Page 66 of Only Ever Yours

Like I figured, Jaydon is standing there in the kitchen, waiting by the door with his bag slung over his shoulder. He’s punctual, never being late for anything. Me, on the other hand, well, I’m a fucking mess running late on the daily.

His head lifts from his phone when he hears the click of my heels, and his mouth drops.

“Oh no, you’re not fucking wearing that.” He points towards the stairs. “Go put something else on.”

I bite back a grin, running a hand through my perfectly curled hair, and hold my head high.

“Oh, Jaydon. I’m so glad you think you have the authority to tell me what I can wear.” I run both palms down my skirt, pretending to polish my look. “I’m dressed perfectly fine for an office position—Professional. Now, let's go, I don’t want to be late on my first day.”

“Oh, Peachy, no fucking way are you wearing that fucking skirt in my fucking office,” his eyes lower to my feet, “those fucking heels too.” He scrubs his hand over his face, his heated eyes roaming my body, then landing on my perfectly unbuttoned blouse. I left the top two buttons undone and wore my favorite lace push-up bra on purpose.

The white silk top, paired with my black pencil skirt and stiletto heels, makes me feel amazing, and I know I look sexy as fuck wearing it. Maybe even a little slutty too, but that’s the vibe I was going for. The need to mess with his head is front and center, and I’m relishing in the fact that he can't stand it.

He thinks he can mess with me, and my sister, too.

Well, he has a lesson to learn. I roll my eyes and walk closer to him. “Jaydon, Iamwearing this,” I say as I gesture my hand down my body. “Let's go.”

He crosses his arms across his thick chest, looking hot as hell, biting his bottom lip. I know he’s pissed, but he has no control over me.

“Nope, not fucking going anywhere. I’m gonna stand here until you go change.”

I can't hold back any longer; I bust out laughing. His eyebrows reach his forehead, and he stares at me.

“Jay, are you fucking serious right now? Let's go.” I push his arm, trying to move him out the door, but he doesn’t budge. Not even a little.

His phone buzzes, breaking our stare-down.

He pulls it from his pocket and reads the text. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” I search his face.

“I need to get into the office. Something is fucked up with the software.”

I take that as my chance to open the door and exit the house. I don’t look back because I know he won't be too far behind me.

When we step inside the office, all eyes are on me. I’m used to getting attention, but not this much. A couple of guys even rise up from their seats. I like this place already. My cheeks heat with all the testosterone boiling up in the room right now. I can feel it. Fuck, this feels good—the power a woman can hold over a man.

I feel like royalty around here, and I’ve only just stepped in the door.

I bite back a grin. This is going to be fun.

Jaydon shifts beside me and steps in a little too close before dipping his head to my ear. “You’re gonna be working in my office today.” He speaks barely above a whisper, but his possessive, deep voice tugs something inside me.

I knew he would pull some stupid shit like this with me, but I’ll play his little game for now.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to anyone?” My smile is the fakest it's been in a while, when I bat my lashes up at him.

His eyes never leave mine. “They're busy. Come with me.”

I scoff and fall in step behind him as we make our way down a short hallway away from the others.

When we step into his office, he turns on the lights and shuts the door behind us.

“Why do I have to work in here? Where is your assistant's desk? Can't I sit out there and work?”

Totally ignoring the latter part of my questions, he speaks. “I’m showing you what to do, so I need you in here with me.”

He reaches to turn on his computer, apparently setting up for the day, and shuffling papers around on his desk.

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