything else. What happened between us was a lapse in judgment. I acted totally unprofessionally, and it won’t happen again. Ever.”
Vaughn looks stunned. “You’re turning me down?” he says slowly, like he can’t believe it. “A-fucking-gain?”
“Goodbye.” I side-step out of his embrace before I can change my mind. “They validate parking at the front desk.”
And then, with the last thread of my dignity still intact, I walk away.
TEN
VAUGHN
The client calls while I’m jacking off to porn in my office.
“What the fuck am I paying you for?” he yells on my voicemail. “It’s been a week already, and you still haven’t sealed the deal! I’m running out of time!”
Tell me about it.
My hard-on wilts at the sound of his voice. Fuck it. The porn wasn’t working any way. Even the top-shelf stuff doesn’t get me off these days -- not with the memory of Keely’s wet, hot pussy still fresh in my mind.
Her hand tight around my cock. Her body shuddering under my touch.
“Dammit!” I yell, shoving everything off my desk in a rage. I’ve never struck out like this before.
Maggie pokes her head around the door. “I’d find this amusing, if you weren’t such a little bitch right now,” she tells me, taking in the mess.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” I demand, zipping up my flies. “She said no. Twice! Even after I made her come her brains out in the museum bathroom. Even after she got a handful of my cock.”
That’s the part that gets me really fucking pissed. Keely saw exactly what I had in store for her -- and she still walked away.
What the hell am I doing wrong?
“I like this girl already,” Maggie says. “She sounds like she’s got you all figured out.”
“Don’t I pay you to be helpful?” I grumble. “So help.”
Maggie laughs, coming to help me clean up. “Have you tried a little romance?”
I glare. “Romance is for pussies who can’t get laid.”
“Well, right now I’m looking at one.” Maggie smirks at me. “Jesus, don’t look so tragic. Buy the girl some flowers. Woo her a little.”
“Woo?” I sneer.
“Yes, woo,” Maggie sighs. “Make her feel like you don’t just want to bang her brains out and disappear. Like she’s special. Unique. You can fake that, right?”
The phone out front starts ringing and she disappears, leaving me to think about what she’s just said.