Page 15 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“Why wouldn’t it?”
“Because the polic?—”
“That I can nix at any time. But I understand if you’re uncomfortable about this, so I want to apologize again. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
We were silent for a beat before she nodded. “Okay.”
“Come on. I have one more floor to show you before we head back to work.” I walked over, pressing the button to allow us back onto the car. When we got on, I hit the button to the sixthfloor and watched the numbers ascend. We were silent the whole ride until we got off, and I explained our media department.
“This is where the ads, social media posts, and commercials are created.”
“You guys do your own commercials?”
“We do. My good friend, Donovan, is over the production. He does all of the commercials and ads while the ladies create the social media posts and ads.”
“Layne! Hey, girly!” Jennifer appeared from behind her desk and hurried over to Layne, giving her air kisses.
“Hey!”
“Hello, Mr. West.”
“Jennifer,” I replied.
She smiled and looked at Layne. “How are things going?”
“They’re going well. Just getting a small tour of the building while we have a small break.”
“You two know each other?” I asked.
“Yes. Jennifer is my best friend and the one that recommended the job to me.”
“So, you’re the culprit.”
“Sir?” Jen asked, confused.
I chuckled. “Nothing. We have to get back.”
“Okay. Call me later, Lay. Have a good day, Mr. West.”
“You as well, Jen,” I replied, escorting Layne back toward the elevators.
After the kiss we shared, I knew there was no turning back. I knew how skeptical she was, but the way she captured my tongue in her mouth told me she wanted the same thing. All I had to do was apply a little pressure, and she was going to fold.
Layne Grant was going to be mine, one way or another.
The rest of the workday flowed well for a change. I finished all my meetings in record time, was able to get another deep meditation in, and made sure Amerie’s and Layne’s cars got delivered. I felt nervous about her reaction once she got home to find the truck at her house. I didn’t want her to feel as if accepting anything from me was giving anyone the wrong idea.
It was fuck these people for me.
But I knew she didn’t want a reputation of her fucking her way to the top, so I was disguising it as a company car to ease her mind. Brian had been in the same boat as Layne when he first started working here. We actually did have a 2023 Altima company car that he drove, but I wanted Layne to have her own car, . . . a 2024 Maserati Modena. I knew I went overboard, but I didn’t know how to do anything small.
My phone rang, displaying my mother’s number across the screen. Ever since Amerie hipped her on how to use her new iPhone, all she did was FaceTime me.
I propped my phone up on the computer so I could finish signing off on some paperwork, seeing her face pop up on the screen. “’Sup, Ma?”
“’Sup, Ma,” she mocked. “Is that how you answer a phone?”
“I apologize, beautiful. How are you?”
