Page 44 of Devious Temptation
It takes everything in me not to let out a groan as she presses up on her toes, dragging her ass over my erection like a devious little vixen. “I’m not.”
Sixteen
“What?What do you mean you aren’t going to come? Aww, come on. We worked so hard. Mr. Benson always came and had a great time.” Molly from accounting pouts in Lawson’s direction, sticking her bottom lip out in a way she probably thinks is sexy but makes her look like a child.
The boardroom has nearly emptied after today’s meeting. Molly is on the planning committee with me, though she’s barely done anything besides complain about decorations and food. But did she offer up any other suggestions? No. It’s par for the course for her, though. Always complaining, never helping, and trying to ride whatever new alpha male comes through the office.
Since Lawson is the new stallion in town, she’s been after him all week. And I don’t know if he’s actively trying to piss me off or if this is just how he is now, but the easy smiles he sends her way and husky words of gratitude for theexcellent job she’s doingmake me want to shove my pencil right into one of her bright blue irises.
You sound like a psycho, Lucy. Get a grip.
Lawson laughs—a deep, throaty chuckle that sends every woman who’s still crowded around the table swooning. “I don’t think so, Molly. The morale parties are for employees. How will you all talk about me behind my back if I’m there?” he jokes smoothly.
A loud crack audibly interrupts the conversation. The sting of wood and lead striking my fingers is sharp and slightly painful, but does nothing to diminish my annoyance. If anything, it heightens it as all eyes flick to me and the pencil that now resides in two halves in my grip.
“Besides. I’m not one for costumes,” Lawson finishes, focusing his attention back on the blonde sitting across from me.
“That’s funny,” I muse in a tone I know will grate on his nerves. “I remember you used to love dressing up for Halloween.” I gather my things as my coworkers share knowing glances.
It’s common knowledge now that Lawson and I know each other, but since I dated his son, no one would ever suspect we have a past that was anything other than platonic.
When I swing a saccharine smile towards him, he clenches his jaw. “That was a long time ago, Lucy.” He turns his attention back to the rest of the women. “You all have a great time. Be safe.”
A round of sighs follows us out the door, and I can feel the tension radiating from Lawson in hot waves of energy that wrap around us as we return to his office.
“You just won’t let up, will you?” he says under his breath, careful not to pick a fight too loudly.
“Idon’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Morgan,” I singsong.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Lucy. Is this how our time here is going to go? With you pressing my buttons every chance you get?”
We stop in the space between his office door and my desk, peering at each other as casually as we can muster, though the tension in our eyes is hard to conceal. It dances over my skin, prickling like static electricity wrapping around my limbs.
“If you weren’t so easy to get a rise out of…” I lower my eyes slowly to the buckle of his belt, making my double meaning crystal clear. “…it wouldn’t be a problem, would it?”
His nostrils flare, and heady desire makes his pupils dilate. “Lucy…”
“Lawson…” I draw out his name the same way he does to mine, batting my eyelashes up at him expectantly.
A shrill ring from my desk breaks the moment. Without a word, he turns away, and I pick up the company phone from its cradle.
“Lawson Morgan’s office, how may I help you?”
Beep.Beep. Beep.
The timer to remind me about Lawson's phone conference interrupts my concentration. Checking the time, I inwardly curse. I worked straight through lunch.
“Shit, Lucy. This is why you need to go to the damn grocery store,” I mutter to myself, slipping into my heels and smoothing down my emerald silk shirt dress.
There’s no time to run down to the café, so I head to the break room’s snack bar. I’m a picky eater because certain ingredients set off a weird skin rash I’ve developed over the last year. But surely, there’s a piece of fruit or something that will hold me over until dinner.
If you hadn’t eaten all the cookies Lawson made you already, you could have snacked on one of those.
Cookies of any sort don’t last that long in my apartment, though, let alone my favorite kind.
“...and it was the sweetest thing, I’m telling you. He got me a gift card to this swanky spa in The Radford and told me he was impressed with my work on the morale party,” Molly gushes to a few women as they sip iced coffees in the break room.
Instantly, my skin prickles with irritation.
