Page 45 of One Taste
Her brother’s behavior has this company in a pretty bad situation. Rather than just hire me to take over for the time being, she’s turning the entire thing into a publicity stunt to make Midtown stand out in the crowd for good things.
All week, she bounced from meeting to meeting and took call after call to help turn this mess around. She’s dedicated to her job and it makes her a badass.
“You have more important things to worry about than checking on me,” I tell her. “I’ve been settling in.”
A perfectly arched eyebrow piques. “My brother hasn’t been giving you any trouble?”
Define trouble, Madison.
I doubt she’s asking about the way he looks at me… as if he’s undressing me. Or the way he went from staring at me with hatred to his eyes sparkling with mischief every chance he gets to make a comment about my ass these last two days.
The only real problem I’ve had with Sebastian Brooks is that he is him.I’ve wanted to use my vibrator, thinking about his promise to ruin my pussy. Ireallywant him to keep that promise… more than I should.
“No.” My voice squeaks. “He’s been very accommodating in walking me through the processes.”
She lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. Sebastian isn’t the man the headlines say he is. He’s having a hard time with the fallout from the paparazzi. I wish more people could see the real him, instead of the fictional version.”
I suppress the chuckle dying to slip out.
Sebastian is exactly the man the headlines make him out to be.
He’s your typical playboy.
He knows he looks good and is packing somemajorheat.
Honestly, I’m surprised there aren’t more racy images or dick pictures out there.
Rather than say anything, I opt to smile and nod.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to find me,” she informs me, rising from the chair. “I have another meeting in twenty minutes and want to grab a quick bite before.” On cue my stomach growls again.
“Ms. Miller,” my secretary, Marla, buzzes in on the intercom. “I have a Ms. Montgomery on the line.”
“Send her through, please.” My eyes shoot to Madison as she moves toward the door. “My best friend. We’re supposed to meet at Bryant Park Grill for lunch,” I explain, hoping she isn’t questioning my phone call. The last thing I want is Madison thinking I’m socializing instead of working.
“How nice. You’re going to love it,” she says, turning around just before exiting the office. “It’s one of my favorite places. You should try their Sunday brunch.”
I shake my head and laugh as I answer the phone. “Hey, Bri.”
“Hey bitch,” she answers. “Are we still on? Class just ended and I’m about to hop on the subway.”
My e-mail dings with a message from Sebastian and I open it while confirming plans with Brielle. “Yep. I’m leaving here in ten minutes.”
“See you soon,” she says before ending the call.
List of Office Rules
You got to have your list of rules Monday. I would like to add a few of my own.
Flats only.
No more sexy heels that make your calves look like they want to be wrapped around my waist,again.
No more skirts. The way the material hugs your ass and curves is too much for my cock.
Please wear your hair down.
Your neck looks good enough to eat today.
