Page 3 of Let Me Say It Again

“Try not to get into an accident, all right? If you do, though, my best advice is to call Doug.” And with that the line went dead.

I shot a dirty look at the phone, wishing we were on a video call, so he could see my expression. Not that he would’ve anyway since he’d hung up on me.

Oh, that smooth, cocky— He had an air of sophistication about him that made me want to simultaneously roll my eyes at him and squeeze his balls so tight with my pussy while I climaxed that he exploded into me in a way he’d never done before.

That would never happen, though, because I was a good personal assistant (okay, you could stop laughing now) to him—Mr. Reddington Lyons, businessman and CEO of Lyons Enterprises.

Morals could kiss my ass.

Chapter Two

Reddington

Leaning back inmy chair, I checked the time on my watch and tsked at the prospect of Jade being nearly forty-five minutes late.

Truth be told, I couldn’t give a fuck if she were late or not. Would it have been great if she were on time? Sure. But this wasn’t life or death. I had a pretty slow morning besides the virtual meeting I had with a board member in Shanghai. That had lasted a little bit longer than I cared for, but it was over now, so no need to dwell on it.

Even with Jade’s incredible lack of punctuality, I still knew she could get a better job than this. Hell, she deserved to have a better job than being my personal assistant. But I wasn’t looking to fill any other positions. I’d had a personal assistant before, but they’d proven to have an abundance of incompetence, a qualification I had not asked for on the application.

When the name Jade Logan had come across my desk, it had been a no-brainer. I went way back with Jade to—I didn’t know—two years ago, when she’d made the stupid decision to date my younger (read: asshole) brother. I’d say what he lacked in brains, he made up for in looks, but that couldn’t be said. He was an unlucky bastard in the sense that he didn’t have either.

Call me conceited all you wanted, but it was all in how you preferred to perceive things. I chose to see it for what it was, so not egomaniacal, but instead confident. I was blessed, what could I say?

I grabbed my cup of coffee and swiveled in my black leather chair to look out the floor-to-ceiling window in my office. Yep,I was a lucky son of a bitch. This space—more specifically, this office—gave me the best view of the city. There was no place like it on earth, and I loved it. Loved the hustle and bustle of New York in general. Born and raised here, I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

A knock sounded on my door, one that sounded urgent and heavy, like the person really wanted to make sure I heard them. Oh, I heard them all right. I also knew exactly who it was, and I’d make her sweat for a second. . . or two.

Another rap, this time louder and more aggressive, followed by two more.

Wow, for someone who was late to work, she seemed to care a shit ton.

Fine, I’d put her out of her misery. “Come in,” I said without turning around, my eyes still focused intently on the beautiful view. Now that Jade was here, though, it wasn’t themostbeautiful view I could have been enjoying in this space.

See, I didn’t need to spin this chair around and look at Jade to know what I was missing. I could just sit here and bring up the image of her in my mind’s eye to appreciate her beauty without worrying if my expression was giving me away. That was why I tried my damnedest to retain a serious—borderline blank—expression.

However, it wasn’t easy. Jade Logan did not make it easy. The thing was, Jade wasn’t beautiful. She was fucking stunning. And she didn’t even try hard. She just was that way naturally. Her face wasn’t covered in makeup. Her hair wasn’t touched up or fussed with sticky shit.

Her hair was chestnut brown, but when the light hit it at just the right angle there were a bunch of shades of brown that came through. She had brown eyes, but they weren’t just brown. No, they had gold flecks in them when she grew impassioned—which was more often than not. It was almost like they were sparklingjust for me, and in those moments, I felt like the luckiest man in the world for getting to converse with a woman who had more fire and passion in her pinky finger than most people had in their entire damn body.

Then there were her lips. . . don’t even get me started on those. They were puffy and full, and appeared to be in a constant state of pucker. I wanted nothing more than to know what they tasted like. My fists curled just thinking about every other man who had gotten the immense pleasure of kissing, licking, and sucking on her lips. Lucky sons of bitches. Not that any of them had done anything to deserve to be kissed by her.

But the absolute best and worst thing about Jade had to be that she didn’t have a clue about any of this. And I wasn’t just talking about the fact that she didn’t know I had a very grown-ass, man-sized crush on her. I was referring to her not knowing just how gorgeous she was. It made her that much more attractive, if you asked me.

“Hello, are you even listening to me?” she cut into my thoughts, rather rudely in my opinion, her voice hitting an exceptionally high octave. The woman didn’t like to be ignored—got it. “Talking to you is like talking to the wall.”

“Yeah? Have any good conversations with walls lately? If you did, do tell. I’d like to know what they say to you.” I turned around, casually peering down as I took a sip of my coffee before scratching my chin. My fingers came into contact with the five o’clock shadow that was coming in more heavily, from having skipped my morning shave in lieu of hitting the gym and then hopping in the shower. I’d gotten up late, so something had to be cut out of my routine. Which was probably why, unlike Jade, I still managed to get here on time.

“You’re a piece of work,” Jade replied, exhaling like she was a wolf about to blow all the contents on my desk to the floor.

For the first time since she’d come in here, I looked up at her. Likereallylooked at her. And I struggled to maintain my typical stoic expression when I caught sight of what she was wearing. I cleared my throat and narrowed my lips to contain my laughter.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I asked, not a hint of amusement entering my voice. Not that I was amused. That outfit was a dead giveaway she was doing the walk of shame. I’d say this, though—she looked very sexy doing it.

She scowled, raising a hand and wagging a finger in my face. “You didn’t give me a chance to go back home and change.”

My jaw twitched. Just as I’d thought. She was coming from a. . . full evening. If I had the chance, I would have shown her just how full her evening could be with me. I’d stuff her full of my cock, plunging deep inside her until I was at the hilt, and there was no going back for either of us. And I’d stare into those big, beautiful brown eyes that shone like there were a thousand diamonds fluttering in them on a daily basis.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” she questioned, rolling her eyes with the most sass I’d seen in a woman. Not in this woman, though. She could be sassier. I’d seen it.

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