Page 13 of Foreplay with the Boss

She glanced around the area outside my office—I assumed to check no one was around, which was something I should also be paying closer attention to—turned to face me, and stuck her hip against the doorframe. “Oh, good. Because I bought this new lingerie, and I’ve been dying for a place to wear it.” She punctuated her statement with a vixen smile, then she spun around and continued toward her desk.

Leaving me to stare after her, mouth agape, like an eighteen- year-old boy who’d just stepped inside a strip club for the first time.

And this much older than eighteen-years-old man was ready to throw out every fucking rule and guideline and beg for a lap dance.

CHAPTER 8

Kat

A succubus has invaded my body. It’s the only explanation because I certainly don’t say things about wearing lingerie to the office, not even as a joke. For one, it wouldn’t be funny. It’d be the stuff of embarrassing nightmares, and I hadn’t bought new lingerie in a while, and now I was thinking I should buy some, even though the only person who would ever see it was me.

But if there was a chance that Jameson would see it…

No. Bad, brain. Guidelines were just made for this very reason. He’s my boss. Yes, he’s hot as the fiery depths of hell, and I’m sure the sex would be just as scorching, but we so can’t go there.

We as in me and the sex-starved succubus who’d possessed my body, of course.

I was also sex-starved, though. The fact of the matter was, I couldn’t even tell my boyfriend of nine months that I wanted to experiment with rougher, more exciting sex back when I’d been trying to save our relationship. So while flirting with Jameson came more naturally than it ever had with anyone, I didn’t delude myself that my inner sex goddess—or demon, as it were—would be able to tell him exactly what I wanted.

With Jameson, I probably wouldn’t have to. I thought of the tattoos peeking out from the sleeves of his suitcoat, the broad shoulders, the powerful thighs, and the bulge I’d noticed this morning.

“Hey, did you get the email I sent?”

I jerked myself out of my naughty fantasies featuring the one guy I definitely couldn’t go there with and peered into the face of a guy so his opposite that it nearly gave my hormones whiplash. Rob made sure to flaunt his air of impatience, which made me pull up my inbox at the same speed nail polish dried. “Just got it.”

“I sent it last night.”

I almost let that go, but I was learning to be assertive, and this guy clearly didn’t respect me. Without a little respect and fear, he’d be just like the douchebag who was next in line for my dad’s position if I failed here, pompous and impossible to work with. “Well, I’ve been focusing on a different marketing plan this morning, so this is the first time I checked my email, which means I just got it.” I added a syrupy smile. “I’ll look over it and let you know if I need anything else.”

He took a step away, and when I glanced down to see the email wasn’t a mockup but a report, I frowned. I hesitated again because surely he knew the deadline was looming, but then I pushed myself to make sure he did. And that he knew I did. I certainly didn’t want to explain to Jame—Stone why it wasn’t done yet, especially since it was the first thing he’d assigned to me. “Looks like that ‘anything else’ is sooner than expected. Thanks for the report, but how’s the redesign going? Are you on target to get me a mockup by this afternoon?”

Rob’s face twisted up in a scowl. “I know the deadline.”

I wasn’t going to let him off the hook with that non-answer, so I arched an eyebrow. “I’m going to need a better status report than that.”

His gaze drifted over my shoulder and then I felt Stone’s presence acutely, my neck prickling, heat pooling low in my stomach. I glanced back at him and the oxygen sucked out of the room.

Did he have to be so sexy, whether smiling or stern or looking at me with what I swore was a hint of pride?

Maybe he’ll reward me for being such a good pupil. I crossed my legs, trying to curb the ache blooming between my thighs.

“I’ll get you a mockup by three,” Rob said.

“Looks like Katrina’s got this covered. Don’t bother CC’ing me. Katrina can give me highlights until you’ve sent her something she approves.”

Rob didn’t dare argue with him. Just a simple “Yes, sir” and he was gone.

Stone came over and sat on the edge of my desk. “That was better. You’re learning to speak your mind and be firmer with the employees—maybe I’m not as special as I thought.”

Working to keep a calm, unaffected front, I said, “Well, I might’ve been listening to constructive criticism someone kind of special gave me yesterday after our meeting, even though I was also semi-annoyed by it.”

He leaned closer, and I crossed my legs tighter. “Kind of special?”

“Wouldn’t want you to get a big head.”

“Too late.” He tapped my desk. “You’re coming to lunch with me today, by the way.

That’s why I originally stepped out of my office—that and I’m in need of coffee.”

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