Page 20 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“This . . . I appreciate the gesture, but I can manage.”
“It’s not a request, Ms. Grant. It’s late. Let’s get you inside.” He walked over to the beautiful red SUV, opened the door, reached inside, grabbed something, then closed the door back and walked back over to me. He handed me the key fob then extended his arm for me to walk ahead.
I turned and slowly made my way up the stairs to the door, rummaging through my purse for the keys. Once I located them, I turned and found him staring at me.
“Have a good night, Mr. West.”
“Sweet dreams, Ms. Grant. I’ll see you on Monday, bright and early.” He took my hand, kissed the back of it, then turned to head back to his car. I opened the door and hurried inside, being careful not to make too much noise and wake my parents. I headed to my room and stripped down.
Grabbing my shower caddy, I headed into my en suite bathroom to shower. Today had been long, trying, and . . . fun. Since the moment I stepped into work, I had been trying my best not to focus on Avery too much. I knew I was there to assist him, but for some reason, I felt as if he needed me near him in some capacity. I couldn’t sit down for two seconds without him sending me to do something as simple as rearranging his office furniture. The kiss we shared sent my pulse soaring and my pussy dancing in the seat of my panties, thinking she was about to get some action.
I couldn’t fall for his charm.
Avery was everything a woman could only dream of. Fine, successful, devilishly handsome, and from what I knew to be factual, had a nice package. The chemistry I felt rising between us scared me. I didn’t want to lose my job or be labeled as the office whore, so whatever was happening between us had to cease.
That didn’t stop me from detaching the showerhead and visualizing his tongue swiping against my clit though. I didn’t realize how horny I’d been since dropping Victor, my ex, five months ago. Avery was rekindling that fire burning inside of me, and I needed someone to put it out.
After bringing myself to a climax using thoughts of the debonair millionaire, I washed quickly then exited the shower. Once I was dry and had spread lotion on my body, I slipped on my nightwear, tied my hair up, then settled into my bed to watch some TV before bed.
I loved living with my parents, but I wanted and needed my independence. However, it was the only option I had to pay off my debt without accumulating more bills I didn’t need. I had to move from my apartment, sell my car, move back in with my parents, and find a good paying job so I could focus on paying off my student loans. I figured within the next two years, I’d be debt-free.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, just as I settled on watchingWhat Happens In Vegas.Jen’s name appeared on my screen.
“Ma’am, it is ten o’clock at night. Why are you calling me this late?”
“Bitch, please. You know why I’m calling this late. Spill the teeeaaa!”
I giggled. “Jen, please, be for real. I literally just got settled in bed.”
“Then I called at the perfect time. I have to know what the hell you done did to that man.”
“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything.”
“Then why did he post in the work group chat that he’s incorporating casual Mondays and freestyle fun Fridays. I’ve been working for his mean ass for damn near five years, and he’s never talked in that damn group chat, yet alone do fun shit.”
“Wait, what is freestyle Fridays?”
“He says that it’s basically a day of fun, where we play games and do absolutely nothing and still get paid for the day.”
“Oh, . . . wow,” I replied, shocked.
“Oh, wowis right. So, start talking, missy.”
I sighed. “I’m not sure if his sudden change in demeanor is because of me, but I will say that we did kiss,” I revealed.
“Ah! I knew it! You put a spell on that nigga.”
“Jennifer, please. I highly doubt that.” I lied. I had something over him if he was buying me Maserati SUVs disguising it as a company car. I’d only known Avery for two days. Two. What the hell did I do to gain such admiration and expensive gifts?
“Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. I need a raise.”
“Jen, I can’t date him.”
“Why not?”
“It goes against company policy.”
“He’s the boss, bitch. He made that dumbass rule, and clearly, he’s breaking it. One look at that pretty face and fat ass, and homie ready to risk it all.”
