Page 82 of Hell Hath No Fury
Derrick frowns. "I guess I can do that."
"Why do you look less than thrilled at that?" I ask.
He takes a bite of his pizza, that manly square jaw moving with the motion. He licks his lips and I remember him, less than fifteen minutes, licking me between my legs until I climaxed. I hold back the moan of arousal at the reminder.
He takes his time, thinking. Then turns to look at me. "Are you ashamed to be with me?"
I can't hide my surprise, my shock, if I tried. "No. God, no, that's not…" He stares. I reach out and cover his hand with mine, pulling it between both of mine. "No, Derrick. It's just something I'd like to handle myself. My department—I'm their boss. I don't want them hearing I'm fucking my boss from anyone but me."
He smirks. "You gonna tell 'em just like that?"
I laugh. "Could you imagine? I think Harriette would have a heart attack."
"Don't you kid yourself. She got drunk at the last Christmas party and told me to stop fucking all the strange and get with the right one."
"She did not!" I giggle.
"Oh, she did. Then she pointed right at you."
"No way!"
He nods. "Way. Mark thinks she's some sort of witch. She always knows things she shouldn't."
Now I do laugh. "No, she's not a witch. She's really good at watching people when they think she's not looking—and she can read them like a book."
He groans. "That explains so much."
"Don't you dare tell Mark or Alex. Let them go on thinking that. I might suggest she bring in some voodoo dolls that resemble those two."
He throws his head back and laughs, really laughs, like Derrick doesn't do very often. I want so much to kiss and lick his neck, but I'm enjoying his company this way for now.
"I won't tell a soul," he vows.
"She's going to have so much fun with this."
"Which part?" he prods.
I smile at him. "Both. I imagine we'll both get an 'I told you so' from her."
"At the very least. I think I should send her flowers by way of apology for not acting on things sooner."
"I might get jealous if you go sending Harriette flowers and I remain flowerless," I tease.
"Baby, I'll send you flowers every day if you want me to."
I shake my head. "Then it wouldn't mean as much, it'd be routine. I like being surprised."
"So noted," he replies, then leans forward to press his lips to mine, lingering, sipping at my lips before pulling back.
I take a drink of my beer. "I really like this," I tell him.
He nods. "I picked it up by accident, thinking it was another brand. I've never gone back to drinking the other again."
"I'm not much of a beer drinker, but this. This I'll drink."
"You're more of a sweet drink girl."
I lift a brow. "How would you know that? When you saw me at The Vault I was drinking rum."
