Page 43 of One Taste
I grin. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t if you could.”
“Okay, you’re right, but still.” She reaches out one arm, placing her hand on my shoulder and shakes me. “Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?”
“Stop.” I laugh, removing her hand from my shoulder. “I did not fuck him at the office on my first day, Brielle.”
She flops back down on the couch, her excitement dwindling. Confusion plays with the features of her face. “Then what the hell are you talking about?”
“I fucked him last weekend… at the hotel… all night long.”
Her body flies up again. I watch as her facial expression goes from shocked to mortified. “No….”
I nod. “Yep. Brooks turned out to be none other than SebastianBrooks—part owner and CEO of Midtown Advertising.”
She stares at me with her mouth gaping. “You’re telling me thatNine-Inch Cockis the hot guy from Google,” she gasps. “Holy fucking shit.”
“Tell me about it.”
We sit in silence as she takes in what this means. By the time Brielle speaks again, I’ve drained the last little bit from my wine glass. “Was it that bad?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what word would describe today accurately.”
“Hold that thought.” Brielle places her glass on the coffee table, gets up, and heads back into the kitchen.
I place my glass on the table next to hers just as she returns with a new bottle and refills my glass.
“Start from the beginning.” She hands me my wine.
So, I do. I tell her all about my day, starting with the asshole who thought I was one of Sebastian’s conquests trolling for more dick—ironic considering Ididturn out to be one of his bedmates. Only, despite how much I would’ve loved another night with Brooks and his magic cock, I wasn’t nor will I ever again troll for his dick.
“His ego was pretty wounded that you skipped out on him, huh?”
No matter how much I know I have to be professional, knowing he was miffed he didn’t get another round with me is flattering to my own ego.
“Is it wrong that it makes me super giddy inside?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “Did he make any more comments about your time in the hotel after you laid down the ground rules?”
“He was a good boy for the rest of the day, but does it matter? I know what he’s packing under his Tom Ford suit pants, and he knows what it feels like to be inside me. How the hell can we act normal around each other, Brielle?”
It doesn’t matter that Sebastian didn’t bring up the hotel night again with words. His thoughts were laced into the way he looked at me. During the company introduction meeting, I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. It was like he was imagining all the intimate ways he knows my body while I was trying to make a good impression on my new coworkers. That’s a hard thing to do while your pussy is throbbing—especially when your nether regions enjoy the way the sexy man standing to the side of you is looking at you… and thinking ofthem. I felt the blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks as I stood in the auditorium-like conference room packed with two hundred plus people.
It was not the way I wanted to make my first impression in the New York City advertising world. I’m wondering if it’s too late to accept the offer fromNBC. I’m sure being the assistant to the VP of digital ad sales wouldn’t involve me blocking nine-inch cocks from my mind.
“That’s quite a pickle you’ve gotten yourself into.” She chuckles. “I have no idea how you’re going to unseehispickle.”
“You’re such a bitch.” I flip her off. “And absolutely no help. I think going back to college has affected your adulting abilities.”
She laughs louder, throwing back her head. “Fuck adulting. Don’t take this out on me. It’s not my fault you dropped your panties for the first hot guy you saw in the city.”
“Oh, fuck off.” I laugh. “You would have dropped your panties and bent over too. You were practically drooling into your pancakes at breakfast.”
“But I can bend over for him. I don’t have to work with him.” She shrugs. “Do you see how awesome not adulting is?”
“I hate you,” I say, holding up my once again empty glass. “Fill me up and tell me about your day at school so I can try forgetting Sebastian Brooks and his porn-star cock.”
Sebastian
As the door to mypenthouse closes behind me, I throw my gym bag at the wall harder than necessary. Three fucking days I’ve been consumed with thoughts of Devin. They’re even worse than before she started working at my company. In my position. Around me all the fucking time.
