Basically, he'd just wandered off sometime around two o'clock, only to never return.
Until now.
Shit.
I should've realized that he'd be back. Even so, there was no way I could've anticipated him returning with a female companion. After all, he'd never done such a thing before, at least not in the time that I'd been working here.
Now, I wasn't quite sure what to do.
After first spotting them, I'd quickly sat down at my desk so it wouldn’t look like I'd been standing there, staring. Now, I was trying to look busy – shuffling papers and glancing at my computer screen, as if Iweren'tembarrassingly aware that she sounded like two seconds away from suggesting a quickie on his desk.
Oh, God.
His desk.
Would they do it next to the broccoli?
The whole thing – stupid or not – made me feel just a little bit queasy, andnotbecause I wasn't a huge fan of broccoli myself.
In my mind's eye, I could practically see it – him bending her over the desk with her face next to that chew toy. Or maybe she'd be on her back, and he'd be driving into her from above.
Damn it.Why was I thinking of this? It's true that I'd thought of similar things before, but in all ofthosethoughts, it wasmeon the desk, with him treating me as something a lot more than his assistant.
I hadn'twantedto think those things, but no matter how hard I tried to squash them, those X-rated ideas kept popping up like gophers at a golf course.
Regardless, I wasn't planning to act on any of those impulses, even if theydidkeep the days interesting.
But this current situation? Oh, it was interesting alright, but not in any way that I enjoyed. When they passed my office, I gave a little wave, not that either one of them seemed to notice.
Together, they entered his private office without a single glance in my direction. With a little giggle, she shut the door behind them, leaving me with a clear view of absolutely nothing except the door itself.
This was a good thing.
Really, it was.
Because whatever was going on in there, Isodidn't want to see it. I sure as heck didn't want to hear it either. With quick jerky movements, I grabbed my purse and cell phone, intending to bolt for the exit and not look back.
But just as I was passing his office door, I heard a sound that made me pause.
It wasn't moaning or groaning, thank God. Rather, it was the telltale squeak of the broccoli.
My face flooded with embarrassment, even more so when her laughter rang out from behind the closed door.
I should've kept on going, but suddenly, my feet wouldn’t cooperate.
I heard her ask, "What it this? A stressball?"
Jaden's reply, assuming there was one at all, was too quiet for me to hear.
"You know," she said in a sultry voice, "if you're tense, I can think of other ways to solve it. You know, I give great massages."
I almost scoffed out loud.Oh, she wanted to massage him, alright.And I knew exactly which part.
His dick.
With her vagina.
Whether that ever happened, I had no idea, because a split second later, I was rushing for the door.