Page 25 of Flawless Foundations

She turns on her heel and her hair whips around her shoulders. I catch Melissa's eye, and she makes a face and mouths good luck. I wink and follow the ever-polite Heather back to my boyfriend's office.

We weave through several areas of cubicles and pass multiple conference rooms and offices. It's closing time, but it's Friday, so I'm surprised at the number of people still in the office. I'm relieved when I see several men milling about.

Heather starts to slow as we approach a large office. There is a desk right outside the office area, and she leans a hip against what I assume is hers.

"Levi is extremely busy, so please be mindful of his time." She looks me up and down, taking in my designer jeans and top. She's in a pencil skirt and a low-cut blouse. I admit I'm pretty dressed down compared to her. But it's Friday, and I just helped Emmy take several boxes of clothes and shoes out to her and Jake's new house.

Yeah, my bestie is moving out.

"Alright, I'll just head in now?" I question, I point to the door and walk past her. I'm not really interested in a pissing match. I try really hard to be respectful and give her a smile, but she just huffs and crosses her arms. Okay, she's either screwed Levi or wants too. I sure hope it's just want.

I knock on the door and hear a deep, sexy voice on the other side tell me to come in. I open the door and walk through.

"Heather, I really don't need any more coffee." He sounds annoyed. He sits behind a large wooden desk, never looking up from his computer screen to see it's me.

"Oh, in that case, maybe I'll just strip and let you bend me over your desk, Mr. King." I let the words slide into the air, and the thought of doing just that is enough to send a shiver down my back. His head whips around and the sexiest smirk replaces his previous grimace.

"In that case, come here, sexy." His computer work completely forgotten about.

I walk farther into his office.

"Question, if you didn't know I was here, how did Little Miss Snooty Pants know to let me back?"

He grins. "Your name is on the list."

"Awe, babe, you put my name on the list?" I purr as I walk around his desk and step in between his legs.

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd stop by for a quickie or something." His hands grip the back of my jean-clad legs. I dip my fingers into his hair as I feel the heat pool between my thighs.

"Oh, really? Were you going to mention it to me? I would have visited sooner."

"I figured you’d make it in, eventually. I was just being prepared, plus I like surprises." I smile down at him as I brush his hair back with my fingers. "So, what brings you in? I thought you were helping Emmy with the last of her stuff?"

I chuckle and move away from him. I sweep a glance at his desk and notice it's extremely clean, so with a little hop, I sit on his desk, facing him. He smirks at my antics as he leans back in his big, black executive chair. He's so fucking sexy behind this desk. He's wearing a tie and I want to grab it and pull him toward me.

"I did help Emmy, but I decided that since it was nearly six, I'd stop by and drag you away from the office."

He looks at his watch in alarm. "Shit. I didn't realize it was so late."

I giggle.

"According to your assistant, you're a very busy man, and I should be mindful of your time." He rolls his eyes to the sky when he hears this. "So, what's the deal with her? Has she had a piece, or does she just want one?"

He crosses his arms, and a shit-eating grin spreads across his face. "Do I detect some jealousy?"

I inspect my nails and shrug my shoulder. "Not at all. I'm just curious about how you manage to work in an office with such attractive women. Surly they are interested in a man such as yourself." I wave my hand up and down toward him. "I mean, you're attractive, smart, wealthy. Clearly you're the whole package."

His lips twitch, but he remains serious. "I'm not sure what you are asking, Bex."

I huff. "Obviously, I'm asking if you've slept with your assistant and any other of the women in the office."

A deep, rumbly laugh breaks free as he stands slowly from his chair. I watch him hungrily as he moves slowly toward me. As if he mentally commands me, my legs uncross and part for him to stand between them. I look up at him.

"You're jealous, baby?" He wraps his hand behind my neck.

"Depends. How many of the women in the office have you slept with?"

"Three. But not recently." Well, that's not as bad as I was expecting.

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