Page 81 of Who's Your Daddy
I shoot her a wink, then stroll out of the room. Now that’s a wayto start a morning. As I make my way to Brian’s office, I keep an eye out for my girl but she’s nowhere to be found.
Brian is also missing so I leave the iced coffee on a coaster next to his computer. Once I thoughtfully brought him an iced coffee just like this but set it on the desk itself. I never heard the end of it. Every time I set foot in his office in the city, he’d glare at the hint of a ring it left behind on the wood, as if reminding me of my error.
I wander back to the conference room, only to find Amy taking a large bite of Lola’s breakfast. Naturally, Lola appears out of thin air at the same moment.
“This is so good,” Amy says, mouth full, her voice garbled.
Lola may be shooting daggers, but she’s as delectable as ever. Her hair is in its usual braid, and her fitted navy skirt glides over her pretty curves just like my hands did on Friday night.
I fist them at my sides to keep from touching her. “Good morning, Lola.” I give her my most winning smile. “I brought you your coffee.”
With a heavy sigh, she offers me the weakest of smiles. “Thanks, Cal.” She plucks her drink from the tray, glaring at Amy, who’s practically moaning over the croissant she’s devouring.
I follow Lola to where she sits at the end of the table, as far from our intern as she can get, and settle my hip against the table, essentially blocking Amy from her view. “Did I tell you I got a fish?”
Head dropped back, she groans. “Why would you get a fish?”
I give her one of my extra cheeky grins. “Because it was time for fins.”
She doesn’t smile back.
“Lola,” I singsong as I grasp her chin.
The moment I make contact with her soft, warm skin, the words I planned to say disappear like vapors.
The tiniest of breaths escapes her, and those pretty green eyes of hers stare up at me like she’s just as entranced with my touch.
I slowly graze her cheek with my thumb, and her lashes flutter shut.
I’m reminded of the way I held her chin as she asked me to teachher how to suck my cock. Fuck, my trousers tighten at the mere thought. At the reminder of the sounds she made as she rolled against me, chasing her own orgasm as she gagged around my dick.
Caught in her orbit, I dip my head, breathing her in. I can practically taste her sweet lips.
“The croissant was good,” Amy says, startling us out of the stupor we’ve fallen into, and Lola jerks back, “but next time can you get me the chocolate one?” Amy’s whiny voice has Lola pulling back from my grasp and her rolling chair hitting the wall. “This one tastes like it’s missing something.”
The look Lola gives me is scalding. It sayswe’re at work and I told you not to touch me at work.Or ever again.Butreallydon’t touch me at work.
“That’s because it’s gluten-free,” she growls out.
My lips twitch. Fuck, what I’d do to kiss her right now. It’s clear my girl is hangry, a situation that must be rectified.
“Why would you order it like that, Cal? The gluten is the best part,” Amy muses.
Lola grits her teeth and launches to her feet. “Because it was for me.”
As she stomps out of the room, I try not to laugh. Hangry and horny. A terrible combination.
I’ll have to rectify both.
I follow her out of the office like the smitten man I am. “Lola.”
With a file held tight to her chest she spins, her expression carefully blank. “I’ve got to work, Cal. I don’t have time for games.”
Bollocks, she really is in a mood.
I take a step forward, hand out, certain that I can calm her with a touch.
She arches a brow, shutting me down without a word.
