Page 14 of Ruined Promises

She bites her lip, and my mind travels to her doing that while trying to keep her moaning down while I plowed my cock into her. “And what is that exactly?”

“We need to keep this strictly professional. It was aonetimething, and with you as my employee now, we have to promise it won’t happen again. That it was a—”

“Mistake?” I’m caught off guard by her choice of wording. I would never call what we did a mistake. Is that what she thinks? I completely lose my train of thought, now flustered that that is how she feels about it.

“Not at all,” I whisper, so softly that I don’t believe she hears me, or maybe she does as she seems to be lost in her own thoughts as she stares at me, her lips parted slightly.

“Miss Baker.”Damn, I would love to be in her head.

She shakes her head out of her trance. “You can call me Lexi. I mean for God’ssake,it was just about fifty hours ago that you were moaning my name with you buried deep inside me.” She quickly covers her mouth. “Oh my God,I’mso sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Please don’t fire me, Mr. Harrington. I really love this job.” Her eyes are pleading with me. “I promise I can keep this professional and not make comments like that anymore.”

“Well, just as you mentioned, you can call me Ben. I want to run this office on a first-name basis. Everyone on the same page. Just because I’mCEO,I don’t want to feel that I’m above anyone else.” She nods as my mind drifts to wanting to be above her with her on my knees and me in her— Shit, maybe I should just fire her.No, that sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen, Ben. That’s the last thing you need.

I stand up, adjusting my suit jacket, and extend my hand. Lexi places her delicate hand inmine, and I feel a jolt of electricity rip through my body. I’m not talking about the kind you feel after shuffling your feet around on the carpet and touching something; I mean the type of electricity that can bring a man to his knees.

“Yes, sir. If you don’t mind, I should get back to my office and start work. I have lots to get done today.”

I’m trying to figure out her expression. She went from being tense walking in here to what seemed like relaxed for a moment, and now I don’t think I can pinpoint it. I’m not sure if I upset her with what I said or not. Or maybe she does just want to get back to work. I mean, I can’t blameher—I’ve only been in the office for two hours and haven’t seemed to accomplish anythingexcepta boner.

“Oh, sure, of course. I look forward to working with you, Lexi.” My eyes drift to her lips as she purses them and brings her bottom lip between her teeth. “Strictly professional, of course.”

I try to break the tension again that threatens to suffocate us both at the moment. Maybe I can figure out how to open a window to air it out. As Lexi leaves, my eyes drop down, admiring the way the pencil skirt forms to her perky ass once again. I’m breaking my own rule, not even five minutes after agreeing to it. I run a hand over my face and let out a grunting exhale.

Fuck my life.

Of course the mystery dream woman I haven’t been able to get out of my head since she disappeared from the bathroom at the club turns out to be my newevents director. I’m Bentley Michael Harrington; of course I can keep this professional—I think?

---