Page 177 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
I reach the entrance to the offices of 7A, then barrel through. My chunky wedges slip, then catch, and I careen past the receptionist, who flashes me a smile, "He wants you to go up to his offices."
"Oh?"
"Can't get enough of you, huh?"
I laugh, "Me neither."
"I don't know what you're doing to him... I mean, other than... You know." She flushes. "Didn't mean it that way, Mrs. Sterling."
"Summer, I told you to call me Summer."
She beams. "Summer. He's different since you came into his life."
"You mean one notch less than horrendous?"
"Many notches less than horrible."
"Ha." I smirk, "Don't let his charm get to you."
Her forehead furrows. "You're not jealous that he spoke to me?"
I laugh. "If I got envious of every woman who glanced at my husband..." I shake my head. "He has that impact, huh?"
She sighs, "You're one heck of a lady, Summer."
I grin, "Be sure to tell him that."
"You bet I will."
I wave my goodbye then, race for the bank of elevators and take his private elevator up. Glance up at the camera in the far corner. Yes, there is one; he had it installed, and only he has access to the feed. So, he can track me as I approach his office, he said. I know, slightly creepy, but... it means I can do this: I raise the hem of my slim pink skirt, it's conservative except for the slit that goes up to mid-thigh. Flash him the long line of my thigh. Then laugh. Heat simmers off the surface of the security cam...
Hope you got that, Alphahole. Two can play this game. Haven’t you learned that by now?I blow him a kiss as the elevator slows to a stop. The doors slide open and I race out on the executive floor. I'd insisted on my office being three floors down, with the rest of the team.
He'd looked as if he was about to lose it... Then, he'd agreed. Huh? The man is trying, though he ends up calling me up for meetings five times a day. Once he'd met me halfway... in the stairwell, and we'd... Ah! Made out. It had been hot, I confess. We'd been late to our next meeting and he didn't care.
Yep, he's definitely trying. Wonder what he'll ask for in return though, hmm?
I pass the desk where Meredith normally sits. It's empty. Huh? Pick up speed, reach his office, prise open the door, and there's no one there. What the—? My heart picks up speed.
I place my tote on his desk, then cross the floor to the door that opens into the adjoining conference room. Swing it open and see him. His back is to me.
He grips the window frames with his arms outstretched on either side. His biceps bulge, stretching the perfectly cut sleeves of his tailor-made suit. My breath catches. He's as fucking hot as... Sin. If ever a name appropriately fit a man, it is his.
His dark jacket clings to every hard plane of his back. His waist is so damn narrow and that tight butt. I gulp. I know how it feels to palm that ass. Those powerful thighs with a smattering of hair that chafes across my sensitive skin. The thick calves, the wide stance.
"Bird."
I jerk my chin up. I hadn't made a sound. I swear the man has eyes at the back of his head.
"I know you're there."
I huff.
"Come on in, I've been waiting..."
I step in and the door closes with a snick behind me.
"Come close, you know I don't bite..." He laughs softly, turns around. "Not always."
