Page 5 of Accidental Vegas Vows

The way they’d practically burst out when I grabbed her.

I policed myself heavily when it came to the women who worked at Blackwood — I didn’t need the mess that would inevitably come from sleeping with one. But fuck, none of them had made me that desperate to touch my swelling cock in the confines of that Goddamn elevator.

I’d resisted coming on to her, of course. I wasn’t eager to make an employee uncomfortable or receive an HR complaint on my spotless record. But in the confines of my office with the door locked and nothing to distract me but work, my view, and the binder she’d prepared sitting on my desk, the temptation to jack off was getting harder to beat back.

But just as I was about to give in, a knock sounded on my door.

Fisting the fabric of my slacks and readjusting my throbbing cock, I sank into my leather chair and pressed the buzzer on my desk, begrudgingly unlocking the door.

“I know you’re busy, Damien, but I’d like to remind you that I’m a lawyer, not a lackey,” Ethan quipped, his glasses shifting on his scrunched nose as he shut the door behind him.

“Sorry. My assistant’s out for the day, and you were already heading up.” I leaned back in my chair, kicking my feet up onto the polished wood of my desk. “Did you bring it?”

His eyes rolled as he rounded the wingback chairs opposite my desk and dropped a handful of papers before me. “Yes, obviously.”

I grabbed for the papers, skimming them quickly. The first was a list of names of those joining us on the Vegas trip next week. The second, outlines for how to keep HR happy and content with the Vegas trip. And the third, bundled under the rest, was the employee information for Olivia Martin. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I literally just carried paperwork from floor fourteen to floor eighteen, but sure, I’ll take it,” he said, eyeing me as he slouched into the wingback chair.

Ethan had a point. Although I kept him here at the offices, he wasn’t technically an employee of the company. He was Blackwood’s lawyer, my lawyer, but more than either of those, he was someone I enjoyed the presence of, even if he didn’t follow me blindly like the rest. “Well, you were already down in accounting,” I said, and his nose crinkled again.

“Do I get a bonus for helping, then?”

“Don’t overthink it, Ethan,” I grinned.

He was roughly fifteen years my junior, but with the disappointment covering his features, I could have sworn he was my father.

“Fine. You can have a bonus. Again.” I flicked through the papers and pulled Olivia’s file to the top. “Do you think HR would have an issue with me inviting an intern on the Vegas trip?” I asked.

He stared at me for a moment, his jaw twitching and his glasses shifting. His button-up shirt and slacks instead of a full suit were lackluster, especially for being on my floor, but I looked past it for today. “Do you mean the Martin girl? If she was chosen to present earlier, then I think they’d understand.”

I shook my head as I flipped a stapled page over, reviewing the photocopy of her resume. “She wasn’t picked.”

“Are you inviting the ones that were?”

I snorted. “No. They’d cause more trouble than they’re worth.”

Ethan leaned forward, his elbows resting on his spread knees. “So you’re sleeping with her.”

I shot him a glare. “You know damn well I don’t do that here.”

He shrugged.

“I met her today. We got stuck together in the elevator with the power outage,” I said, scanning each line of her resume. “She’s brilliant. Her proposal should have been top of the damn pile. I’ve no idea why she wasn’t chosen.”

I slid Olivia’s binder across the desk toward him and he took it willingly, flipping each page as if it wasn’t the most interesting thing he’d seen today. “She’s not even a full employee, Damien.”

“She should be. That proposal is genuinely worth more to Blackwood than all of the interns that presented today put together.”

He sighed as he flipped another page, studying it just a little bit closer. “I understand that you see potential,” he said, his words hanging as he glanced at me over the top of his glasses. “But you’re asking for trouble by bringing along someone that inexperienced to what is likely going to be the most important business trip of the year.”

He wasn’t wrong. Blackwood Energy Solutions would be pitching to envelop multiple other green initiative businesses into our conglomerate. If things went well, we’d be leaving with pocketfuls of new income revenues and avenues to scale up green initiatives across the country. It was crucial that we succeed — but I couldn’t deny that the idea of having her nearby didn’t excite me. Especially when there would be down time. I could tempt myself at least a little, get to know her a bit more.

“I can tell there’s ulterior motives here, Damien.”

“Okay, yes, I’m attracted to her,” I grumbled, slapping the paperwork down on the table. “But that doesn’t negate her being a valuable asset. I’ve already spoken to accounting about offering her a full-time job, so it shouldn’t be a hard sell. And I’m more than capable of removing myself from a situation if I’m too… tempted.”

“You know, you could try women your own age for once,” Ethan snorted, slamming the binder closed and chucking it back onto my desk.

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