Page 15 of Donut Overthink It

I’m fifteen again.

It starts to ring, and for a second, I don’t think she’s going to pick up. But finally, on the fourth ring, she answers.

“Hello?” comes her soft voice.

My cock instantly hardens, and I refrain from groaning. “Miss Burns,” I say with more authority than I meant.

“Yes, Mr. Kyle?” she asks, and I can tell she’s breathing heavily. Has he already fucked her?

I listen to try to hear if he’s in the background, but all I get is her breathing. I clear my throat. “I need you in early tomorrow,” I lie and then cuss myself. What am I gonna have her do?

There’s a long pause before she finally says, “Okay.” Another pause. “What is it you need me to do?” That’s a loaded fucking question.

Me! “I’m meeting with a new client tomorrow.” I know she is wondering why I would need to be in early for that.

“Okay, sir.”

My cock twitches at the way she calls me sir, and I imagine her lying next to me right now. Her blond hair fanned out on the white pillow, her lips glistening from a long kiss, and her nipples hard from my teeth nibbling on them. And her pussy … fuck, I imagine it so wet and ready for my tongue and cock. Her body shaking and her eyes closed as she moans out my name. My hand slides down over my stomach and grips the base of my cock.

“Mr. Kyle? About tonight …” She pauses, and I clear my throat, letting go of myself.

I run a hand through my hair and let out a sigh. “Seven o’clock, Miss Burns, and don’t be late,” I order and then hang up, not wanting to discuss what I did earlier.

“Fuck!” I growl, tossing my phone onto the bed beside me and getting up to take another shower like I did before dinner.

CHAPTER SIX

HADLEY

RUNNING INTO THE LOBBY OF MY OFFICE building, I’m panting once again. But I’m only ten minutes late this time.

Just like yesterday, I run toward the elevator banks with my purse hanging on one arm and a box of fresh donuts in the other. Jumping in with a smile, I come to a quick stop when I see my boss already in it. But he looks completely different then he did when I saw him leaving work yesterday. He has a pair of gray sweatpants on that hang low on his narrow hips with a fitted white Under Armour shirt. His dark hair is slicked back from sweat, and his shirt clings to his body, showcasing every muscle. My heart picks up, remembering the way he pushed me up against the wall last night.

His eyes meet mine, and then he looks down at his phone in his hand. “You’re late.”

He always states the obvious. Like I didn’t just fucking run a block to try to make it on time. I try to catch my breath. “Yes, I’m sorry …”

“Why is it that you can’t make it on time?” he asks with narrowed eyes, and I wonder if he’s mad at me over last night at the restaurant. Was I supposed to throw myself at him? Was it a test for me to quit? I’m not sure what he wants me to do. When he called me, I had the courage to mention it, but then he blew it off. I hate to say that I was glad he did.

I stomp my foot. “It wasn’t my fault—”

“It never is,” he interrupts me.

I let out a growl. But this time I’m telling the truth. My cab broke down, and I had to run the rest of the way. But like always, I keep my mouth shut.

His eyes sweep over my fitted white dress with black stitching and Nikes, and they come back up to mine accusingly. I pat my purse, taking a deep breath. Fuck, why am I so out of shape? “I have my heels in here,” I inform him.

He pushes off the wall, and I take a step back. Oh God, not this again. I can only take so much. Eventually, I’m going to beg him to touch me.

“Hello, Hadley.”

I swing around to see Trevor getting on before the doors shut. “Trevor,” I say with a sigh of relief. Thankful that Mr. Kyle and I won’t be stuck in here alone.

He smiles brightly at me. “How are you today? You look lovely,” he says before I can answer his first question. Then he looks down at his watch. “You’re early.”

“She’s late,” Mr. Kyle informs him flatly.

Trevor looks at him as if he just now notices we’re not alone. His eyes narrow, and Mr. Kyle squares his shoulders. Even though I know he just came from a run, he still has this look about him. He holds authority no matter how he is dressed.

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