Page 120 of Dear Grumpy Boss

The meeting ended as my fingers stroked the lace of her panties. I may have said goodbye, but I couldn’t guarantee it. Elise pressed the “end call” button for me. That much I knew.

“I brought you sushi.” She placed the paper bag closer to me. “I’m assuming you were planning on starving yourself.”

I bent forward, pressing my face into the creamy flesh of her thighs. “You keep me well fed.”

Her fingers slipped into the back of my hair, and she laughed softly. “Real food, Westie. You can’t eat me right now.”

I raised my eyes to hers. “I beg to differ.” Pushing her legs far apart, I fit my face between them and breathed in the heat emanating from her. “Christ, you smell good.”

She gently shoved my head away, tsking playfully. “Renata told me you have fifteen minutes. Make me happy by eating sushi while I keep you company. You can eatmetonight.”

This woman knew exactly how to work me, and I always wanted to make her happy, so despite the fact that the only thing I was hungry for was her pussy, and despite the aching erection tenting my pants, I sat up and opened the bag. Elise tried to slip off my desk, but I gripped her thigh, keeping her in place.

“Stay.”

Her mouth curled. “I’m staying. I was just going to sit in a chair.”

“Stay here. I had you by my side all weekend and now I’m not used to you being far away.”

“You’re sweet.”

I scoffed, opening the sushi. “You’re the first person to ever claim that.”

“I’m glad you saved it all for me, then.”

Popping a piece of salmon sushi in my mouth, I slid my hand up Elise’s skirt again. She smirked at me and closed her legs, trapping me there. I didn’t mind.

“You went to lunch with Miles?”

She nodded. “He was there when I read your email. He offered, I accepted.”

“And?”

“And what?” Her head tilted. “We had a good time. He was telling me about the new visual concept he helped design that’s rolling out in the US stores this fall. He’s really talented, you know. He has a sharp, artistic eye.”

I chewed harder than necessary on the next piece of sushi. Elise saying anything positive about Miles got under my skin. He didn’t deserve her company, let alone her praise.

“He draws okay,” I said drolly.

Her brow arched. “It’s a lot more than that or you wouldn’t have him working here. I wish you’d talk to him. I can tell he’s bummed the little connection you guys had before has been severed.”

“That was his doing.”

She slid her hand over mine, weaving our fingers together. “This isn’t the time to talk about this. We have ten minutes before you have to get back to the grind. I’m asking you to consider speaking to Miles. I’ll be there if you want.”

I glowered at her, annoyed my brother had taken up a third of our limited time together.

“Why don’t we talk about what we’re going to do this weekend to top the last one?”

She picked up a piece of tuna sushi, dipped it in soy sauce, and fed it to me like it was the most natural thing in the world. To her, it was. Elise was a carer, and she was damn good at it. And since I was competitive to a fault, the way Elise was compelled me to try harder, to be better for her.

“We have the fundraiser Saturday,” she reminded me.

“That’s right.” My gaze swept over her. My beauty. “I was going to say I’m not looking forward to it, but then I realized you’ll be dressing up for me.”

“For you?” She laughed.

“Mmm. Don’t pretend you didn’t pick your dress out with me on your mind.”

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