Page 50 of Indecent Secrets

I realized I didn’t want to let her go, either.

There hadn’t been anything about the dominant and submissive relationship in what we’d just done. I’d felt jealous and I’d fucked her hard the second I got the opportunity. Then I kissed her, like it meant something. Because it did mean something.

After the elation and other emotions faded, I realized what I’d just done. How out of control I’d just been. I knew I should pull away, I should maybe even apologize—but Leigh kissed me, and I got lost in it, and her.

That wasn’t the same, either. We hadn’t just lazily kissed like this before. I noticed the irony of the two of us having deep romantic kisses and intimate comedown from the sex happening in my damn office (or rather, Jack’s office that I was stealing) rather than all the times we’d been in my hotel room with a luxurious bed nearby.

I should pull away and put distance between us. This was too much. I wasn’t the guy who got emotionally involved. I was the guy who had a fun sexy time and then moved on to the next woman.

I didn’t get sucked in, I didn’t do jealousy.

Yet here I was.

We kissed, and kept kissing, until it all turned lazy and relaxed. That was a problem, too. I knew it was. There was a very active part of me screaming internally that this was all a big fucking mess that I shouldn’t get lost in, a massive forest where I might not find my way out—but I still ignored all the warnings.

I was a man who liked a little danger. I wouldn’t be in this job otherwise. But this wasn’t the kind of danger I should be giving into.

Thank fuck for the damn phone alarm. It shocked me back into my senses.

We cleaned ourselves up, and I made excuses for why I was late to the meeting, and then—I found myself leaning in to kiss Leigh again.

Her mouth would be too intimate. Her cheek would be too domestic. I ended up kissing the corner of her mouth like the idiot I wasn’t.

What the actual fuck.

As I hurried to the meeting, my mind was completely elsewhere. I didn’t do this. I didn’t get all… cozy and distracted. I was focused on my goal, always.

I needed Jack to hurry the fuck up and get here. I needed to close my case. I needed to get the hell away from all of this and screw my head on straight so that I could get some fucking focus again.

The meeting passed by in a blur while I operated on autopilot. At the end of it, David hung back, looking at me with concern.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, fine.” I smiled politely, casually.

“Okay.” A slight frown marred his brows. “You just seem a million miles away.”

It seemed that while his father wanted to hit me over the head with his disapproval, David was taking more of a buddy-buddy approach with me. Possibly to exert his influence on me, figuring you got more flies with honey.

“Just a bit distracted,” I said to explain away my lack of focus during the meeting. “There’s so much to think about, all these projects going on.”

“Yeah.” David shoved his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. “Rebecca, you just promoted her, and she seems fierce about suggesting a lot of ideas.”

Rebecca did seem oddly fierce. But now that I knew what Leigh’s real plan was, I could see her machinations in getting Rebecca promoted and Bill as my new secretary, and her motives had nothing to do with simple jealousy. Leigh wanted to see this company fall. Whatever her decision was in getting Rebecca into a junior executive position and assigned as a project manager, it was because she felt that in doing so, Rebecca would damage the company.

I had to admit I hated that I couldn’t let Leigh get away with it. It would be so much fun to just sit back and watch my girl work. She was a puppet master, and she was just terribly unlucky that the man she was trying to manipulate happened to be me.

“Ah.” David grinned. “I see.”

“What?” What had he seen?

“Look, I’m not going to tell anyone, but as the company’s lawyer I should inform you that it would be best to get her off the payroll before you do anything.”

“…with Rebecca?” I was confused.

David snorted. “I mean—Rebecca’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but she isn’t the one you’re bringing to dinners.”

Ah, shit. Something must’ve shown on my face. What kind of fucking amateur was I, giving away that I was thinking about a woman?

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