Page 11 of Holiday Hook-Up
Gary glanced between us with a raised brow and patted Emmy’s arm. “Take a seat, Emmy. No need to be shy around Mr. Connor. Right, boss?”
“Right. Please make yourself comfortable.” She visibly swallowed and sat next to Gary. The blush spreading across her ivory cheeks didn’t escape my notice.
Holy hell, this was awkward. I needed to get Woods out of here so I could talk to Emerald. She’d run out on me sometime in the middle of the night. While I knew we’d agreed we were having some fun—a one time holiday hookup—I would have at least tried to get her number. A woman like her was hard to find. But shit, she was my employee.
This revelation hit me like a Mack truck. I hardly heard whatever Gary was going on about.
I had slept with my employee. Not only that, but it was the most incredible night I’d ever had.
Fuck.
This is why I told Felicity the whole Saint Nick thing was a bad idea. I could never escape who I was. I was Logan Connor and I refused to be like my father. He was a man who used his wealth and power to buy whatever he wanted, including women. He’d slept his way through Connor Industries so thoroughly that growing up, I used to think of his assistants as fucked up versions of stepmothers.
The work I had to do in the years after his death to reestablish some boundaries and moral code back into the company was absurd. I may like to fuck a certain way, but that didn’t mean I’d use my wealth and status to take advantage of the women under my employment.
I walked over to the minibar and cracked open a cold bottle of water, taking a deep sip. Emmy’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Would you like me to order you some breakfast, Sir?” Emmy asked from her spot on the couch.
My cock twitched. She’d called me that last night while I had her on her hands and knees asking her if she wanted me to sink my cock into her wet pussy.
I took another sip and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, careful to avoid making direct eye contact with her. “No, thank you. Actually, I have some calls to make.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, studying her shoes again.
I was a grade A asshole.
“We won’t take up any more of your time.” Gary stood and picked up a notepad and pen from the nearby desk. “Emmy, why don’t you leave Mr. Connor your number and email so he can reach you directly.” He handed her the items and turned to address me. “Anything you need, night or day, don’t hesitate to call her. Your assistant, Felicity, told me you’d argue that you didn’t need help, but I was to insist.” His voice went low. “ And to be honest, she reminded me of one of my scary grade school teachers. I don’t want to be on her bad side.”
I smirked. Felicity could be a pit bull.
Gary shook my hand and opened the door to leave. He waited a step outside the threshold while Emmy wrote down her info and pushed up from the sofa. I sucked in a breath as she walked toward me, steeling myself. All I wanted to do was pull the clip out of her thick hair and wrap it around my fist while I sucked on that pouty bottom lip.
“Here you go, Sir.” She passed me the pad, standing close enough to me that I could feel her body heat. While slowly rolling her bottom lip between her teeth she said, “Nice to meet you.”
Gary’s phone began to ring and he excused himself. Thank God. My fucking knees were weak from Emerald being this close to me.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I said in a low voice while checking the doorway for Gary.
Her eyes burned with intensity and she brought a hand to her full hip. “I thought you had to make a call. Seems to me like you don’t want me to stay.”
Gary’s voice drifted in through the open door. He was laughing and doing some kind of fake accent. Without another thought I shut the door and locked it.
“Sit back down, Emerald.” She raised her brow in a challenge. “Please.”
With a huff, she returned to the spot where she was. I paced the length of the coffee table, scrubbing a hand over my face.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” she said, sounding as dejected as I felt. I slipped on a mask of calm, forcing my inner boardroom voice to come out.
“I had a great time last night. Incredible. But now that I know you’re my employee, we can’t let it happen again.”
She shifted on the sofa, keeping her face trained down like she had earlier. Everything I wanted to do to her contrasted wildly with the words that were coming out of my mouth. I hated hurting her. If I could take her face in my palms and force her to look up, to meet my gaze while I told her how beautiful and perfect she was, I would.
“It’s fine.” Her posture changed and a forced grin lined her face. I knew it was forced since I’d spent the entire previous night enamored by her beautiful smile and laugh. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. It’ll be our secret.”
She stood and made her way to the door, the sound of her heels tapping against the marble like tiny hammers chipping away at my chest. Opening the door, she turned and widened her forced grin. “Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything, Sir.”
Without another glance in my direction, she left my room, closing the door behind her.
