Page 17 of CEO February: Brax Danvers
“Are we disturbing you?” Annie asked, looking at me.
“Absolutely not. Why do you ask?” I replied. If she wanted to be sassy, she was getting it right back. Her cheeks blushed and she looked down at her plate. Mack looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.
We continued to talk about business, restaurants, and food until we’d eaten our meal. I missed Darryl’s foot when she removed it from the bulge in my pants.
“Well, this has been a very pleasant afternoon, Mack, thank you. I think we need to be getting back to the office and I’ll be in touch in a couple of days. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with the contracts to look through,” I said. I wanted to get Annie out of there. We definitely needed to have aonce and for alltalk.
However, before we could leave, something happened to change that.
“Annie, I know this is probably unprofessional, but I wondered if I could take your number?” Mack asked.
Annie’s mouth fell open and she blinked rapidly. “Erm, I’m not sure that’s allowed,” she replied, and then looked at me.
I shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
She blushed again and I could see she was desperate to smile. She reached into her handbag to find a business card that she handed over. Mack took it.
“I thought you guys were married,” she blurted out, and then covered her mouth in case she had read the situation all wrong and he didn’t want her number for anything other than work matters, I guessed.
“Divorced, a long time now, but best friends,” Mack said, smiling at Darryl.
They escorted us to the front door, and I turned to say goodbye.
“Will you call me later?” Darryl asked, to which I nodded.
If Annie could have skipped, I’m sure she would have. She smiled from ear to ear as we walked away from the restaurant. “Do you think he’ll call me?” she asked.
“I don’t see why not. Annie, I think we need to have a chat,” I said. I took her arm and diverted her to a café. We sat outside and I ordered two coffees. “Something has changed, Annie, what is it? Your cutting wit isn’t funny anymore and those last two times, it was really inappropriate.”
She stared at me wide eyed. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered.
“You do. We’re friends, Annie. We should be able to call each other out but there is a time and place. Telling me I need to get laid in front of an office full of people, who workforme, isn’t appropriate. As for yourmeat eatercomment, I have no idea what that was about.” I smiled to let her know I didn’t want an argument but a discussion.
She looked away, watching the traffic. “I guess I’m a little jealous, and that’s daft because there’s nothing more than friendship between us.”
She still didn’t look at me. I reached over and cupped her chin, turning her head back to me. “In another world, you and I could have been something more, but I’m not the kind of boyfriend you want or need, I can promise you that. I don’t do commitment, I do one-night stands, I do kinky, nameless sex. I do anything other than a relationship. Our friendship is more important to me than fucking you.”
I think I probably spoke a little too loudly as the gentleman behind coughed. Annie’s mouth fell open and she squinted her eyes in mock anger at me.
Then she laughed, picked up her coffee, and took a sip. “How kinky?” she enquired. It was my turn to laugh. She sighed and her smile disappeared. “I’m sorry. I haven’t made our friendship strange, have I?”
I chose to be blatantly honest in my reply. “No. Working with you has been hard the past couple of weeks, though.”
“I can imagine. I’ll get my head sorted and I won’t need to fantasise about you and kinks if Mack calls me,” she said, teasing.
“Then let’s hope he does!”
We drank our coffee and then walked, arm in arm, back to the office. I’d meant what I’d said, in another time I would have fucked her: she was attractive, she was funny, I liked her company, and I didn’t want to destroy that. But I knew I would have.
“Can we still talk about that kink issue?” she said.
“No, Annie. My kink is my kink andprivate,” I said, laughing.
She bumped into me. “Spoilsport!”
We were back in the office for a couple of hours when she sent me a text message.
He called! Bloody hell. I’m going to meet him later.
