Page 39 of Black Ties and White Lies

And that’s your problem, Margo, I tell myself.You’ll mistake want for something far deeper when it isn’t. It’s a dangerous flaw to have when your heart isn’t as whole as it used to be.

He lays a soft kiss to my forehead before stepping away and leaving the closet.

I’m left watching him, wondering why I just want to allow myself to sleep with him already.

I’m scared he’s right. It’ll happen eventually, and the dark glint in his eyes tell me he’ll make me beg for it. Beckham Sinclair doesn’t like his ego bruised, and I’ve done that by denying him. The best part of it all—or maybe the worst—is I’m extremely turned on by the thought of him making me beg.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

Just got to the office. I’m about to be walking into a meeting. When I leave, I expect coffee waiting for me. Absolutely no hint of lavender or anything else they do on the west coast.

Don’t be late.

Beck

I dropthe hot curling iron into the sink, reading his email three more times to make sure I read it right. Is that really my job now? Am I getting this dressed up to get him coffee? Sighing, I start typing a response, feeling brave with him not right in front of me.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

So I’ve gone from designing penis pens to grabbing coffee? Not sure if that’s an upgrade or not.

Your glorified coffee runner,

Margo

Happy with myself, I smile, placing my phone on the counter and picking up my curling iron once again. I’ve already completed putting a small amount of makeup on. I probably had way too much fun with all of the new products I got shopping yesterday. It made putting makeup on a lot more entertaining than I usually find it. Some of the products I had no idea what to do with, or what order to use them in. Do I use cream blush after foundation but before bronzer? Does eyebrow gel go before the pencil? These are questions I’ll have to ask Emma and Winnie the next time we talk. Luckily, my dark, thick eyebrows don’t exactlyneedany product on them, so I swiped some gel on them and called it good. I’m positive my friends will jump at the opportunity to show me how to use the new products, both of them far more into makeup than I’ve ever been.

I’m finishing up curling the long tendrils of my dark hair when my phone pings. Triple checking I’ve turned the iron off, I place it on the hot pad for my hair tools and check the new alert. I’m biting back a smile reading Beck's response.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

You’d rather do anything than design those hideous pens ever again. You know it. I know it. Let’s not pretend that was enjoyable in the slightest.

I would’ve grabbed coffee with my assistant this morning, but she was too busy having a wet dream about me. Tell me, was I licking that little cunt of yours or was I fucking it?

The object of your wet dreams,

Beck

Blush isn’t even needed for the color I feel heating my cheeks. I picture him sitting in a room full of board members or investors, whatever fancy meeting he has today, typing out such filthy thoughts. It shouldn’t make me feel so hot, but it does. Beck may be holding true to his promise by not making any physical advances toward me, but he doesn’t appear to be relenting with his words. Which could be a problem, because the dirty words rolling off his tongue feel just as good as his tongue against mine.

To:[email protected]

From:[email protected]

I’m not answering your question because the dream didn’t involve you at all. You should be working.

Your assistant who’d never dream of having a wet dream about her boss,

Margo

P.S. Can you say things like that in a company email? Seems like a potential HR problem.

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