Page 56 of One Taste
Her voice is smug as she tells me how. “Because you could have called any name you wanted, but you didn’t. You were moaning for Sebastian. Calling out his name. No one else’s. You want him.”
My mouth drops open as Brielle stands by her chair and holds her hand in the air. She makes the drop the mic motion and exits the kitchen, leaving me so very... I have no idea. There are way too many thoughts and emotions plaguing my mind.
All I know is, Brielle just truth bombed me with the one big thing I’ve been trying to hide from.
Devin
Marla, my—well Sebastian’s assistanttoo, pokes her head into the conference room, telling us, “This is the last pitch of the night. They’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“You’re free to go after they arrive, Marla,” Sebastian tells her. “Have a good night.”
It’s after six o’clock. I’m tired and ready to go home too. It’s been a long fucking day after a long fucking weekend. Sebastian had recurring roles in my dreams the last two nights. Now, we’ve been in presentations, in such close proximity that the smell of his cologne is permanently embedded in my nose, since three o’clock. The first two pitches ran much longer than usual. They were lacking, resulting in needing a briefing on how to get the most from their ad. The product placement was wrong on one, and the second had nothing memorable about it. It was the same spiel for kids’ cereal that’s been overdone for the last twenty years. The whole “Kids have no idea it’s good for them and moms love it” crap. No originality. Of course, that campaign was headed by the man I met my first morning—the asshole who thought I was one of Sebastian’s whores. I learned his name is Paul Atler, but in my mind, I’ve replaced Atler with twat waffle. Let’s just say, he was not happy when I told him he had to come up with something better before Wednesday. Even after being here for almost six weeks, he treats me like the dick-hunter he thought I was on the first day. Something about that man just rubs me the wrong way.
I pray this next proposal doesn’t need an overhaul. The last thing I want to do is spend forty-five minutes explaining what is wrong with their idea or what could be better. It sucks to have to tell people their hard work is shit, but hopefully they’ll learn from it and grow.
From the corner of my eye, I see Sebastian looking at me with an odd expression on his face.
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
The same damn grin that sucked me in at the bar plays on his lips. “This is the first I’ve really gotten to see you in your element. It’s very sexy.” He pauses, drinking me in. “You’re good at what you do, and I like your vision. I found all the same issues you did, but I don’t think I would’ve come up with going the direction you did on the first one. Plus, the way you put Paul in his place made me kind of hard.”
“You and your dick.” I huff not wanting to talk about his dick. Bad enough I can’t stop thinking about it. Bad enough my vagina is pissed that I finish the job he starts every time I close my eyes, I don’t need him to tell me about making it hard. I’m a pent up ball of frustration. I refuse to give in, even to myself, and get myself off to the thought of him. “Haven’t you gotten tired of coming up with ways to insert your dick into our conversations?”
“My dick deserves to be in all our conversations.”
“Really?” I roll my eyes and shift in my seat trying to stem the feelings mounting in my lower region. “I barely remember it worthy enough to be in any of our conversations.”
The moment the words leave my mouth I know I’ve made a grave mistake. This is the last thing I need. Encouraging this interaction is playing with fire, but I’m hungry, in more ways than one, and cranky. Up until now, I’ve been doing a great job of avoiding these situations since last week’s dating words of wisdom, but today my defenses are down due to exhaustion and hunger.
“While I sincerely doubt that,” he remarks, his eyes glowing with a promise to make me regret my words more than I do, “I’ll gladly remind you, right here, right now, exactly what my cock looks like, feels like, and tastes like.”
“I’m sure HR would love to hear all about your offer,” I say, hoping to quell the situation.
I have no idea what I would do if he whipped his dick out right here. I’d like to think I’d get up and walk out like a mature adult, but a part of me knows there’s a real good chance I’d drop to my knees and open my mouth. It would be an epic battle of wills.
Thankfully it doesn’t come to that because Marla appears in the doorway just as Sebastian begins to stand from his chair and fiddle with his belt.
“Mr. Chen and his team are ready for you, Mr. Brooks and Ms. Miller.”
Before she makes it out, a group of six file into the room and set up their presentation. All thoughts of Sebastian exposing his dick are forgotten.
“Tell us about your presentation,” Sebastian says, lowering back into the seat and opening the folders placed in front of us.
“This is a commercial mockup for a new sexual intercourse enhancer by Polished. The clients wanted something sexy, yet tasteful.”
After spending the few minutes before this presentation thinking about Brooks’ cock, even George Chen’s soft-spoken voice is enough to make my thighs clench at the wordssexual intercourse. Sebastian’s smirk lets me know he notices the shift in my seat. He doesn’t hold back a soft chuckle. I feel the energy radiating off him. He’s loving every minute of this.
This will be the longest presentation of my career. I’d rather have Paul and his condescending attitude back in here than sit through a sexual enhancement ad with Sebastian next to me. I contemplate banging my head on the glass table and hopefully knocking myself out, so I don’t have to do this, but I don’t feel as if it’s a viable option.
“Please.” Sebastian motions with his hand. “Begin.”
The lights dim slightly, and the ad starts with soft music playing in the background. It has a quick upbeat tempo that’s also smooth andverysexual. A couple walks into a sizeable bedroom with large open windows showcasing the lights of a city. The lighting of the shot makes everything look almost black and white. The couple kisses, and the man runs a hand down her exposed shoulder thanks to a sexy black dress she’s wearing.
Sebastian’s arm lowers from the table to his lap as he sits back. A moment goes by, and I watch as he sits forward again, his hand now under the table. His finger skims my calf, causing the hair on my arms to prickle in attention.
