Page 72 of Mr. Edwards
“Grayson never shuts up about you,” she says, rounding the desk and extending her hand to me. “I’m Amber, his assistant.”
“Grayson talks about me… to you?” That thought makes me feel uneasy. What kind of things does he tell her?
“Relax,” she states, noticing my discomfit. “He only says good things.”
“Ah, okay.”
“Come,” she says. “I’ll take you to him.”
I hope he’s okay with me being here.
The knots in my stomach intensify as Amber leads me toward his office. Her high heels click against the polished marble floor. She’s dressed to the nines, looking very put together in her power suit. It’s a far cry from the casual attire I wear to work. It’s just another reminder of how I don’t fit into Grayson’s world.
We walk down a long corridor, passing door after door and what I presume is a conference room. It sits behind large glass, floor-to-ceiling windows, there’s a long wooden table inside, with a plentitude of chairs sitting around it.
Amber stops when we reach the end of the corridor, and I look up to see‘CEO Grayson Edwards’in bold black letters written on the gold plaque in the center of the door. My anxiety ramps up a notch.
She knocks twice before opening. “You’ve got a visitor,” she says. I’m standing behind her, but off to the side, so I have a clear view of him from here. He glances up at her and my tummy flips. He looks so hot sitting behind his desk in his sexy suit being all businesslike. I want to gobble him up. “I know you said you didn’t want to be disturbed, but I thought you’d want to see this one.”
Shit, I should’ve called first.
When Amber nudges her head in my direction, his eyes dart to me. I hold my breath, anticipating his reaction, but the moment our eyes lock, his face lights up and relief floods through me.
“Carlee!”
“Hey.”
“Come in,” he says, sitting back in his chair and motioning me forward.
I step into the room. “It was nice to meet you, Carlee,”Amber says as she reaches for the door handle to close it behind her.
“Likewise,” I reply, giving her a brief smile over my shoulder.
Turning my attention back to Grayson, I find him still grinning. “This is a nice surprise.”
I observe the mountain of paperwork around him. “I’m sorry to disturb you, I can see you’re busy.”
“Come here,” he says, crooking his finger at me. His eyes track my movements as I cross the room, stopping when I reach his side of the desk. Scooting his chair back, he pulls me down onto his lap. “I may be busy, but I’ll always make time for you, sunshine. You’re my girl… my number one priority.”
He always knows the perfect thing to say. Nobody has ever made me feel like I’m their number one. I may have fought us in the beginning, but not anymore, I love being his.
“I won’t stay long, I just wanted to bring you some lunch.” I hold up his sandwich, and he takes it from me, placing it on his desk.
“I’d rather have you for lunch.”
“That sounds… nice.”
He grasps my chin, bringing my face closer to his. “I may not have been expecting you, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make the most of your visit. You’ve been on my mind all morning.”
I cringe a little on the inside. I hope his thoughts weren’t about last night. I don’t want him thinking about what happened to me, I just want to put it behind us.
I swallow thickly. “What do you have in mind?”
“Wicked dirty things of course.” He closes the small distance between our faces, nipping at my bottom lip.
I shouldn’t have expected anything less from this man. He’s an animal. “What kind of dirty things?”
“First, I’m going to bury my face in your pussy and make you come with my tongue, and then I’m going to lay you out on my desk and fuck you into next week. How does that sound?”
