Page 4 of Flirt Like A Pin-Up

I adjust my cock. “Now I have to go out there with my dick hard to give a best man toast. I’ll spend the next hour smiling and mingling until my brother and his new bride are ready to call it a night, but if you’re ready to give in to what you really want—” I smirk and jab my thumb into my chest “—which is me, I‘ll take you home with me tonight. Give in to what you want, Margot. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Unlocking the door, I leave the library without looking back. We have coworkers here, so I do my best to divert everyone’s attention from suspecting Margot and I are coming from the same private location. I mean, I want to claim her publicly. I want to have her on my arm, on my lap, and in my bed—but she’s obviously going to fight us every step of the way. Any other woman, and I would have moved on by now, but there is something about Margot that tells me she’s the one I can’t live without—forever.

She is my future, and at some point, I’m going to have to convince her of that.

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The wedding guests started to leave soon after the toasts, but considering we were in Coulter and Brooklyn’s home, I physically had to maneuver people toward the door when my brother was ready to shut the party down and take his new bride to bed—which meant I lost sight of Margot—which meant she slipped out without saying goodbye or getting my address.

Now, it’s Monday morning, and I swear if her ass isn’t sitting at Brooklyn’s desk when I get off this elevator, I will march down to the engineering department and escort her up here myself. I might even spank her for her insolence.

Fuck me. The idea of bending her over my desk and spanking her ass makes me hard, and that is not the way I need to start my day. I adjust my cock right before the doors open to reveal Brooklyn’s empty seat.

Growling, I put my shit in Coulter’s office—my temporary office for the next three weeks—and take the stairs down two levels to burn off some of my irritation. Margot’s sitting at her desk with her boss, Chris Latham, standing behind her, peering over her shoulder at the computer screen. Last I knew, Chris was dating someone, but he’s still a man, so the fact that he’s standing over her shoulder, close enough to smell her perfume with a clear shot down at her ever-present cleavage grates on me.

Latham looks up first. “Hey, Camden.”

“Chris.” I give him a barely perceptible nod, returning my gaze to Margot, who is actively avoiding eye contact. “Ms. Talbot.”

“Good morning, Mr. Manning.” She fights a smile while her fingers fly across the keyboard.

“I thought we agreed you’d be sitting at Brooklyn’s desk for the next three weeks?” I try to keep my voice level, but she’s taunting me in the most subdued manner. Her cheeks redden as her lips quirk and the tip of her tongue darts out of her mouth subtly.

“That’s my fault, Camden,” Chris says. “I owe—I guess you—a brief at three, and I have no idea where it is. I’m lost without Margot.”

I quirk my brow, my ire rising, which is plain stupid. I can’t be angry over his claim on Margot. She is, after all, his assistant. We hired her for his department. I’ve never had a problem with it before, but I’ve never had a legitimate need to have an assistant, nor did I have a good excuse to claim her. “Yeah, well, Coulter’s lost without Brooklyn, and I’m at a loss without Coulter, so I really need Margot by my side. The sooner, the better.”

“Understood.” Chris frowns, his gaze bouncing between her and I.

Dammit. I’ve made this weird, which is the last thing I want to do. If I cause a scene at work, especially as the boss, I’m only proving Margot’s point of why we can’t be together. I rap my knuckles against the desk, roll my shoulders, chuckle, and flash my typical charming smile. “Sorry. First day jitters.”

Chris chuckles and lifts his fist for a bump. “We’ll get through this together, man. You know we’ll support you every step of the way.”

“Thanks. Send Margot upstairs when you can.” I walk away before I say anything else stupid. I’m lying about having first day jitters—kind of. I’m not really lost without Coulter, but the simple fact is I’m not him, and I am worried I’ll fuck up the last two years of gains in his absence.

I should be more confident.

In reality, I’ve been running things for the last month, with Coulter and Brooklyn serving as my backup. Their focus was on the impromptu wedding and honeymoon, so I had no choice but to step up and take the reins. Yes, I need an assistant, but I can get through my morning without one. I’ve gotten through the last two years without one.

Almost thirty minutes later, Margot saunters into my office with two to-go cups from the barista downstairs. “Coffee?”

“Close the door,” I say without looking up from my computer. My cold reception causes her to miss a step. Her confident swagger disrupted.

“Okay.” She sets the coffee on the table and closes the door softly.

I’m up and out of my chair before she can turn around, pushing her face first into the solid wood door that I know for a fact is soundproof considering how many times I’ve come up to these offices to find Brooklyn missing and this door locked, my brother and his now-wife disheveled when they finally came out for air.

I pin Margot in place with my chest pressed firmly against her back, my fingers wrapping around locks of her hair to hold her head in place. Even though I could probably shout and not be heard, I place my mouth at her ear and hiss. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Is this your idea of keeping things professional at work?” She glares at me over her shoulder, answering my question with a question.

“I never promised to keep things professional. I only said I wouldn’t ask you out. As you’ve clearly stated many times, dating you and fucking you are two very different things.”

“Are you pissed because I wasn’t at Brooklyn’s desk, or is this something else?”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, grumbling. “You make me fucking crazy.”

“I see that, but what did I do—outside of my job?”

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