Page 36 of Foreplay with the Boss

“Anyway, that’s pretty much the CliffsNotes version of today. Rest assured that I can handle it, although obviously you’re missed here.” A tempting, bad idea popped into my head, and I glanced around to make sure no one was in hearing range. Then I lowered my voice and did my best phone-sex-operator impression. “Also, I miss your big, thick cock.”

My cheeks heated, but along with a hint of embarrassment at actually saying that, another kind of heat formed, excited and wild and having no desire to be tamed whatsoever.

“For every day that you’re gone, I’m going to get that much hornier, and I can’t be held responsible for what abuse your body might take because of it. You’ve been warned…”

The robotic voice told me to press one if I was satisfied with my message and number three to try again.

It’s super unprofessional…

But it’s also super bold, and isn’t this entire thing about learning to be bold?

Okay, so maybe it’s supposed to be more about public speaker bold than owning my sexuality…

I drummed my fingernails on the desk, debating for a couple of seconds, then I made my decision…

CHAPTER 20

Jameson

The situation was worse than I’d expected, and I knew I wasn’t going to be catching a plane tonight, and probably not tomorrow, either. Even if I worked non-stop, the rest of the employees—both the ones here, and back in Boston—were getting ready to leave for the weekend, and my client was pissed enough that I didn’t dare turn down his golfing invite for tomorrow morning. He’d left me with Doug, his “Number Two Guy,” to hash out details, and while we played eighteen holes, I was expected to tell him all the ways I was going to fix the mess. It definitely wasn’t how I’d choose to spend my weekend.

A certain auburn-haired employee flashed to mind, and there was no question I’d rather spend my weekend fitting in as many foreplay and sex lessons as possible. That alone made me glad I’d said yes to having her work for me, but after only two weeks as my assistant, not having her by my side made me realize how much she’d done in such little time. I kept wanting to call her into my makeshift office, even if it just meant bouncing ideas off her.

But it was a bad idea to get used to that, and I was fully capable of running an account myself. Look what happened when I’d left it in someone else’s hands for a little while.

The receptionist, an older grandmotherly type, knocked on the open door as she stepped into the room. “You two skipped lunch, and it’s nearing dinner time, so I decided to have food delivered before taking off.”

“Thank you,” I said, and the dude across from me mumbled something similar.

She set the bag on the table and then dug out the to-go container and utensils, and the scent of the food made my stomach rumble. She informed us that she’d be refilling the coffee station on the other side of the room, but not to mind her, she’d be out of our hair in a few minutes.

My emails and voicemails had been adding up, and I scrolled through my notifications, trying to decide what to tackle while I shoved down dinner.

I saw a voicemail from Kat and decided if anything could turn around my bad mood, it’d be hearing her voice.

She addressed me as Mr. Stone in an uber-professional voice and launched into a recap of the weekly reports—her voice was still sexy as hell, but I didn’t want to think about reports right now.

I opened the to-go box to find a beef brisket sandwich coated in barbecue sauce, so I tapped the speaker icon on my phone’s screen and picked up my dinner.

Kat told me that Rob had come to the meeting unprepared and I gripped my sandwich tighter, irritated at him for pulling that shit. Then I smiled when she said she’d used a page from my playbook and demanded it be in her inbox by two.

“I kinda implied I could fire him, so if he asks, could you pretend I could?” She laughed, and I pictured her sitting at her desk—no, make it standing so that her perfect ass was in my line of sight.

My heart hammered harder, and I took another bite of my sandwich, trying to hold it together as all the fillings started to spill out the other end.

“Also, I miss your big, thick cock.”

I choked on my food, then quickly abandoned my attempt to keep my sandwich together and dived for my phone.

The receptionist’s wide eyes made it clear that she’d heard. It took me two tries to turn off the speaker, and I cursed myself for being stupid enough to use it. But among the stupid was a mix of pride and desire, and that side overtook everything when I heard the rest of her message.

For every day that you’re gone, I’m going to get that much hornier, and I can’t be held responsible for what abuse your body might take because of it. You’ve been warned…

Fuck fixing things here. I was going to speed to the airport, fly back to Boston and give Kat exactly what she asked for.

I kept the message so I could listen to it later, when I didn’t have an audience. I glanced at Doug and the receptionist, trying to figure out how to apologize or explain since the air was nice and awkward.

I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry you overheard what was clearly supposed to be a private message between myself and an associate who’s filling in for me while I’m gone.” There. Mostly true, and it sounded a hell of a lot better than I’m fucking my assistant, but don’t worry, she asked for lessons on how to be more assertive when it came to her sexual desires, so it’s all good. “I assure you I pride myself on being professional, and it won’t happen again.”

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