Page 48 of One Taste
My tone doesn’t hide my aggravation. I’m still annoyed with everything that has transpired over the last month. Between the meetings with the PI, dealing with the changes at the office and the constant desire to fuck my new CEO six ways to Sunday, to say I’m stressed out would be an understatement. Three weeks of watching Devin walk around the office always looking hotter than sin as left me beating it in the shower more than a middle schooler who just discovered his dick. Madison wasn’t exaggerating when she said Devin was more than qualified for the job here. She definitely was a stellar hire. The only problem with that is that it makes me want her even more. Beauty. Brains. Badassness. It’s like the trifecta of perfection in a woman, for me at least. That’s another thing, I’ve never even thought about what I wanted in a woman past how deep she could take my dick and how easy it was to get her into bed. Why did everything in my life go from amazing to utterly fucked up?
Sitting at my desk, I run my hands through my hair, trying to get a grasp on the emotional roller coaster I’ve been on.
“Veronica is here to see us.” Madison’s words snap me from my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.
“Great. I hope she has good news. I could really use some.”
Madison cringes. “Sebastian,” she says softly, “you know she’s going to get to the bottom of this. You’ve been doing great lately, and as soon as we figure out who’s causing this mayhem, you’ll take your rightful spot at the head of the company.”
I stare at my sister, not believing a word she’s saying. “I’ll believe that when this bullshit is said and done.”
I know I’m being a dick, but I can’t seem to help it. All I know is, Veronica Styles, the highly recommended private investigator, better have found something out. Once she finds out who the shithead is who’s causing me problems, my life can hopefully start to fall back into order.
I pick up the phone and call the front desk.
“Hi, Mr. Brooks,” the receptionist answers.
“Good morning. Can you please send Ms. Styles in?”
“Of course.”
I place the phone receiver back on its base, redirecting my attention to Madison.
“She’s coming.”
“Perfect.”
The soft knock on the office door has me full of anxious anticipation.
“I’m sure she found something, Sebastian,” Madison says as I rush to open the door.
“Good morning, Veronica.” The words slip from my lips, only the person standing outside the door, isn’t Veronica. “Devin….” My voice trails off the moment I see Devin staring back at me as if I just insulted her.
“Good morning,” she grumbles, pushing past me and into the office.
Madison’s voice floats up from behind me. “Oh, Devin. Good morning. You look great today.”
As I listen to my sister compliment her, I take in Devin’s appearance and it blows me away completely. Wearing a tight black skirt that ends just above her knees, her curves are outlined in a way I didn’t know was possible. Her breasts are covered, but the white and black polka dot blouse she wears clings to them. It makes my mouth water. I take in her long, toned legs, and the last thing I notice are a pair of black stilettos with a red underneath that I know is a pair of Louboutin’s.
Fuck me.
I don’t just want this woman.
I crave her. Every time she’s in the same space as me, I feel as if I need her just as badly as I need my next breath. What the fuck is wrong with me? Is it just the forbidden fruit aspect? Is this how Adam and Eve felt in the garden of Eden. Look, but you can’t touch. Or eat. Damn, it’s enough to make a man, mainly this one, insane with desire.
A small blush spreads over Devin’s cheeks, as if she feels me tearing her clothes off with my gaze. “I have some things that need your approval and signature,” she says, but I can’t get my mind to focus on her words.
“I approve,” I whisper under my breath, continuing to trace the outline of her breasts with my eyes.
She hands me a folder, and I sign the papers quickly where she has them marked and hand them back.
“Thank you,” she says. “I’ll get these taken care of.”
Her eyes rake over my day-old stubbled face and my navy-blue suit before fixating on my mouth. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Devin was reminiscing about how my mouth felt between her legs.
The woman has willpower, I’ll give her that. I’ve tried my damnedest to break that shell of hers. To get her to react to me in the way she did sitting at the bar. But nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. In actuality, it seems she’s doing her best to keep away from me. I was sure that email I sent her the end of her first week would have gotten some kind of rise out of her, but no. She didn’t even acknowledge it.
A knock on the door redirects Madison’s attention, so I take the opportunity to let my eyes travel Devin’s body from head to toe once more as I lick my lips suggestively.
