Page 67 of Undeniably Corrupt
Me: Our meeting is about to begin.
Vander: If you think a boardroom full of people will hold me back from finding out, you’re very wrong.
Me: I’ll change, but I don’t plan to keep the other things.
Vander: You will because it makes me happy. See you in thirty.
A stupid, girlish thrill I have zero right to tickles my stomach and springs a smile to my lips. Opening up one of the bags, I find a red silk top and a black leather skirt. It’s paired with black patent leather heels with red soles. Holy fuck. And everything is exactly in my size.
I can’t believe he did this. This outfit alone has to be thousands.
I really should say no to this. Once again, he’s overstepping and bordering on red flag territory. Right? I mean, buying me clothes he wants me to wear and knowing my size isn’t healthy, normal boss-assistant stuff. It’s not like he’s done this for Champagne. I don’t even have to ask her to know that.
I chew on my lip as I stare at them.
I don’t know what I’m doing with him, and yet I can’t seem to stop myself from doing it. Fuck it. They’re just clothes. I’m sure he’s not actually going to smell me during a meeting. I only used his shampoo and bodywash because I ran out of mine and didn’t have time to buy more. I wasn’t doing it so I’d smell like him or anything.
Crap.
This has bad news written all over it.
I head down the hall to the bathroom to get changed, slip into the new clothes and shoes and expertly do my hair up into my high ponytail and polish off all the red with a smear of it across my lips because fuck him.
Just as I exit the bathroom, I practically run straight into Alesha, who gives me a disdainful once-over.
“Where did you get those?”
Isn’t that the question I shouldn’t answer? “Saks.”
“Hmm. Well, all that red makes you look cheap.”
I snort. “Not sure how cheap I can look in these clothes, but thanks for your unwanted opinion.” I start to brush past her when I think better of it and turn back right before she goes into the bathroom. “You know, tearing women down is a bad look. I get that you don’t like me for whatever your bullshit reasons are, but you might want to take a hard look at yourself and ask why you feel the need to be this way.”
I leave it at that, and she doesn’t reply. I’m hoping she canget over whatever jealousy or pettiness she has toward me. Somehow, I doubt it, though.
I drop my things, pick up my laptop and phone, and head straight for Vander’s office. When I arrive, it’s empty, and I press the button so he comes out of his lair. After two minutes of no Vander I walk down to his closet and pound on the door. No answer, but the sound of another door on the other side of his office opening has me turning around. His bathroom.
Oops. I did it again. And now I sound like Britney, but this is the second time he’s caught me in his office when he’s come out of the bathroom after showering.
Vander’s blond hair is wet and tickling his forehead and eyelashes. He’s shaved his beard and is wearing his standard black button-down and black slacks. Still, there’s no denying how good he looks. He gives me a long once-over, very different from the one Alesha just gave me. This one makes my blood sizzle and my skin hot.
“Should I do a little twirl? That way you’ll get the full effect of my ass in the skirt.”
“Not necessary. Nice hair and lips.”
I smile coquettishly. “I thought so too. Shall we go to the meeting?”
He pans a hand toward the door of his office for me. I head in that direction without glancing over my shoulder at him, but his hand swoops around my waist as I pass him, and he pulls me back to him. My breath catches as his nose meets the back of my neck, and he takes a deep inhale.
A chuckle rustles the hair at the nape of my neck, his hot breath making me shiver. “Mmm. Smells better on you.” His nose glides up my neck, and I stifle my whimper, but I know he hears it anyway. “Shall we?”
He releases me, and I nearly stumble over my damn feet. We’ll say it’s the ridiculous heels tripping me up and not the man.
I clear my throat and exit his door. “Did you get everything sorted out?”
“I think so,” he replies. “It was the same idiots who did this last time. They thought the fast timeline would throw me off. It didn’t.”
I glance around the hall and make sure no one is near us as I whisper, “Are you a hacker?”
