Page 39 of Whiskey Darling
“Get out of my office, Rush.” I won’t discuss my feelings for Allie with anyone other than her.
“Expecting company?” Sawyer asks me when Allie pokes her head into my office. “Because here’s our favorite whiskey ambassador now.”
“Hey, Sawyer.” Allie hugs him. “You must be excited, with the exposition and Jade flying in tomorrow night.”
“You’ve no idea what it took getting her here.” Sawyer laughs. “Thanks for your help with that, by the way.”
“I didn’t do much. Jade said she can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” Sawyer nudges her further into the room. “Flynn’s been waiting for you. Go get him.”
Allie gives Sawyer a puzzled look, and her eyes soften when they meet mine. “You need me, Flynn?”
“For so long… you have no idea,” Sawyer mutters, giving Allie a wink. He flashes me a grin, quickly exiting while I contemplate throwing a paperweight at his head.
Allie lingers by the door, watching me with a tilt of her pretty head. “Your text said you wanted to see me.”
God, do I ever. I want to see all of her. Under me. On top of me. Across my desk. Across my lap…
“We should go over some details for tomorrow.” Everything is in order. Her team is prepared. Allie’s confusion is understandable, but always ready, she opens that journal she carries everywhere.
If she peeks in my ledger, she’ll see I’ve listed all the reasons I need her.
“Lock the door, Darling.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she follows my hoarse command.
Coming around the desk, I lean against it, arms crossed. My smile should soothe her, but Allie exhibits a wariness that reminds me of a cornered lioness. Does she expect I’ll criticize her strategy for the event tomorrow? Tear down her accomplishments? I know that’s what Connor Morgan did.
When I think of him bruising her confidence, my hands ball into fists.
I force myself to relax. “Nervous about tomorrow?”
With my innocuous question, Allie lets out a breath, gliding closer. “Yes. But in a good way. Excited, mostly. It’s sort of a trial run, and I want things to go well.”
“It will. You’ve worked so hard, Allie. Thank you for that. I was wrong, doubting Sawyer when he hired you. Wrong thinking you couldn’t do the job. You’ve proven yourself capable of accomplishing anything you put your mind to. There’s more to you than just tasting whiskey. You’re a true asset to this company. A gift I’m grateful for.”
The surprise on her face morphs into gratification. Her eyes sparkle. “Thank you, Flynn. That means a great deal.”
Almost shyly, Allie plucks at the flouncy, red plaid skirt she’s wearing. The outfit, with the black blouse and matching knee-high black boots, is the stuff red-blooded, male fantasies are made of. Blonde hair, pulled into a low ponytail, cascades down her back.
Does she realize how she affects me? My mouth waters, fingers twitching with the desire to touch her. Thank God, I stocked my office with necessities. One waits in my pocket now, although I hadn’t planned on doing anything like this with her today.
Sensing the change in my mood, Allie licks her lips. “So, those details you wanted to go over?”
My blood surges. Hot and thick. Thumping harder just because she’s near. “Later. Let’s address your nervousness first. I can release a bit of that tension. For both of us.”
She throws me a look of amused skepticism. “How is that?”
“Bend over my desk. I’ll demonstrate.”
Allie approaches as if she’s on the prowl, setting her journal beside mine. Her fingertips trace my jawline.
“Why, Mr. Alexander,” she says with a saucy grin, “I thought you’d never ask.”
I take her there, folded over my desk, her skirt flipped up and that flimsy black thong shoved aside so her perfect ass is exposed. Allie thrusts back against me, moaning in pleasure when I knock her feet apart wider so I can surge deeper inside her.
My fingers twine with hers. Our releases explode just moments apart from each other, and when she cries out my name, her body gripping me so tight that stars appear in my vision, I know for certain.
She’s mine and I’m keeping her.
