Page 30 of Be Your Anything
“You okay?”
She nods, groaning slightly as she dips her body slowly to the left and then again to the right.
“Yeah, I just…” She stretches just alittlebit more before releasing her arms and bringing them forward, crossing them over her chest and stretching the opposite way. “I swear I was given the most uncomfortable chair that has ever existed in the history of office chairs, and my body isnota fan.”
I get up and walk over, then drop down in her seat. I glare at Lennon. “I think whoever purchased this chair for you was hoping that they’d be able to get you to quit.”
Lennon laughs. “Maybe Ellison bought it for me.”
I tap my nose twice then point at her. “Cute.”
Standing up, Lennon pushes her shoulders back just slightly, and I can’t help it when my eyes drop to her chest, to those amazing breasts I haven’t seen in over a week. Then, of course, I start thinking about the rest of her body, allowing my eyes to rove lazily along her frame.
“I’m gonna chuck this into the kitchen trash,” she says, eyeing me for a second before stepping out of the office and around the corner, her footsteps fading as she pads away.
I can’t help it that I start to wish I could see her naked, feel her underneath me, clenching around me.
Sex with Lennon is amazing.
But I try not to let myself get too focused on it.
Obviously it would be a pretty fantastic way to cap off the evening. Chinese food, cookies, and sex? I can’t think of a better combo.
But I can’t let my mind go there.
Tonight is about us hanging out, about our friendship, a much-needed chance for us to reconnect on a different level than just the physical, which has been inflamed over the past months.
I reach across her desk and pick up the picture I was looking at earlier, the one of us at Tinsley’s, back when we were so much younger.
That night was…a lot to take in. It was a sudden shift in the way I thought about things, in what I thought was possible between Lennon and me.
I don’t normally allow myself to think about that time, about that night in particular. I don’t daydream too heavily about it, which is why seeing this picture is so…I don’t know…
“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Pearson.”
Lennon’s voice startles me, and I set the picture back down, my attention shifting to where she stands at the doorway.
“I was told you wanted to see me?”
It only takes a half-second to flip my switch as I shift from business to pleasure. From relaxed to primed. From friends to benefits.
I can tell exactly what she wants by the way she’s standing, the expression on her face, even the tone of her voice.
I may have been completely okay with this night being strictly about friendship, but if she wants me to give her an even better ending to the evening, I am only too happy to oblige.
“Yes, come in, Ms. Day. Shut the door behind you and have a seat.”
She follows my instructions, taking a seat in one of the comfortable armchairs on the other side of her desk.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks.
I have to give her credit for how convincing she is when she does this. I’ve told her before and she always tells me I’m full of shit, but Lennon could have been an actress with how well she can put on a mask or step into a role.
Today, it’s apparently the role of an employee, and I’m the boss.
I smirk to myself.
I love when I get to be in charge.
