Page 64 of Rekindling Desire

“You’re walking a tightrope, Ella. If Dwain Welsh or any other CEO feels you’ve given preferential treatment to Sinclair or unwittingly shared with Mr. Sinclair, Beta Kappa Phi’s reputation is on the line.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me as manager?”

“No. I’m telling you to be careful. Maybe if Damien is replaced by his brother, it will be easier.”

I shook my head. “Nothing about Darius running Sinclair Pharmaceuticals would be easier. Damien has shown his competency over the last four and a half years.”

“I heard their father has taken ill.”

“As I said, there is a lot happening.”

Millie took a deep breath. “Tell me what you learned over the weekend.”

What I learned.

About the coalition.

Taking my notebook from my satchel, I gave her the structure of the coalition. By the time I left her office, I had Millie’s cautionary stamp of approval to keep working the campaign. As I gave that some thought, I decided it was similar to Damien’s probationary period. Millie was either giving me the chance to prove myself or enough rope to hang myself.

The jury was out.

Before texting Deidra, I stopped by Niles’s office.

After giving me a hug, he closed the door. “What in the world is going on?”

I scoffed. “Too much to say right now. Let me try with the abbreviated version.”

Damien

“Ms. Crystal is here,” Johnathon said, speaking through our intercom.

Before I could remind him that she didn’t need to be announced or tell him to send her in, the door to my office opened. Pushing back on my desk chair, I scanned from Ella’s beautiful hair to her shiny shoes, pausing on all the curves in between.

“You’re doing it again,” she said, coming around my desk and leaning down for a kiss.

After our kiss, I reached for her shoulders. “Don’t stand up. I like the view of your gorgeous breasts.”

“Inappropriate.” Despite my command, she stood and leaned her round ass against my desk.

“What am I doing?”

“Looking at me as if I’m not wearing clothes.”

I chuckled. “I’m seeing the clothes and imagining them falling to the floor.” Standing, I leaned close and whispered in her ear, purposely blowing warm air onto her slender neck. “Did you lock the door?”

“No.”

“It’s a shame.” I ran my hands down her arms with a ghostly touch, watching her reaction. The way the small hairs stood to attention and how her grip of the desk’s edge tightened. My words came out breathy. “I guess I can’t bend you over this desk, flip up that sexy skirt, and bury myself deep inside your wet pussy.”

Ella’s cheeks filled with a rosy hue. “How do you know I’m wet?”

“Because I can smell you. And you smell sensational.” I leaned back, scanning the front of her blouse. “And your nipples are hard. They’re giving you away.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Maybe I’m cold.”

“Are you…cold?”

“No,” she said with a grin as she lifted her arms to my shoulders. “I need to do work today, but I wanted to thank you.”

---