Jake
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“Good morning.” Liam says cheerfully when I walk into his office for our Monday morning meeting.
“What's so good about it?” I grumble. The irony of me being the grumpy one between us is not lost on me.
You would think after a night of sex I would be in a better mood. But no, Leslie had to go and ruin that too.
Leslie DuPont is the bane of my existence. Everything about her is dripping with sex. From her fiery red hair that I want to see spread out on my pillow as I drive into her, to those soft curves that were made for sin.
Ever since I met her months ago, she has haunted my thoughts constantly. I knew I had to have her. That chemistry between us only grows stronger with each passing day.
But she's adamant in resisting it. I've seen how she stares at me with those seductive green eyes. I know she's as desperate for me as I am for her.
“What crawled up your ass?” Liam frowns.
I exhale heavily, plopping down on the chair across his desk. “Nothing, let's get started.”
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By the time we're done, almost two hours have passed. I get up to leave but Liam stops me.
“I almost forgot, one more thing. Our publicists suggested we do a charity event sponsored by HADC for our image.”
I furrow my brows. I know things haven't been smooth after Liam went to prison, then the scandal. I think we've done a good job in maintaining our image since then, but this feels wrong. Before I can object, he stops me.
“Trust me, I already gave her an earful about using charity as a gimmick, but I think we should do it. Just not for optics.”
I think on it for a while. This is something I've always wanted to do. Don't get me wrong, we donate large sums of money to numerous charities, but we've never sponsored our own charity event.
I sit back down. “I like it. So, what's the plan?”
“I was thinking we'd use Leslie. We've both been to charity events she's organised. I don't know about you, but I think she does a pretty impressive job.”
'No no no!'
It's bad enough that I see her at my building every fucking day. Seeing her at work will just send me to an early grave. I glare at my best friend. That's his plan isn't it? He's trying to kill me.
I clench my jaw. “No, I'm sure we can find someone else.”
He stares at me. “Why? Are you saying she doesn't do a good job?”
I can see the humour dancing in his eyes. 'Smart ass'. Liam is well aware of my attraction to Leslie. I haven't said anything, but he's known me for far too long not to notice.
“It was bad enough you moved her into my building, now you want us to work with her?”
“Not us, you.” he grins.
My nostrils flare with anger. Now I see it, he's not trying to kill me. He wants me in prison because I'm surely going to kill him.
He chuckles at seeing my reaction. “Com'n, it won't be so bad. Do it as a favor for me. I can't tell Kara that we decided to go with someone else. What would be my excuse?”
He's got me there. I know how crazy he is about Kara. Though things have been on pause between them, I can see how this would work in his favor.
“Fine, I'll set up the meeting. But you owe me big.” I tell him as I get up to leave.
“Thanks, brother”.
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I had Mrs. Davis place a call to Leslie's office to book an appointment. Her assistant informed us that her schedule was full for the foreseeable future. I wonder if that's true or is she trying to avoid working with me too.
When I get back to my penthouse, I take a quick shower, put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and head to her apartment. This is business not personal, she can't keep avoiding me. I knock on her door three times before she opens it.
“What!” She snaps.
I stare at her dumbfounded. I think I just swallowed my tongue. She's standing there with a towel wrapped around her chest. Her red hair dripping wet, her pale skin covered with droplets of water.
I get a whiff of her tentalizing jasmine scent. I find myself breathing more of her in. Everything about her overwhelms my senses.
'Fuck,'
She must've just gotten out of the shower. My eyes trail down her cleavage that can barely be held in that tiny towel to her naked toes. I feel my cock stirring.
'Shit, I had to wear sweatpants.'
Finally my eyes meet hers and a spark of electricity passes between us. She frowns, trying to cover it up but her eyes betray her.
I clear my throat. “We need to talk.” I push the open door and walk inside.
“Hey, you can't just budge in here.”
“I tried making an appointment with your office, but apparently you're too busy. So it's your fault I had to resort to ambushing you at home.” I say, trying to ignore her half naked state.
She rolls her eyes at me. “So dramatic,” she mumbles.
My jaw clenches with the effort it takes not to reprimand her for rolling her eyes at me. I've learned it's a habit of hers. If she does that one more time, I won't be able to restrain myself anymore.
She closes the door. “I just got out of the shower, give me five minutes.” She walks away, my eyes follow her until she disappears into the hallway.
I exhale heavily and start counting backwards from a thousand. Anything to distract myself from the situation brewing in my pants.
It's always like this when I'm around her. All I wanted to do was push her against the door and have my way with her.
It would have been so easy. Ripping up that handkerchief she's passing around as a towel, finally see what treasures she has hidden underneath, raise her leg and slowly slide in that wet tightness.
'Fuck, That did not help my situation.'
She walks back in the living room with an over sized t-shirt reaching upto her upper thighs. Her pale thick thighs draw my attention and I bite my lip. I wonder if she has panties underneath. I close my eyes for a second.
'This is going to suck'.
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