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Nick: Does this show you how much I like it?
The text shows that she read it immediately, and she texts me back a slew of intermixed curses and praise, with a few pleas peppered in. God, she’s so perfect.
Nick: From now on you’re either naked or in my clothes if you’re at my place. Understood?
Two sharp knocks sound on my office door, and I scoot further under my desk to hide my excitement. “Come in.”
Thank fuck Julie isn’t like Sloane. The last thing I need is to be caught with my hand halfway down my pants texting my employee.
Julie hardly spares me a glance when she comes in, which is probably for the best. She sets her laptop up along with a bin of files to work through and settles in on the plush couch usually reserved for meetings between me and Marcus.
I can’t help but glance back at my phone when it buzzes, swearing to myself that I’ll ignore it after this.
Riley: Understood, sir ;)
Fucking hell, she’s going to kill me.
My cock throbs in my pants at the title sitting there on my screen, but I bite down on my own tongue to stop myself from reacting further. Without responding, I lock my phone and toss it into my desk drawer.
As much as I want to play cat and mouse with Riley and let her rile me up just so I can put her in her place, I’m at work for a reason.
“Let me know if you find anything important,” I tell Julie without glancing in her direction as I bury myself in the paperwork in front of me. “I’ll start with these and jump in on the rest when I’m through.”
And then I’ll drag Riley back to my penthouse and show her just what she gets when she teases me like this.
CHAPTER 16
NICK
Itap my pen against the notepad in front of me lazily, taking one last glance at the figures projected before nodding sharply.
“Anything to add?” I ask Marcus.
Wednesday meetings are important for the planning team, but my mind has been elsewhere throughout the whole thing. It’s hard to focus when Riley is less than ten feet from me, wrapped up in a pretty green sweater and looking utterly edible.
I never thought watching someone work could be so enticing.
“Nothing from me,” my brother says, offering the marketing team a beaming smile, dark eyes twinkling with pride. “You all did great. I’ll meet with you next week to finalize the adjustments we made to the advertisements and then we’ll be good to move forward. Good work.”
Marcus has always been more free with his compliments than I have, which is a good thing. If I were responsible for keeping morale up, I’d blow my fucking brains out.
I only give praise when it’s earned.
Or whenever Riley turns those pretty eyes on me.
“Get to it. You’re all dismissed.” Chairs squeak as everyone rolls out from the polished conference table, papers shuffling and laptops closing. Low chatter hums through the marketing team, several of them already shooting ideas back and forth as Marcus is quickly drawn into conversation. “Miss Morgan,” I say, cutting through the fading chatter as people file out. “Stay behind for a moment. I want to discuss a few of these figures with you.”
Riley glances between me and the charts still projected, and I almost laugh when I realize she thinks I’m serious.
I forget just how innocent that mind of hers is sometimes.
It only makes me want to corrupt her more.
She’s busy pulling up reports, probably to show me where she got the figures she presented from, but I couldn’t care less. First of all, her work is always perfect. Secondly, I need to get my mouth on her before I explode.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind the last person, I reach over and snap the lid of her laptop shut, smirking at the way she jumps and squeaks in surprise.
“I don’t need to go over your work, Riley,” I purr, leaning back and dragging my eyes over her hungrily. “I just wanted an excuse to keep you a little longer.”
