Page 52 of Recon Rendezvous

AF? This man is insane.

“Hello, I’m here to see—”

“Yes, Xander is expecting you, Ms. Cameron,” the man to my right interrupts.

The smiling woman next to him hits a button, and a glass door opens to my left. “His assistant is right inside. She’ll take you to his office.”

Surprised, I nod and stride through the door, my heels clicking on the gleaming marble floor.

“Ms. Cameron, it’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Ophelia, Mr. Grant’s executive assistant.”

Ophelia is delightful. With her bright smile and gray hair pulled back into a loose bun, she reminds me of Mrs. Claus.

I shake her offered hand. “Finally?”

She gives a little laugh as she gestures for me to follow her through the labyrinth of desks in the wide-open space. This place is all glass, marble, and gold accents. Meeting rooms line one wall, the glass enclosure wall allows for no privacy. Same for the slightly smaller offices. The beautiful views are unobstructed in this space.

“Oh, yes. Mr. Grant hasn’t stopped talking about you for months.” She leans in, covering her mouth as she whispers conspiratorially. “To be honest, I was getting concerned that he was fibbing, especially after he had me pick up those clothes for you. I honestly thought he was just trying to get me off his back. It’s about time that boy settled down.”

I laugh and continue to follow her. “And what changed your mind? About me being a real girl.”

“He did. I’ve never seen him, so… what’s the word?” Her eyes glitter as we come to a stop outside a door. “Buoyant. You know, and like I said, he talks about you all the time. But the way he spoke about you changed, hmm, yes, it changed back in March.”

“March?” I choke out.

She nods, pushing open the heavy glass door.

“Yes, dear. Right around the time you arrived here, from what he shared. There were a few days when he was quieter than usual, which if you know him is out of the ordinary and concerning.” She offers me a soft smile. “I don’t want to know what changed, I won’t let him tell me, but he’s been on cloud nine ever since. Now, you take a seat here in his office. He’s just finishing up a meeting and will be with you shortly. Would you like any refreshments while you wait?”

“No, thank you, ma’am.”

“Pfft. None of that ma’am stuff. Please, call me Ophelia.”

“Ophelia. Of course. Thank you.”

Stepping into Xander’s office, I barely register the bright space or the sweeping city views. My attention is immediately drawn to the imposing mahogany desk and the floor-to-ceiling bookcase, pulling me closer. Ignoring the buttery-smooth leather couch and armchairs in the sitting area, my thoughts race as I sink into his surprisingly comfortable office chair.

Something about the way Ophelia spoke of Xander tugged on something deep in my stomach. She expressed nothing but love and concern for him, which tells me a lot about their relationship. I don’t know. It all seems kind of sweet. Who would have thought Xander would have an elderly grandmother type as an assistant?

Footsteps pull me from my thoughts and when I look up, Xander’s stalking toward me. Those dark eyes smoldering asthey meet mine and my pulse quickens at the thought of him taking everything he wants from me.

“London Cameron,” he calls as he stops in front of his desk. Sexy as hell with his hand in his pocket and his dark hair tousled.

Leaning back in his chair, I prop my feet up on his desk, crossing them at the ankle. “Grant AF Banking?” I snort.

He shrugs, intently watching me. “Those are my initials. My middle name is Franklin,” he says, but he sounds distracted.

My face heats as Xander's eyes roam over me. No matter how many times he’s seen me, his eyes always caress my face as if seeing me for the first time and I’m a little obsessed with his obvious perusal.

“Fuck. Your beauty is a gift and a curse. This image of you at my desk will be what I’ll see every time I walk into this office. Work and tedious phone calls will be fun with a boner. Thank you for that,” he says, walking around the desk.

I try but can’t fight the wide smile that lifts my lips. My newfound praise kink sits up and takes notice begging for more.

“And these fucking shoes,” he growls, running a finger along the exposed skin of my foot before squeezing my ankle. “You know how to keep me throbbing, don’t you, sweetheart?” he says as his hand continues to wander, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

“Now, it’s time for lunch. Up on the desk and on your knees. Ass up.” He offers a little squeeze.

“What?” My gulp is the only sound in the quiet room. My gaze flicking to the wall of windows behind him and his staff just feet away.Can they see us right now?

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