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“Mmm. Okay, boss.” She sounds husky and looks drowsy. “I’m going to nap again if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” I say. “Go ahead. You’ve had a big meal.”
She giggles. “Right. Wake me if I sleep-talk again, please.”
“I will.”
She goes out like a light. I steal glances at her in the mirror, my eyes glued on her lips as I recall how sweet she tasted earlier. Unable to fight my urge, I run the back of my hand over her cheek.
Chapter 7
Mila
When we get back to Hudson Constructions, it is almost three in the afternoon. Adrianna has left for the day, and I say goodbye to Henry before heading to my desk.
“Mila,” Henry calls me from behind.
“Yes?”
“I want you to start working on Smith’s building plan. We’ll need that when we apply for her building permit.”
My jaw falls. “I thought you…er, didn’t want me to…”
“I changed my mind,” he says firmly. “You’re here to learn, after all.”
I grin. “Yes, sir. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish checking the other project design.”
“Very well,” he says with a nod and closes his office door.
I return to my desk with unprecedented energy. I’m about to design my very first project for real. I’ve practiced and prepared long enough, and I’m ready, but I can hardly calm down as I finish what I started before going out earlier.
I find a photo of the contemporary house Laura likes and a few others I’ve shown her, and then I imagine creating a new design based on those existing ones. I draw a few sketches and stand up. I need to go back to the lot to take another look before I can start the plan. Damn. I should’ve taken some pictures earlier. But then again, I didn’t expect I would be the architect.
It’s already five-thirty, and the office is empty. I’m working overtime, but I don’t even care. I turn off the computer, tidy up my desk, and then gather my purse. I pause when I pass Henry’s office, wondering whether I should say goodbye. I haven’t been doing it because I don’t want to interrupt his work, but I feel I should today. I also want to ask him whether I could go to the lot tomorrow morning before coming to work. I raise my hand to knock, but I hear a groan before it touches the door.
Holy shit. What the hell is that? It doesn’t sound like he’s in pain.
I put my ear against the door to listen for a second, and my thighs tingle when I realize what must be happening inside. Is my boss masturbating? Shit. I should leave, but my feet are glued to the spot. I can’t help but imagine what I can’t see. Henry’s hand on his thick manhood, and his face grimaces with pleasure. My lady bits heat with excitement as I recall how Henry looked at me at the fast food restaurant. I could barely taste the food in my mouth because the look made me dream. I had to squeeze my thighs tightly because I didn’t want anything leaking out of me. And what about that surprise kiss he gave me at the lot? My body aches with longing and it’s all I can do not to touch myself. This is so wrong. I really should go. I pull away from the door quietly and take a deep breath, but my phone chimes before I take a step. Goddamn.
I hurry away but my phone keeps ringing. I reach for it and take it out of my purse to silence it, but it slips out of my hand. I curse as I bend down to pick it up, hoping it isn’t broken. And when I stand up, my boss is standing right next to me, his eyes dark and hair tousled. I resist the urge to check out his fly.
“Hi, boss!” I say with a nervous laugh. “I’m just getting out of here. Sorry to distract you…”
His eyes narrow and I realize I’ve spoken too much. I’ve more or less told him I saw him pleasuring himself. I mentally hit my forehead with my palm.Stupid Mila.
“I should just go,” I say and turn.
I haven’t taken a step when I feel his strong grasp on my arm. He yanks me back toward him and before I know it, I’m in his arms, facing his strong chin. My eyes glide up to his firm lips and then his stormy eyes.
“What were you doing outside my office?” he growls.
I gasp but can’t speak. He smells different from usual. Besides the leathery, spicy note, I detect a strong musky scent that makes my knees weak. It’s a marvel I’m keeping a distance between us because I feel like I’m melting. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…I was going to say goodbye, but I heard you…and I couldn’t help myself…” Shit.Stop talking!
A trace of a smile forms in the corners of his lips and he pulls me tighter against him, his hands on the small of my back. He stares at me intently for a moment before he grunts and swoops down to claim my lips.
My eyes widen at first, then I close them to savor the sensation I’ve missed in the past hours. This is happening again. Oh, God. So delicious. The man is a puzzle. Fire. Ice. Fire. Whatever. I abandon my concerns and kiss him back eagerly, moaning each time our tongues tangle.
I’m breathless when he pulls away from me. “You couldn’t help yourself, you said?” he asks in a strained voice.
