Page 15 of Year-End Bonus
Chapter seven
Hunter
We got him.
I lock eyes with Mark in the mirrored doors of the elevator as we head up to the penthouse, and he gives me a little smirk of acknowledgment.
Paul pointedly avoids our gazes, although Skylar has her eyes locked on him. Her lips are still swollen, and my cock is at full attention after getting to taste her sweet honey. We let her put her dress on, but her braless nipples are enticingly hard against the soft fabric. I put my arm around her waist, nuzzling into her neck as I kiss a spot that makes her gasp.
When I pull back, Paul's jaw is clenched, and I smirk at his reflection.
The doors open to Paul's entryway, and he unlocks the front door, guiding us inside. He strides purposefully toward the kitchen, and Skylar follows, her eyes huge as she looks around the impressive space.
Paul owns the top floor of our office building. He got the idea from Vaughn Billings, one of our clients. We’re all workaholics to some degree, but of the three of us, Paul prefers his office close to his penthouse. Mark and I spend many a night here if we’re working on major projects, and with five bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a gym, office, and an outdoor terrace, it's no sacrifice to crash at Paul's regularly.
"Your place is beautiful," Skylar tells Paul. Her hand rests lightly on the kitchen counter.
"Thank you." Paul doesn't look at Skylar as he opens the refrigerator and pulls out containers of pasta, heating them in the microwave. He grabs the makings of a salad and gets to work chopping up veggies while the pasta heats.
Mark goes to the cupboard and pulls out four plates and four glasses. He leaves the plates near the microwave and gets busy filling the glasses.
"Thank you," Skylar says when Mark hands her some water. "Such service."
Paul takes the hot pasta from the microwave and dishes it up, handing Skylar the first plate.
"Thank you," she says softly.
He nods in response before turning to make three more plates of food.
"Mmm," Skylar moans with appreciation as she takes a bite of the pasta, and my dick wakes up like a schoolboy begging to be chosen first. "This is amazing. Do you get food delivered every week?"
Paul shakes his head.
I grin, clapping him on the back. "Paul is an amazing chef."
"What?" Skylar exclaims. "You made this?" She stares down at her plate in disbelief, then looks back at Paul.
Mark sits on the stool next to Skylar. "Yeah, Paul’s pasta, Mexican, and burgers are amazing."
"Yes, it's nice having a personal chef available to cook for us and have meals prepared at our whim." I grin at Paul, who rolls his eyes.
Skylar's laugh fills the kitchen, and Paul tenses. To anyone else, it would look as if he doesn't like it, but the truth is, he likes it a lot. And right now, he's trying to figure out what he's going to do tomorrow when he doesn’t get to hear it anymore.
What he doesn't know is that Mark and I never intend to let Skylar leave.
Skylar grins at Paul. "Wow. I knew you were a business genius, but I had no idea you had culinary talents as well."
He finally looks at her, and the side of his mouth quirks up, but he doesn't say anything else.
"So, Skylar," Mark starts, "you gave your notice. What are you planning to do now?"
She lets out a little laugh. "Is this part of the exit interview, Mr. Warner?"
Mark grins. "No. What's your plan? Do you have another job?”
Skylar shakes her head. "I don't want to talk about that tonight."
I narrow my eyes at her, wishing I could read minds. We need to get her to talk about it at some point. As much as I'd like to lock her away in Paul's penthouse and make her come until the end of time, what I really want to know is what she plans to do with her life and how we can help her make that happen.
