Page 18 of Donut Overthink It

I walk out of my office and slam the door on him. I shrug my suit jacket over my shoulders as I make my way down the hallway to the conference room. I push the door open, and she is already in the room. A woman who looks around fifty sits with her shoulders back and her fake tits pressed out into the air. She looks over her shoulder at me and stands. “Mr. Kyle.” She reaches out her right hand. “Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice.”

I nod. “Of course.”

I gesture for her to sit, and she does, but she keeps her eyes on me while I take the seat at the head of the table.

“May I get you something to drink, ma’am?” Miss Burns asks her with that fake smile on her gorgeous face.

“Yes, please. I’ll take a coffee. Black,” she tells her and then turns toward me. She slides a thick manila envelope over to me. “I have everything over the past five years in here.” She tells me, patting it with her left hand. “Even bank statements and property listings.” She gives me a sly smile as her eyes move from my eyes to my lips. But I find myself looking past her to Hadley. She stands over by the countertop, turning the Keurig on. She then reaches up to open the white cabinet. The motion makes her white dress ride up as she stands on her tiptoes, her slit giving me a sneak peek of her inner thigh. Fuck me, I see the black lace at the top of her thigh from her thigh highs. My pants get tighter as I imagine her keeping them on while I spread her legs for me.

She finds what she was looking for and returns to her heels before shutting the cabinet softly. Then she goes about making the coffee.

“You said that your retainer was five thousand?” the woman asks, getting my attention.

I nod. “Yes, ma’am,” I say, reaching up and grabbing the collar of my black shirt. It’s getting hot in here. “You said your husband is out on bond?”

“No! That is my next stop.”

Hadley turns and walks over to the table, placing her coffee on the table. I refrain from looking up at her. Instead, I look at her tits since they’re eye level with me, and that was a very bad idea. Thoughts of tossing her onto this conference table fill my mind. The sound of her voice filling the room instead of this woman’s whiny one takes over, and I find myself fisting my hands down on the conference table.

“Everything okay, Mr. Kyle?” she asks, not sounding a bit concerned. But then she places her hand on my shoulder.

The single touch has me jumping, and it causes coffee to spill onto the table. Shit! “I’ll get that.” She grabs some napkins from the middle of the table and starts to clean it up.

“I got it,” I growl, yanking them from her. “We’re good here, Miss Burns.”

“But …”

I look up at her, eyes hard and jaw tight. She returns the look easily. Just fucking leave! “We’re good here,” I say tightly.

She gives me a fuck you look as she squares her shoulders and walks out. Fuck, I have to fire her tonight! I can’t do this to myself anymore.

CHAPTER SEVEN

HADLEY

“WHO DO YOU THINK TOOK THEM?” Andrea asks as I talk to her on speaker through my office phone.

“At first, I thought it was Mr. Kyle trying to get me to quit, but now I’m not so sure.”

“It seems really creepy.”

“It does,” I agree. “But I’m not that concerned about them.”

“You should be.”

“I mean, I was at first, but now that I know they’re not from him, I’m not.”

“Do you believe him that easily? Just because he said it wasn’t him doesn’t mean they’re not.”

I go to speak, but my door opens, and Mr. Jackass himself comes barging in. I can’t help but give him a go to hell look. It’s better than falling to my knees asking him to show me what I saw earlier today. I need to have some dignity.

“Cancel whatever plans you have tonight. We’re working late,” he demands.

“We?” I ask. Usually when he gives me shit to do, he leaves while I get stuck here. Same as when I come in early.

“Do you have a problem with that?” he snaps, blue eyes narrowing on me.

I bite the inside of my cheek and then give him a fake smile. “No, sir.”

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